Not Really a Janitor
By Benji The Vampire Confuser
This is a work of fan fiction borrowing the lead characters from The Pretender, and The Truman Show. The author of this story makes no claim to either of these properties and is not making any money from this work.
"In case I don't see ya, good afternoon, good evening, and goodnight." Truman smiled. "Heh, yeah." Then he bowed, and deliberately turned his back on the world he'd known, and stepped through the door marked Exit.
Really could you ask for a better end to the show? Him growing old and dying would have been so anti-climatic.
So...now what? The outside world was not right there, there was a maze of corridors beyond. Which made sense considering the elaborateness of what they had built for him.
"Good morning Truman." said a janitor, passing by with a cart of cleaning supplies.
Truman eyed him warily. "Hi," he peered at the name tag, "Jarod."
"If you're looking for the way out, it's that way." Jarod pointed. "Down that hall, and make a right. It's right there."
"Thank you."
"You're welcome."
Jarod watched him go with a mysterious smile. He'd done what he could to show Truman the truth, from sabotaging a light so it would fall just when Truman came out of his house, to tampering with the radio so that Truman would tap into the frequency used by the actors. Even sneaking Truman's "Father" back onto the set. But in the end he knew it would have to be Truman who made the discovery. And Truman alone who could make the decision to leave.
Another Pretend done, another life saved. Time to move on.