Guess who decided to try to do Hermitober challenge? Mostly because I need to get back into actually writing, but yeah. Let's get this thing started!
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Just because it was a theme park now didn't mean the government facility didn't still have its secrets. But it was surprising that the others bought it so easily. Between the sudden disbandment of the hippie commune and the sudden increase in advertising in Falsewell, it seemed that many of the involved parties had lost interest.

Joe found himself musing over this as he looked through the security gate, wondering what exactly they were hiding. He knew about the experiments with time, of course. Heck, he had broken in one night to set his Roller Toaster back a few hours in order to save a dog.

There were other things that made him question what was really going on the other sides of those walls. From the planes that were always flying in and out, to weird otherworldly sounds that interrupted the night, it seemed as though Area 77 still had some secrets that were yet to be revealed.

The poet hadn't really gotten too involved yet, only using the time shenanigans once, and simply asking the government agents to be respectful of citizens. But there was something about the place that just gave him a sense of unease.

It didn't help that Doc had gone missing, either. Especially the fact that he had gone missing on the official opening day while trying to test out the portal. As the unofficial father of the server, he worried.

But right now, the facility was quiet. The woods separating the facility from the hippie commune was quiet. FAlsewell itself was quiet. One thing Joe had found about places like these three, interwoven into a tale, was that they never stayed quiet. The build-off towers still rose high above Sahara Street, and the Scara plant might snap at you if you got too close. There were still fires on the Civil War battlefields. One could stumble across a Grian head in the shopping district.

But tonight, the server itself seemed to be holding its breath. Like a diver at the end of their board. The kind of stillness and silence that shattered when it was broken.

So Joe found himself a statue in the night, waiting for the world to start to spin again. He waited for the page to turn, because he felt as though this chapter couldn't be over.

________________________________________________________________________________Okay, just a simple drabble. My current thoughts projected on Joe. I hope you enjoy?

Sea you later!

-Aqua