Midday In September While reading a book about marine biology in my store. Things seemed off but wasn't sure what exactly it was, something just wasn't right. Movement was slow, the air was unnatural and the ouroboros snake wasn’t moving. Koza wasn’t bleating, he was just walking around in circles. Water in the fish tanks was still instead of bubbling. Then the bell rings as a woman walks in and asks me if there’s any intelligent hamsters. One could be created if necessary, she said it was highly important and while explaining to her the cost. She frowned and left, what a stuck up lousy good for nothing lowlife. They don't want to cough up the cash needed to put in the effort to create the things. Nobody understands the work that is necessary to put in each of my creations, they think it happens instantly and you don’t even have to blink.
Sometimes it makes you want to quit this job. Having enough money to buy a mansion and live alone. There’s something though about the joy of seeing a little kid be able to make their imaginations come to life or finally get a unicorn in real life. It’s not just for rich families. If the family is poor but really wants it I'll likely ask for something else they have. Tokens are required to not only remind them but me of what they have received, also because It’s a legal process to make sure nothing happens to the animal due to the fact there’s laws. Weird process that is rather annoying because those affluent little bastards always end up killing it somehow. Maybe they feed it something I specifically told the parents not to give the animal! They never listen and then It’s my fault for “giving them a broken animal!” They treat me like some sort of carnie giving out goldfish that will flop over the next day.
Shortly after that occurrence I was back to reading my book face down. Then loud footsteps while three men in wooden exterminator outfits barge in. All of their clothing was made of wood, no fabric, just nothing. I look up and in a second weapons appear on their backs and then instantly in their hands. They weren’t on the backs when they first entered, they just materialized. Three guns then three shots fired upon every animal in my store and then disappeared once the last noise was made. I could’ve stopped them but how? What could I do that wouldn’t end up in death? Sitting still for a while uncertain of what to do. Water was all over the floor, shards of glass scattered around the ouroboros stayed still unmoving, not eating itself. Everything was silent. It would've been peaceful if it wasn’t for the fact that my life’s work sat dead in front of me. All that I have dedicated my life to was now just a pulpy mess of gore. On the ground they left a card with their business information on it. “Sokolai’s Pest Control! We Will Crush, Stomp, Destroy Any Pest The Buyer Deems!” no price range on it either just said it depends on the rarity of the animal. It happened quite a while ago so I've been able to jump back from it. So many animals were lost, even some that took decades to create perfectly. I had the notes but all the work into them was gone.
Taking things for granted or not being truly grateful for the work you’ve put into something is awful. Some of these animals I did not sell for so long because of how proud I was, now nobody will be able to witness them. Now the plan is to track them down and find out who and why they did this to my store. To track them down I have to unfortunately talk to someone known as Wet Socks. I hate them a lot. They don’t respect knowledge as much as they should. That’s too vague, they’re horrible because.. I’m jealous of the recognition they get. Wet socks travels and meets people and they get acknowledged for that. Perfectly modifying and creating new animals isn’t something that I get acknowledged for! Why is it that way? What is more interesting that Wet Socks does that I don’t!
At least Wet Socks will have the answers. Wet Socks is a people person and knows a surprisingly large amount about the shadier types of people. We meet in a gazebo, Wet Socks does the whole routine of talking about what they did since we last met and pretend to listen and care. Something about gods and nonsense, forgot to mention that Wet Socks meets some crazy people who call themselves gods. Wet socks eats that shit up, kinda hard to tell if they believe it or just find it fascinating.
After talking I have the information needed. Sokolov is a humanoid that’s not from earth that runs a business of killing anything designated as a creature. This includes humans of course so I guess it’s more like a mercenary company. Someone must have paid big dosh to get rid of the things I had in my shop. Wet Socks suggested going to Sokolov himself but I'm not a fighter and going to ask someone who hired them is an awful idea. So brainstorming is the way to go this time around.
Who hates me is the question I ask myself. Well first determining what hate is important, a lot of people dislike me but not enough to actually send over people to pillage my shop. Has to be someone with money and a big grudge. Couldn’t be the Hoofed One, also couldn’t be that car salesman I ripped off. He doesn’t even know who I am, fuck it’s probably that philanthropist. The bastard was rich enough to do all the other things but when it came to making an entire new animal species for him to name after himself of course his pockets were empty. “I’ll pay you back later!” yeah sure you will bud, I don’t understand how these guys expect me to do work without pay and then be paid. Makes no sense whatsoever. He's probably still mad over it and sent these guys to bust up my shop.
Making an animal to kill him seems like the best plot of action. He’ll get that brand new species he wants and I get to pat myself on the back for getting rid of a pebble in my shoe. Life has so many irritating things like boogers, having to use the bathroom, altitude sickness, earwax. Most of these things have a reason to exist but only because they counter something else. If the things they counter did not exist then we wouldn’t have all these annoying workarounds.
9 Weeks have passed and i’ve finally created it. A Ruby Toucan is one of my creations that can transfer and create blood from itself. It can make any blood type and this new one can even drain the blood. I’ll send it over to their house to either drain or give the wrong blood type. This toucan has been enginered to be able to break windows silently and sneak in at night. Not enough resources to make a durante, well it’ll be successful despite that.
Uncertainty used to be one of my greatest issues, but when you believe yourself to have all the time in the world that issue fades away.
I mean I'm still scared a little about if I can get out of this place. When you don't know if there's really a exit but you can see the outside above you, it gives both doubt and hope. Personally I lean towards doubt.
Doubt leads me to stare at the sides of this place which are just pure black, same with the floor. This means Seeing an object that isn't pure black is obviously a blessing to me. but there's my library to the right. I think it's my library at least it could also be a replica.
I think you get that I'm stuck in some sort of hole, but you probably weren't thinking of some guy's head cavity. A while back my library got robbed by what I thought was a jokester. Turns out no the dude really was just missing his head. The hole in his head it kind of just went on and on, I was more freaked out by him getting in than his elaborate "costume".
Enough about my jail and jailor David is the name and I used to have a library on the surface? Not really sure how my library fits in here, I was really mad at first when the dude came in uninvited to my library. He left as fast as he entered almost instantly. But now that I'm stuck in some abyss with just my library I could honestly care less about him breaking in and stealing some old book.
Normally I would say "speaking of" but I'm not speaking out loud. The topic of old books brings me to my therapist who is a old book herself. She's all wrinkly like the pages of a book and filled with stories. My therapist was nice about the whole thing and I showed her the low quality camera footage of the dude. She thought I was just showing her some modern art thing and told me that it was "mighty fine what your generation is making!" I then explained that while yeah whatever technology it was got used in the theft of a old book with a story in it.
Reading and writing books has been my passion for a long time. I never really actually sent a draft to a publisher or anything, it was more of a hobby anyways. Maybe that's a reason why the 7 tied man sent me here? Like he was trying to get me to try harder or something in life? Therapist said that too, that I should just give it a shot and throw my work out there. I always made some stupid excuse not to, now no one's gonna remember me but that's my fault.
Maybe my therapist thinks I just moved to Mexico or some other place. I liked my therapist but we didn't see eye to eye, I was more keen on talking to her about how I hated my family at gatherings and that I wanted to just sit in my library. She told me that family was everything and that I should give them more chances. They had their chances and wasted it on ignoring me.
Well now I'm sitting in my library for what seems like a long time. My watch still works but I'm not exactly sure what day it is, in times like this I wish it was one of those gadgets that could make a ladder to the top. Being trapped in a hole of darkness made me realize that I probably am hiding from my problems! Doesn't mean I'm gonna try to fix it, in my family's eyes I'm a lost cause.
I already searched my library and sadly it was empty other than the book that the 7 tied man took. I'm gonna stick to calling him that because he didn't introduce himself to me or anything.
Not that I'm a friendly person or anything, even when the library was open I just let people walk around I didn't wave I only talked if they needed something. People would get books and use my shoddy beanbags I bought from a yard sale, even those are gone. In this pit all I have is a empty library, apologies for repeating myself about it being empty.
Darkness is everywhere and the only thing I have is empty, makes it feel even more dark. If there were walls I'd feel safer but just seeing nothing is terrifying. In the surface you know that beyond darkness is a wall or some object but here it just goes on.
Sometimes when I'm just laying around in the library I think about how that book caused my problems. If I hadn't written it then the 7 tied man probably would have never taken me. The reason why the book is so utterly worthless to me is because it's just well badly written. This place seems badly written and unimaginative too, it's just all black with a library he could have given me some other things to do at least. Maybe give me a goal or some monsters to hide from?
What's someone supposed to learn or get from nothing? Either I need to learn my lesson quick or give up so maybe the 7 tied man releases me from the void. I don't really know if he thinks, all I know is he walked to the storage room like a man walking to work rather than a kid giving a presentation or a politician. So casual without a care like most of the people who come into my library. he actually had a job of sorts though so I guess that makes sense about the way he walked.
Tipsy turvy is the exact words I would use on my feelings to my therapist right now. She always said something about doing the first step in recovery is trying. Guess that means I'm gonna reread and rewrite that old book, either it works and I get free or destroyed. That's in the case that I'm in some sort of place where logic applies and that this place isn't just a eternal purgatory of sorts.
Really hoping it isn't purgatory, because normally purgatory would have a purpose I think. It's hard when a concept is so common that it can be known by so many people in different ways. This reminds me of when I would just write for hours and show my english teacher. I'm just trying to think of good memories to stay calm, you know people who actually tried to give me a chance.
Believe it or not the stories almost halfway written. The story is a little more optimistic now, sorting through my thoughts often does that until I get discouraged by something small. I wrote the story as a kid and it was rather short, I actually turned it in to my english teacher. Downplayed the violence of course, it was about a kid who was being chased by a dog into a house of phobias. At the end of the story the kid realizes he killed the dog and that his family is getting a puppy. Classic irony in it's best form.
I found another book it's completely blank, I'm not exactly sure what to do with it. I'm already trying to rewrite the one book, does the 7 tied man expect me to multitask? This whole experience feels like a dream but I already tried pinching myself. Weirdest thing is I'm not feeling emotions of fear just solitude.
Decided that the blank book is used for writing about this place. You know in all the movies where you find a note from the past victim. Actually that's not true there's some protagonists who have written a book then they get all money hungry.
This place is making me feel exhausted but not hungry. I keep just laying around staring at the words I wrote down. It looks like gibberish sometimes but I just shake my head and it looks like words again.
Good news I finished rewriting the old story. Exhausted still but now I think I'm getting hungry, scratch that actually It's a fading feeling.
Not in the sense that the feeling is fading, more like I feel like I'm fading. Hoping that the fading is me getting out of here and not y'know. I didn't really notice at first glance but this blank book doesn't run out of pages either.
Wish I had it at my library at home. I'm convinced this is just a sort of replica and not the actual library. I think my library was a unique library, one of a kind! The feeling is just now getting worse, it's weird that I only thought about people for a brief period. The rest of my time was thinking about the book and libraries. There's a lot of libraries, but David's library is the best. My body is starting to go through the library, yet I feel fine.
Silly's Legend Explatorium
This is a old story I heard about from a ex-friend (long story!)
There was a little girl who had a brother. The older brother would always tease her and make fun of her, never letting her have any fun. Later the older brother got busy and focused on hanging out with his friends.
Perfectly okay with this she took this time to play in the yard. She made friends with all the various bugs in the yard.
Yet she felt alone, she had her friends but they couldn't talk or do things the way she did them.
Every time she tried to talk to someone in the neighborhood, her brother would ruin it or tell lies about her. She did shower and she wasn't icky, she knew that much.
Choosing to live with these emotions was the decision she made. She spent days in the yard making things for her tiny friends.
A group of woman took notice of this caring character. They hatched a idea on how to give her a gift for her kindness.
After all do unto others as you would have them do unto you. So this group spent the time collecting resources to make a gift that she would enjoy. A gift from nature for someone who helps nature.
Normally the group would have invited her but she was alas too young. A few months had passed and the girl had a town of critter friends. Coming to her to be fed and give gifts of leaves.
Finally the gift was complete and left at the town for her to receive. The girl came outside and noticed a palm tree branch sitting near her town. Baffled on how a palm tree branch got over there she went investigating.
Written on the side of the branch was the words "For the kindest of hearts." She looked around to see who could have gotten her this gift but no one was there.
Tired she decides to sit down but as she does the branch with her on it shoots up above her house hovering. Eyes wide open in disbelief she realizes that she's flying the branch.
She spends the rest of the day exploring places she couldn't before with this gift. Not before making sure that her town was well stocked with supplies of course, she saw beautiful views of ponds and flowers from on top of trees and houses.
Excitement died down and she felt sleepy, the sky was getting dark and so she went off back home. Unknownst to her there was her brother at home who saw her leave the branch near the town.
Being like his usual self he snatched the branch after witnessing the power it had. He used it to fly all over the town on a joy ride showing his friends.
What a mistake that was.. for not only did his friends see but so did the town's church attendees who labeled him a warlock who needed to be burned.
After crashing into another tree the attendees grabbed the rebel and the branch putting it in a center. They strapped him to the branch and put it on fire. His screams filled the night but the little girl slept soundly in her home.
Her critter friends watched the humans violent act unmoved by them for they had a caretaker.
Sometimes you have to accept that something just works the way it does.
Call it radical acceptance or whatever but I've accepted that these people are alive.
I mean most of them at least, I don't really want to accept that Mayfield is alive.
They're a group of people like us, but skeletons with flesh suits. They wrap the flesh and skin around them but you can see their skeleton through the eye sockets.
Most of them think they're humans or at least are trying to pretend. Mayfield is the exception, Mayfield doesn't like to wear the suit and is either aware or admits that they're not actually human.
Problem is I don't have a name to call them and they don't have names other than Mayfield. Mayfield looks like a skeleton but Mayfield can walk and do anything a human can.
Mayfield is disliked by the rest of his people for this reason. They're shocked by a walking skeleton like I was when I found them, so Mayfield kinda lives on their own. If you try to prove that Mayfield is right by trying to take off their suits they just get upset at you.
Whole thing is confusing to me, how they work on their own without organs or a brain. All they need are bones to work, Mayfield doesn't really understand it either and asking the others would be useless.
They just stand around don't do much but talk and sleep. Mayfields different on the other hand, they don't understand Mayfield. I've watched Mayfield write books about people under the ground. More of them I think trapped wanting to get out, I asked if the skeleton inside of me is alive like them. May said no that it's a special event that only happens rarely.
As much as I pushed on about it, Mayfield still wouldn't tell me anything else about the event. I can't tell anyone else about them or this place, if I did they would take May and the rest away to hurt them.
I can't stay here either though, there's no food at all anywhere. It's hard but I have to leave and go back to my own land. They don't have much to do here but at least they seem happy. I've left this little note for you May, if you ever get lonely or need to run away come to my town. In the town we have a crypt full of empty vessels that hopefully you can use. I just feel so bad that I can't help you in any other sense, you people don't need much to be happy. Reckon that it's a good thing to not need much though.
