Post by Shane Matthews on Oct 19, 2010 19:30:21 GMT -5
It was a perfectly ordinary day at the library. Absolutely nothing was wrong. Everything was fine. Nothing was ruined. The redundancy of how little was amiss was staggering. Wait, no, something was not quite right...but what could it be?
Shane, though originally assuming he had just imagined the noise, soon couldn't help but to admit to himself that it did, in fact, exist. It sounded like...water dripping? That was peculiar. There were no water fountains or bathrooms anywhere in the immediate vicinity of the library. At least, none that were close enough to be heard from his desk. He needed to investigate!
Prowling around for a bit, he was finally able to track down the source of the noise. There was a puddle, right in the middle of the library! “Ghah!” He exclaimed in shock and horror. If this puddle spread, there was no telling what might happen. Books might get wet, might get damaged! That was a truly frightening prospect. Frantically looking around for the source of the puddle, he identified the culprit as a small crack in the ceiling. Clearly, there was a leaky pipe or an overflowing toilet in the floor above him. Still, not his problem, so long as it no longer effected his library. Thus, with a flick of his wand, he mended the small crack. With only brief siphoning charm to remove the excess water, the crisis was averted.
Unfortunately, upon turning to head back to his desk, he was greeted with another puddle from the way he came. Another crack in the ceiling! Bah! After repairing this one, he looked around suspiciously, checking to see if any other nasty surprises were waiting for him. For the moment, things seemed fine. Yet, just as he was about to head back to his desk, there was a resounding clap of thunder and it began raining in the library.
“I hate it when this happens!” He shouted, at the perfectly normal occurrence. As quickly as he could in his panicked state, he began casting water repelling hexes on as many books as he could in range.
“Shouldn't have gotten 'em wet.” his encyclopedia companion told him, shaking it's spine at him in disappointment. “Now they'll just start multiplying. Whatever you do, though, don't let them eat anything, or else you're in big trouble.”
Before Shane could even so much as nod in agreement, the sopping wet books began flapping their front and back covers rapidly, chomping away at one another. Every time one book consumed another book, it grew in size and got a bit more spiky and mean looking.
“What can I do? They're eating each other already!” Shane said in despair.
“Well, you'll just have to kill them then, won't you?” His hardback companion replied.
“But but but but,” he stammered, “I can't fight them, they're books!”
“Pussy.”
“Fine...but, I have no weapon”
“Take my sword, then.” Upon saying this, the encyclopedia had a brief coughing fit before finally vomiting forth a massive sword at least as long as Shane was tall.
Lifting the sword as easily as if it were a feather quill, he turned back to see what had become of the evil book-gremlin-things. There was only a single one left, having consumed all of it's fellow books. It had also grown enormous, currently filling all the space in the aisle between now empty shelves. In the midst of it wildly thrashing around, Shane was able to make out the title on the front cover: Thesaurus-rex. He considered fleeing for the briefest of moments. Unfortunately, the moment he began shifting back a step, the creature turned and began flapping towards him. Summoning every last ounce of courage he possessed, he dove towards the creature, swinging the mighty encyclopedic blade before him.
“Ow!” Shane said, waking up to find that, in his sleep, he had just karate-chopped a stack of newly returned books, which had fallen right on top of him. Looking around awkwardly as he straightened the pile, he hoped no one had just seen that. Also, he had evidently drooled on his desk.DERP!
Shane, though originally assuming he had just imagined the noise, soon couldn't help but to admit to himself that it did, in fact, exist. It sounded like...water dripping? That was peculiar. There were no water fountains or bathrooms anywhere in the immediate vicinity of the library. At least, none that were close enough to be heard from his desk. He needed to investigate!
Prowling around for a bit, he was finally able to track down the source of the noise. There was a puddle, right in the middle of the library! “Ghah!” He exclaimed in shock and horror. If this puddle spread, there was no telling what might happen. Books might get wet, might get damaged! That was a truly frightening prospect. Frantically looking around for the source of the puddle, he identified the culprit as a small crack in the ceiling. Clearly, there was a leaky pipe or an overflowing toilet in the floor above him. Still, not his problem, so long as it no longer effected his library. Thus, with a flick of his wand, he mended the small crack. With only brief siphoning charm to remove the excess water, the crisis was averted.
Unfortunately, upon turning to head back to his desk, he was greeted with another puddle from the way he came. Another crack in the ceiling! Bah! After repairing this one, he looked around suspiciously, checking to see if any other nasty surprises were waiting for him. For the moment, things seemed fine. Yet, just as he was about to head back to his desk, there was a resounding clap of thunder and it began raining in the library.
“I hate it when this happens!” He shouted, at the perfectly normal occurrence. As quickly as he could in his panicked state, he began casting water repelling hexes on as many books as he could in range.
“Shouldn't have gotten 'em wet.” his encyclopedia companion told him, shaking it's spine at him in disappointment. “Now they'll just start multiplying. Whatever you do, though, don't let them eat anything, or else you're in big trouble.”
Before Shane could even so much as nod in agreement, the sopping wet books began flapping their front and back covers rapidly, chomping away at one another. Every time one book consumed another book, it grew in size and got a bit more spiky and mean looking.
“What can I do? They're eating each other already!” Shane said in despair.
“Well, you'll just have to kill them then, won't you?” His hardback companion replied.
“But but but but,” he stammered, “I can't fight them, they're books!”
“Pussy.”
“Fine...but, I have no weapon”
“Take my sword, then.” Upon saying this, the encyclopedia had a brief coughing fit before finally vomiting forth a massive sword at least as long as Shane was tall.
Lifting the sword as easily as if it were a feather quill, he turned back to see what had become of the evil book-gremlin-things. There was only a single one left, having consumed all of it's fellow books. It had also grown enormous, currently filling all the space in the aisle between now empty shelves. In the midst of it wildly thrashing around, Shane was able to make out the title on the front cover: Thesaurus-rex. He considered fleeing for the briefest of moments. Unfortunately, the moment he began shifting back a step, the creature turned and began flapping towards him. Summoning every last ounce of courage he possessed, he dove towards the creature, swinging the mighty encyclopedic blade before him.
“Ow!” Shane said, waking up to find that, in his sleep, he had just karate-chopped a stack of newly returned books, which had fallen right on top of him. Looking around awkwardly as he straightened the pile, he hoped no one had just seen that. Also, he had evidently drooled on his desk.DERP!