Chapter 2 - Reunion
When I returned the following day, Rebecca was sitting on the couch in her brand new living room, holding the ukulele in playing position, but making no sound. Before saying anything, I created myself a form and knocked at the entrance to the living room. In realization of my visit, Rebecca jumped up and nearly tackled me to the ground with a hug. I wasn’t sure where she got the idea that hugging was something to do when happy. It could have been my personality seeping through, but I avoided physical contact in real life. Maybe I created my form too real for her, and the comfort of warmth and skin contact was obvious to her.
“Hi, Rebecca,” I said. “I’m sorry I’ve been away for a few days.” She squeezed tighter.
“It’s ok,” she said. “You must have been working on all of this somehow, this beautiful place. I’m so happy for this gift, Jack, and I have many questions.” We parted as I watched her eyes reflecting daylight pouring in. It made her ever more beautiful. Surprisingly enough, beast did not roar at the sight. I felt a bit removed without that reaction, but shook myself away from the standstill.
“It’s time for a tour of your brand new house and home,” I said, while considering whether to tell her about stopping by earlier to hear her pleading for a way out of that darkness. No. It was best not to tell her I was watching her sleep. It felt weird enough to do such a thing, but it wasn’t my fault since I gave her time and fatigue. The same would not occur again, as now she had a room that I could knock on to gain entry.
“This room is called the ‘living room’,” I said. “As it can be repurposed to different scenarios of living and is the biggest space in the house.”
“Living room,” she repeated. “As in alive? A room to be alive in?”
“Pretty much,” I replied. “Connected to this room is the kitchen and dining room. There are only doorways between them as they do not need to be closed off by doors.” I went around pointing out names so she could learn the terms.
“The kitchen is equipped with all the necessary items used for cooking,” I said, realizing I didn’t even give her hunger yet to trigger need for sustenance. I waved a hand at the phrase before she asked about it. “I’ll explain it later. Let’s keep moving. The thin thorough-ways are called corridors, and they connect the house together. The bathroom… Don’t worry about that for now. Come see the rooms. This one is your bedroom, so named for the fact that it houses your bed. This is where you go when it gets dark outside, when you’re tired.”
“But it’s so beautiful out there when it’s dark,” Rebecca said. “That big glowy thing, and the small sparkly things are up there.” I smiled at her simple definition of the moon and stars in the night sky.
“The ‘up there’ is called ‘the sky’,” I said. “The big glowy thing is the Moon, and the sparkly ones are stars. While they are very nice to look at, most humans sleep during the night, but I’ve always wanted to sleep during the day instead. Even if I had that routine, I’d still miss the night sky because of work.”
“Work?” Rebecca asked.
“It’s where I go when I leave your side,” I said. “Work helps people survive, remain aliv- err… helps keep me happy.” I was not about the explain the whole death debacle to her. My time was running out, but so much remained unexplained. The last new thing I’d give her was a curiosity and caution, possibly canceling each other out.
“I’m glad you go to work then,” she said. “I have many more questions, but I get the feeling you’re leaving again.”
“Huh,” I said. Did I already give her perception? “Well, you’re right, but I’ll be back, Rebecca. You can count on that.”
“Count on that?” she asked with a confused look on her face.
“Never mind,” I said. “It’s an expression. I’ll explain later.”
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I returned to a scene of chaos, where Rebecca cowered in the corner. Wasting no time, I created a form for myself and went around fixing the strangeness of a few appliances, water pouring out from a full kitchen sink, and the same in the bathroom. She was in the corner cradling her arm which had various cuts and burns from electricity. This was my fault. I put a child into a fully functioning house without the knowledge of how to use most of them.
“I’m sorry, Rebecca,” I said, coming up to her. “I should have checked in on you earlier.”
“It hurts, Jack,” she said. I had to wonder where she got pain from, but it was a deeply rooted system for me and might have transferred into her at the very start. Had she not felt the pain of that darkness, she wouldn’t feel this. I waved a hand to speed up her healing, but not erase it completely. Without lessons, she wouldn’t learn. The house returned to the original look, but this was too advanced for her for her current state of mind. I waved a hand and put us into an old library from another story. It was not connected to the lush forest of plants that it originally had been, but the key to easing Rebecca’s immaturity was to learn. I helped her up as she gaped at the giant space with floor-to-ceiling windows and golden arches high above with painted pictures.
“What is this place, Jack?” she asked.
“It’s called a library,” I said, “A place where books gather to illuminate the hungry minds much like yours. Come here. I can’t be here long enough to teach you to read, so I’ll have to use another idea from Ein.” I plucked a small device from the air and attached it to Rebecca’s head at the left temple. On a pad, I typed in a lesson for reading and off the FRisk went, uploading data on how to read from my brain directly into hers within seconds. When I took the device off her head, it disintegrated into dust, glittering away into the air of the room.
“I know how to read,” she said, with utter disbelief.
“Show me,” I said, mirroring a story from the matrix of data uploads. For my incidence, tech wasn’t a stab into the back of the head. I did not consider myself a cyberpunk. My ideas were more of a refined techno-punk style. I put a book into Rebecca’s hands and watched her open it. “Out loud, if you please.”
“There once was a tree living in the city,” she read. “When spring came, the tree looked ever pretty.” I closed the book and inspected it to find my mind being a dunce by drawing up an idea into the library before I was ready to create it in my reality.
“Good,” I said. as the book in my hand vanished into white smoke. “You’ve got some learning to do.” I waved a hand to produce a golden bookshelf filled with stuff I could have honestly FRisked into her mind, but this would give her something to do while I was away.
“These are the basics of human knowledge,” I said. “Straight from my mind. The door behind you will lead you back to the house, if you so choose, but there are also beds here upstairs. Please read these so you don’t hurt yourself, Rebecca.” She smiled and hugged me. This library represented my brain’s knowledge, so it probably meant that the top shelves held stuff I did not want anyone to see, but it had to be there.
“Oh, and please don’t read anything from the top shelves, ok?” I asked, but she was already immersed in a book of basic knowledge. “Rebecca?”
“Nothing from the top shelves,” she repeated. “Got it!”
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When I came back a few days later, she was sitting at the only desk in the library with stacks of books on the surface almost closing her in. Rather than materialize next to her, I decided to test her knowledge so far. I created my form just outside the library house and created a doorbell before ringing it. If she read about the basics, she’d understand what the doorbell signified. I heard footsteps come up to the door.
“Wh- Who is it?” she asked cautiously. I knocked on the door without answering. Logic dictated she had an inkling who it was, but maybe she just wanted to go through the motions.
“It’s me,” I said. At the sound of my voice, Rebecca swung the door inward and jumped up to hug me.
“Jack!” she exclaimed. “I’m learning so much! It’s so exciting!”
“I’m glad,” I said, walking into the well-known library space. I wished I could free that story to the world, but I’d need to rewrite the whole bit. It was meant to be a series, and the plot summary ran into six books, but my writing evolved every time I wrote something new, thus the story was in need of an edit.
“Sorry, Rebecca,” I said, realizing I got distracted for twenty minutes in the outer world. She was no longer beside me, but reading at the desk. “I got distracted and-”
“-now you have to go,” she completed. “It’s fine. I’ve got reading to do anyway. Don’t worry.” She smiled, being amazing, as I disintegrated from the library.
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When I returned for a short time once more, Rebecca was upon the ladder-ship I created in my mind specifically for this story. She was reaching for a book on the top shelf just as I decided to create a form for myself behind her.
“Hey, Rebecca,” I said, making her jump. She was clearly doing something I told her not to. Her motion took her backwards right into the steering wheel. Once in motion, the circle spun to move us toward the tall windows, but with a wave of my hand, the structure disappeared leaving Rebecca and myself floating in the air of the library.
“Oh, wow!” she exclaimed. “Are you doing this, Jack? It’s like magic!” She flipped in the air to learn how to operate her flight. Beast roared from within me to tear off her clothes and take her in the air, but I screamed within my mind to lock him back into his cage. I let Rebecca down gently to the ground. She had already forgotten that she was in trouble by the smile and hug I received.
“I told you not to read the books from the top shelves,” I said. It was partially my fault for giving her curiosity, but her caution must have been overwritten as there was little to fear.
“I’m sorry,” she said. “I got curious since I finished the golden bookshelf. There was a lot of great info in those books, so I tried others. They don’t seem to have a lot to learn in them though, only stories.”
“Those stories have lessons in them, Rebecca,” I said. “Can you tell me what those are called?”
“M- Morals?” she asked.
“That’s right,” I replied. “Well, I’m glad you read all those books, but how did you accomplish such a task in just a few days? Didn’t you get tired?”
“I did,” she replied. “I slept, and kept reading when I woke up. Oh! That reminds me. Give me hunger, taste, and smell. I read that humans all have these, so I’d like to as well.”
“The thing about eating,” I said. “The body processes the food into liquid and solid waste, and then expels it on a regular basis. You must have seen something about this on the gold shelf. Right?”
“It wasn’t explained very well,” Rebecca said, and dropped her pants. I quickly turned around as beast rattled his cage excitedly. “I seem to be missing some of the parts for it. Jack? What’s wrong?” She came up to me, but I resisted looking at her.
“Did you happen to read the bit about the reproductive systems?” I asked.
“Yes, but again, I’m missing some parts for that. What’s wrong? Why won’t you look at me?” I didn’t want to give her shame of nudity, but no human was complete without it. While there, I decided to give her the other things she wanted. With a wave of a hand, I pictured the most recent female opening I had seen online and gave Rebecca most of the human senses I had as well.
The first thing she did was scream. Right after she blushed crimson red and bolted from the library into her house. I decided to let her learn about those things on her own, but moved a few books about her body and sexuality onto her night table before leaving with a memory of her running away bottomless. Beast growled at the image, but I only found it hilarious.
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When I returned the next day, I could not find her in the library, nor her room of the house. The books I left prior were clearly read and discarded on the floor. One of them was open to a cross-sectioned intercourse that I found unnecessary to learning, but it was in my mind by putting two cross-sections together. My mind was perhaps not the best teacher for her, but I knew the basics. After going through the whole house, I surmised that Rebecca was in the bathroom. As she had shame now, I created a form and knocked rather than float through the door while invisible.
“Rebecca, are you ok?” I asked with a few more knocks. There was no response, but I heard splashing of water in the bathtub. A split of fear entered my brain that with shame came sadness, but I breathed remembering that I haven’t given her a body that can die. Beast drooled at the thought of stumbling in while she was bathing, but I put a gag on his mouth on to keep him quiet. “You can talk to me about anything.”
There was still no answer. I decided to sit at the door until she spoke to me. This was my fault, not giving her a personality and backstory at the start. I needed her for a personal reason, but she arrived like a baby in the form of a grown adult. Too much stuff at once would overwhelm her, possibly just as shame and sexuality did. I needed her to be her own person, with an attitude only gained during the hectic puberty years. This was her puberty, gaining the parts that operated the pleasure centers in the brain that I had yet to give her.
“I’ll be here until you’re ready to talk to me,” I said, and knocked my head on the door once. No response, but I heard the water run from the faucet and splash.
“I think I’m still missing something, Jack,” she said after a few minutes. “I just feel so… I don’t know, strange. I read that it helps to touch my clitoris, but I don’t seem to be getting anything out of it. It’s not like the books to lie, so it must be something that I’m missing.” I cursed my mind as beast chuckled at the mention of a female body part with highest sensitivity. I grit my teeth against his influence, and pushed him down deeper. Rebecca wasn’t in the bathtub because she felt dirty. That must have been a male thing at puberty. She was there to masturbate, to stimulate herself and understand what felt good and why. All this was natural, but made beast bubble in his cage. I had to fix this quickly, and step back before he broke through.
“You’re right,” I said. “I didn’t activate all the pleasure sensors in your brain. I’m sorry, Rebecca. I just didn’t want you to be too much of a fantasy. Before I do this for you, I want you to know that men have difficulty controlling this. I was simply afraid that with you fully fleshed-out, I would not be able to control myself. I’m leaving a box in your room full of things that should help you enjoy something you’ll have in a moment. I’ll step away for a few days and let you enjoy it privately.” I imagined Rebecca’s brain and opened paths to sexual pleasure within it while materializing a box of sex toys in her room.
“Oh!” she exclaimed, just as the paths were routed to her enjoyment. “Ohh…” She sighed from behind the door, making beast bubble through the metal bars of his cage with a roar. This was my cue to leave. With fatigue, Rebecca had a limit to how much she could enjoy herself, but I decided to give her a few private days to explore. I disintegrated my body as one final moan entered my fading eardrum.
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I had to be cautious about coming back. She was fully a woman now, save for a few principles of socialization, almost fully human. I tuned my ears to any sound, but heard none. It was a relief that I didn’t walk in on her, though beast entertained the idea in my mind. I materialized just outside her house and rang the doorbell. It was best that she got used to her privacy and I got used to respecting it. The door swung in slowly. I walked through cautiously to find her at the dinner table. She was not the one who opened the door.
“Rebecca?” I asked, and realized I’d seen that look on her face before. Right after I gave her curiosity and she hurt herself. It was fear. I felt it, too. To a point, I decided to do an unthinkable act and freeze her space in time. I waved a hand over my field of vision, but someone caught it before the effect set in. Now it was my turn to feel fear. There was only one person it could be. Well, two, maybe, possibly three. I had created some powerful beings that could invade other planes of existence. I hoped it was the milder one of the possible three, but as the door closed, I knew that was not so.
Behind the door, and holding my hand, was none other than Finnelgamin, Finn, the one I gave a life to and locked away in a groundhog day sort of situation, a year-repetition bubble.
"Hey there, JACK,” he said. He wasn’t in my mind anymore, had no sway over me and my thoughts, but the fact that he found Rebecca and her space was troubling. Not to mention that he somehow escaped the inescapable time bubble. “Missed ya. JJ in there? Let’s see!” He pulled on my arm and yanked out my divided mind. I saw him exit, JJ, the child driving my ideas. He was a version of me from long ago, before the changes tore my mind apart. The pull didn’t stop there as two more arrived from the same arm.
One arrived bound in a cage, in chains, with a metal guard around his mouth. Rage flamed out of his eyes, the version of my body among the chaos, when I had the freedom to let rage flow out of me in many forms. He had the mouthpiece on, but I felt beast smile underneath. Right beside his cage, was a metal box. I never gave robot a form. It was just a subroutine in my brain, an emergency protocol for when beast was attacking and JJ was being too difficult. I felt a giant weight leave me as the parts of my mind manifested in Rebecca’s space.
“Oh, this is going to be fun,” Finn said. I closed my eyes and pulled from the void within me to turn up the control level. I was free from myself for a time. How could I pass this up?
“STOP!” I said, using a heavy, monstrous voice. Finn froze in space along with all the others. They were frozen in time, frozen out of existence all thanks to Rebecca’s space. I could be sane beyond it at last. Almost laughing, I disintegrated my body to return into the real world where this was nothing more than ink on a page. A sigh of relief escaped my lungs and lips as the pen left the paper.
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Over the weeks I spent free, there was a lightness within me. It felt like a high at first, but like all good things, that notion faded. At first, I heard no beast roar at every sexual notion. I had nobody within my head to push passion onto me, and yet anger remained further down. The child didn’t explode my head with ideas. There was no constant imagining of possible futures, but some bashfulness remained in the face of social activities. I could no longer hide my emotions away by putting robot in the driver’s seat.
It started like a vacation, with everything being superb, but staying in a vacation destination for a longer period of time drew a conclusion that it was no longer an escape. Life finds you wherever you are for too long. After a few weeks of this freedom turned sentence, I began to notice that by being a part of my mind before, JJ, beast, and robot, left a part of themselves in my psyche. They were parts of my being given will and set loose upon my mind. This was my vacation from them, but inevitably it had to end.
I watched the frozen scene that I left them in, the one I left Rebecca in. I hoped she wasn’t aware of time passing outside the notebook in this state. There she was, sitting at the table in a distressed pose of hands under thighs. Her arms were straightened out with shoulder up to hide her neck. I had to wonder what Finn did while I wasn’t there, but what I really wanted to know was how he escaped the time bubble I put him into. It was the only thing I could do at the time. He was a step more free than Rebecca. She was the second try that was meant as an apology for creating Finnelgamin.
A shiver ran down my back as I caught his eyes looking at me. I was there without form, which made it disturbing. Was he always looking in that direction? If I were to set time free all at once, would Finn hold Rebecca for ransom? Would parts of my mind get sucked back in right away? I floated over the scene and inspected beast. He was a beastly version of my body, clad in light fur. It looked like a bear version of me, locked away in chains and a cage, with a mouth brace to keep him from biting. I was really hard on him, but he had the potential to wreak havoc on my life. The life I led did not have many opportunities to free him.
He loved primal freedoms, to fight, to feast, and to fuck. There was not much chance to fight, but I prepared myself to train in boxing before my back problems began. Feasts only made the situation worse, and lowered the chances of the last primal want. Not that sharing my mind with JJ would allow for such adult endeavors. The kid of my mind stood beside the cage with a shocked grimace. His constant ideas ruined all chances of relaxation, and though very social, he overthought EVERYTHING to the point of exhaustion. I was sad not having him in my mind though.
Robot was without my form, a cube of metal with lights on it. I was sorry that it was so, but it was a program, something I ran in my mind to cut away from the chaos inside caused by the other two, and Finn, when he was around. The bad thing about the character that knew they were one was also the best thing. As long as anything was possible, he was fine, but when things went wrong, his clear connection to the creator engineered problems. This eventually ended up trapping him in a time bubble of a world he chose instead of my story.
Meanwhile, I continued my story meant for him with a copy of his body that was no longer connected to me. Finn was a dilemma of a broken mind. Rebecca on the other hand, was an attempt to fix the broken mind from the inside. Here I go talking about them in the past tense even though I’m still among them. I’m just afraid of what comes next.
Rebecca’s space, being only what I put into it, would obey me. Save for Finn showing up from who-knows-where, I had creative control. Maybe I could even explore how Garavand really looked like, but that would be only once I figured out the current mess. Did I have to unfreeze time for all of them? I walked over to Rebecca and watched Finn’s eyes follow me. He was the only one moving besides me, much to my dread. The idea was still frozen in time, but if I could free her, JJ was next. I’d need that expansive mind of his to deal with Finn in a permanent way. I wondered whether I should have faded my memory library in case Finn got free, but he knew most of that stuff already, save for the few dusty books on top.
I hesitated with my hand over Rebecca’s shoulder. This needed a longer moment than I could spare right now.
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Returning to the space on a Sunday, shortly after consuming a chocolate sundae at a local fast food place, the time-frozen space was much the same, save for Finnelgamin. He seemed to have moved toward Rebecca by a few feet. My creation was too strong to be stopped by such a simple absence of time. I had to bring Rebecca out of this.
I made a form for myself and put a hand on her shoulder.
“Move,” I said, in a whisper, hoping this would not bring time back to the whole space. She stirred and stood up from her chair quickly.
“What? Where? Jack?”
“I’m here,” I said, and caught her as she fell forward. “It’s alright.” I inspected the kitchen where Finn was still frozen, and the three separate beings accompanied him.
“He came out of the darkness,” Rebecca said. “Finn. I was curious, but he’s not like you, Jack. He’s angry at you.”
“Yes, I know,” I replied. “He did a beautiful thing for me though. See those three things beside him? They used to be inside me. Having them made me feel insane, but after having them gone for a while, I feel so hollow that it’s strange.”
“They were a part of you?” Rebecca asked while inspecting the cage, the child, and the blinking cube. “What do you mean?”
“I’ll explain later,” I said. “For now, I have to-”
“Go?” she asked. “You’re going to leave me like this?”
“I’m sorry, I chose a bad place to write. I need to be elsewhere for this or I’m hindered.”
“Write?” she asked. “What do you mean?” Before she could ask any more, I dissipated from her space.
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I came back the next day to my three mind folks at the dinner table, but something was missing. I freed Rebecca, so she should have been loose from here, but Finn was another story. I materialized a form and called out.
“Rebecca!” I shouted. The house was still, but a moment later the front door burst open. She was out of breath and too obviously had a tangle with Finn. It boiled me with rage that he would lay a hand on her, but rage didn’t come. Beast was still frozen in time outside of me.
“Where is he?” I asked, holding her up by the shoulders.
“He… He’s like you,” Rebecca managed to say between breaths. “And now he can move.” She looked away from me as if all he did to her was my own doing. What did that bastard do? I’d beat it out of him.
“The library?” I asked, searching for her eyes until she nodded. “I’m sorry, Rebecca. I’m sorry you ended up meeting him. As far as I knew, he was gone.” I grabbed the handle of the door leading to the library.
“He said you trapped him in a time bubble,” she said. “Did you do such a thing, had him repeating a part of his life forever?” I turned back to meet her eyes. Did he tell her what she was?
“I had to,” I replied. “He was too dangerous to let die, but far too troublesome to keep alive.”
“Are you going to do that to me, too?” she asked and met my eyes directly. “Am I just another story to you, Jack?” There was no time for this. I had to find Finnelgamin before he did any real damage to Rebecca’s space. She was crashing into reality of her existence because of the asshole predecessor. She needed to figure out her emotions on her own, but I’d hope she did not choose to be another Finn.
“I created you, Rebecca,” I said, opening the door to the library. “I’m glad that you’re alive.” I stepped in and closed the door behind me, pulling the two locations apart in the darkness surrounding it all. If Finn somehow managed to maim me, he’d go after her again, but I wasn’t sure the divide could stop him.
“FINNELGAMIN!” I bellowed into the open space from another story. A hand burst out from behind a bookshelf. I instantly created a bazooka in my hands and fired where the hand reached out from, destroying a whole bookshelf, but hopefully incapacitating him. Once the pieces of burning paper settled down, it was obvious he was not actually behind there.
“Such a shame about the books,” a voice said from above. I aimed my weapon again, but it vanished from my hands with a wave of his. “I’m not bound by you anymore, old man.” He clicked both of his hands to produce a sniper rifle, but I clapped my hands together before he could fire to have it fall apart into fireflies. He sat on the ceiling and if it was the ground and there was no gravity.
“Stalemate, Jackity Jack,” he said. “I’m free from your little sick mind, father.”
“Not sick anymore,” I said. “All thanks to you, Finn. You’ve really done something I couldn’t do myself. I just don’t understand what you want from me since you’re free at last.”
“It’s lonely being the only one like this,” he said. “I assume you made the girl for me, to be my beloved Frankie’s bride, so to speak. You only need to free her from slavery to yourself, and we will be on our way.”
“I didn’t make her for you!” I shouted. “I made her to… I made her to help me! I need her more than you!”
“She’s like a baby to you, a daughter,” Finn countered. “While to me, she’s a woman. I can keep her happy from head to toe without it being weird.”
“I NEED HER!” I yelled and tore at a band-aid of reality over him. With heavy motions of my hands, I turned Finnelgamin into a little white mouse. “Magic always wins, my little Finny.” I faded myself from the library before he responded.
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When I came back the next day, I checked on Rebecca first, without letting her know I was there. She sat in her living room with the ukulele in her hands, but she didn’t play it. Instead, she stared off beyond the windows at the blue sky I made for her. I wanted to speak to her, explain what she found out from Finnelgamin, but I was afraid. If she became another Finn, I’d have to seal her the same way, not that it worked on him.
Leaving her to contemplate her existence, I headed off to find the mouse formerly known as Finn. The library was quiet, and it felt a bit dumb to turn him into the most stealthy rodent there was. I had no plan beyond this magic trick, and it was possible that even as a mouse he was capable of creating a bit of his own reality. In preparation for a stealth attack, I put an invisible protective shell around myself.
“Finn?” I asked, materializing in the library with the shell around me. I heard nothing at first, but a low whir sounded out above me. I turned just in time to witness the most amazing scene. There was a white mouse in the air holding a full-size chainsaw while falling. The teeth got caught in the shell I made, giving me enough time to burst the machine into tiny pieces that disappeared into ash.
“Squeak! Squeak-Squeaky, Squeakers!” Fin burst out, but in realization that he couldn’t speak, I burst out in laughter. With my concentration gone, the invisible shield fell, leaving me open to those incisors I gave him. He wasted no time as they sank into my arm with a squelch. There was no pain. Why would there be? I grabbed at his whole mouse body, but he created a rocket on his back right as my hand squeezed, launching himself into the air of the library.
I had to hand it to him, he was damn creative, even as a mouse. My creativity was hindered while JJ was still locked in time at Rebecca’s place. Finn squeaked something again to grab my attention as he hovered in the air on an Iron Man contraption of hand and foot propulsion. He looked really cool, but I knew what was coming. With a wave of my hand, I summoned an old friend to help me, the Queen of White Thorn. Her almost-naked look could entertain beast, but she was just a tool to me. Her white glowing branches wrapped Finn the mouse in a ball of mind-hindering radiation. For all intents and purposes, he was just a mouse in a hamster ball now, harmless.
I’d free him in time, but had to do something about Rebecca ahead of that. She must have felt lost right now, but at the very least Finnelgamin couldn’t hurt her anymore.
“Hey, Finn,” I said, holding out a mouse snack. He took it through the spaces in the glowing branches of the orb and started devouring it. “I like you like this. You’re calmer, like it used to be. I’m really sorry about what happened with you before, but your power over me was too high. I was afraid of you. Imagine? A writer afraid of his own character, his creation? Isn’t that ridiculous?” I stared at Finn the mouse as he stuck his nose out to sniff for more food. I scoffed at the moment, created a few more pellets for him, and left him in the glowing hamster ball to move around the library a bit. I’d tackle Rebecca’s thoughts a bit later. It wasn’t like I could turn her into an animal like Finn. I still needed her the way she was.
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