This is What Happens in the Middle of the Night

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Rick POV:

So there I was, trolling along with my magical trolling teleport-thingy, when I see a great opening to another world. I set the teleportation device up and seconds later, I find myself in a weird looking neighborhood.

Being a troll, I had to go troll with people. For example, I replaced five houses' toilet paper with duct-tape. Finally, I came across a house different from all the others, like different beings were there. Naturally, I break into their house.

"What am I going to find here, I wonder." I walk around and finally find something valuable. A story. I pick up the pieces of paper and read them. "Oh yes. I can steal these, rewrite them, make them sound like fiction, troll with people and take years to finish the different stories, and make millions!"

Yes. I like that plan. I take the story, and head back to my troll world.

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A/N: Hey guys! Sorry this chapter's so short! I'm debating whether or not to continue or write a sequel. What do you guys think I should do? Leave a comment! Thanks!

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