Night 3.

Flippy noticed R staring at Splendid's grave. He didn't worry about that though,he kept on watching Petunia's grave. He gently wiped off the headstone. "R? You okay?" R didn't reply. She kept reading his grave.

Flippy sighed. "You go on ahead." R suddenly looked up. "I remember!" She shouted. "Remember what?" He asked. "Who I was! My name is Rosie. Rosie Jean Toulon. And I was the Jailer at my old Town." Flippy grinned and hugged Rosie. "Told you you would remember." Rosie chuckled. "Yeah."
Time for payback.

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