Umbreon Shiny Pokemon Jailer Number Three (I).

The jailer woke up as number three every afternoon. He dressed slowly. It was a quiet man with a quiet job. His hundred kilos of weight had earned him the position to take over care of a nine year old girl.

After lunch, went to the tower to make the third round of the day.

entered the top floor of the tower, thinking how lucky I was. His work could not be easier. Where did you go to escape a small nine-to & amp; about girls, I locked in a cell?

opened the door, fired the jailer Number Two and sat in the chair of the Warders.

She was writing in the Second Estancia. He did very often. His cell, worthy of his rank, was divided into three rooms. First stay where he was the bedroom, the second stay where Imprisoned Princess had his toys and where he ate, and the Third Stay, Which was the washroom, and punishment.

The chair of the guards moved depending on the room in which Princess wanted to be.

The hours passed and boring routine. The maids, with absolute silence, prepared the dinner BATHING small. But no one spoke to the girl. Do what was forbidden only lead to one thing: death.

As obedient as always, Princess went to bed in the middle of his shift.

- Poor and breeding, unable to leave here ever, "thought the jailer Number Three. But then he repented. Surely that thought its predecessor, the nerd who thought he could get Princess castle before anyone would notice. Poor idiot.

No more was devoted to rest your eyes while sleeping Princess.



PS: I remind you that this story is at an experimental stage, and still trying to find the tone. ^ ^