Night 57: M-B Block Hallway
[From here.]
Some nights, he really did wish something would happen on his way to the men's room. Something big. Something spectacular. Something like an impromptu jazz band with instruments filched from the music room and patients that could actually play real music. Or perhaps he could find a phoenix down. Maybe someone could graffiti up the place. LANDEL'S DROOLZ.
Because as it was, Peter was getting pretty damn tired of doing the exact same walk every single night. When this place wasn't a literal hell, it was a hell of total boredom.
[To here.]
Some nights, he really did wish something would happen on his way to the men's room. Something big. Something spectacular. Something like an impromptu jazz band with instruments filched from the music room and patients that could actually play real music. Or perhaps he could find a phoenix down. Maybe someone could graffiti up the place. LANDEL'S DROOLZ.
Because as it was, Peter was getting pretty damn tired of doing the exact same walk every single night. When this place wasn't a literal hell, it was a hell of total boredom.
[To here.]