Chapter 16 - Missed Adventures
“Hello,” Rebecca said, and felt a burning cliche coming out of her mind before she could stop it. “We come in peace. We mean you no harm.” The woman stepped forward as a few soldiers approached around her, guns still trained on me.
“My name is Eliza Goldsmith, and I represent our human race,” she said, without a shred of fear in her eyes. I had to commend her for that. Very few could keep their shit together after a floating library landed like a meteor on the surface of their world.
“I’m Rebecca,” I replied and pointed the others out. “This is Tome and Arnst. There is another of my kind, but please be at ease as she arrives. Shy?” As soon as a shadow stretched from the heavy one the library provided, all the guns pointed toward it. When her shadowblood dropped, or reeled back in, Shy had her hands up.
“I’m Shy,” she said. “Hope you’re right about this.”
“Why are you here?” Eliza asked.
“That’s a long story, Ms. Goldsmith,” I said and flexed my mind-reading to hear her plan our capture after putting us at ease. “Please don’t go through with the plan you are constructing, miss.” For the first time, Eliza’s jaw tightened with fear.
“That’s not a very fair advantage you possess, young lady,” she said. “We humans can’t read minds, so what are you?”
“I don’t like to toot my own horn, possibly for a lack of one, plus that might be quite difficult seeing as the back rarely bends that far,” I said and imagined bending forward so much that my mouth was right at my own genitals. It was Crimmy pushing me there, but I could probably accomplish it with creationism. “But I’m something of a god.” Eliza was unfazed by this proclamation, so I decided to provide a demo for their group.
“I see you do not believe me, so just stand there a second and relax while I demonstrate,” I said and followed an idea from a bad source, Crimmy. In a split second, everyone of one gender, became a different one, by discernible by birth characteristics. This prompted shock and chaos as guns once again tightened and pointed at us. Though we could not die, I preferred those weapons were created entirely of sex toys, and with the blink of an eye, they were. Their tanks were now giant penises that only shot out foam. At each press of a trigger, the weapons either excreted lubricant or vibrated out of the hands of the person holding it. This continued for a confused couple of minutes until Eliza put up a hand.
“Stand down!” She exclaimed with a man’s voice she now possessed. “Would it be possible to revert to our previous forms now?” I smiled and noticed that her hand squeezed over the area where she now had a penis just for the feel of it. With a wave of my hand, everything reverted to the way it was at the very start.
“Sorry if I scared you,” I said. “I wish no harm, only ask you to not attack our home.”
“That’s fair, as long as you do not attack ours,” Eliza said, with her female voice. We would like to appoint a representative to cooperate with you and discuss further as to the nature of why you’re here. Is that alright?”
“Fine by me, but first you will have to get on your knees and lick my pussy,” I felt my mouth say as the crowd gasped in shock. It was Crimmy who said it, and I put my hands up to calm everyone and a mentally excited Eliza who I was starting to suspect was secretly a lesbian.
“Wait, this was not me speaking,” I said. “I’m keeping a beast of a sort within me that has a wild disposition,” I licked the pearl ring as the orb dissolved to mist. Crimmy showed up within, naked and proud of it, with curves glistening as she struck an evocative pose much to awe of the male soldiers. With a tug on the mist, Crimmy reeled back in and I slipped the ring off my finger for Shy to wear it again. Eliza cleared her throat.
“Well, good,” she said, reasserting herself. “We will appoint a representative and send her or him over in a few days. For the time being, please do not go anywhere. Ok?”
“You got it, Liz,” I said. Her eyes narrowed for a moment, but she smiled and left.
“We’ve got to figure out a way to keep her entertained,” I said to Tome, Shy, and Arnst, but it didn’t feel like they had new ideas. “For now, let’s go back in so we don’t scare these background characters of the world. Arnst, Can you get us up there rather than walk up all the stairs?”
“You got it,” she said, threw her hood on and sank both hands into the ground with a squat that spread her legs to the green sweatpants. Rather than create another wooden staircase, vines wove from where she stood and created platforms that ascended back to the library. Although I could just absorb them all back into me and teleport, I liked knowing what parts of my mind were capable of. As we neared the seemingly wooden surface, it parted to let the vine platforms in from the inside.
It didn’t take longer than a few seconds in the confines that I felt that something was off. I plucked a pair of sunglasses from nowhere and put them on to find the main room of the library house crowded by little purple men with shimmering cloaks. The glasses I made were the special revealing kind thanks to creationism. They didn’t know that they were exposed yet and made some rude gestures and motions at the other versions of me. Rather than expose finding them, I did my best to accidentally bump into one. When he squeaked at my weight on his body, I looked to the others roaming about at the windows as if they made the noise.
“Hi there, Trevit,” I whispered to the one I pinned underneath my body. In realization that I was aware of him, he tried to alert his buddies, but I smothered him with my chest and pinned him down with my hips. The way he wriggled under me felt strangely pleasant, but Crimmy wasn’t with me to go to a sexual place utilizing those slender purple arms. When his sharp teeth sank into one of my breasts and tore it off, I rolled to the side and healed myself, but he was already free to sound off a loud whistle. In a manner of seconds, all the cloaked beings of Secear vanished from view of the revealing glasses, but I held the one who bit my boob off caught with creationism.
Rather than play his language of buzzing and whistling, I put a FRisk on his immobilized self and pushed knowledge of my language into his mind. His black eyes went still as knowledge poured into that tiny brain. His expression was priceless, like a child tasting something sweet for the first time. With compressed air bindings still around him, the transfer ended to a new expression of fear.
“WRAITH!” He called out, only to realize that he was left behind. “Witch! Wraith!”
“Shush,” I said and sealed his mouth by accident. With a wave of my hand, the cut of his mouth opened again to many sharp teeth. “Do you understand me now? Can you speak my language?”
“Yes,” He replied showing off his pink tongue at the ‘S’ sound. “Who are you? Where is this?”
“Hey, hold on, I’m the one with questions here,” I said as Shy, Arnst, and Tome stood around the little Trevit. “Let’s start with names. I’m Rebecca. These are Shy, Tome, and Arnst. And you are?” His confinement turned his body to face them in the order I pointed them out. His eyes narrowed for a moment.
“Rutenmass,” he said. “Where is this place?”
“This is a library, the most wonderful flying library house there is,” Tome said.
“The only flying library house there is,” Shy corrected, and dropped to a knee with her head bowed in regret. “I apologize for not sensing this intruder, Rebecca.”
“Don’t worry about it,” I replied and stepped back when she reached for my hips under influence of Crimmy’s ring. “This might be a bad idea, but…” I slipped the ring from Shy’s finger and licked the pearl to bring Crimmy out again, this time without reeling her back in. She looked to me for a moment with a look of euphoria and poofed into mist like a genie.
“Roam the world, Crimmy,” I said, almost sure she was already gone.
“I’m sorry, she’s just so powerful,” Shy said, blushing red on her gray cheeks.
“Don’t sweat it,” I said and helped her up. “We’ve got other issues to deal with. Is this planet connected to Secear already?” I looked to the Trev as his eyes went wide.
“You know of Secear?” Rutenmass asked.
“Yeah, I read about it in a book somewhere,” I replied. “Tell me. Did you come out of there?” He looked sad for a moment.
“We were there, once,” he said. “But then we appeared here and can’t find the way back.”
“Well, fuck,” I said. “I’ve got a bad feeling about this. What if that dummy of ours just popped the world to life randomly filled with all ideas from his connections to the Infinity Void? If that’s what happened, Trevits are the least of our worries.” Shy lifted a shadow corner for a moment and narrowed her eyes.
“The shadows have been disturbed,” she said. “We’ve got company.” She bled shadows from her wrists and filled the room to black. Since my revealing glasses were still on, I saw all that unfolded next. There was Shy, naked in a gray mist and battling something that hurt to look into. It had no discernible shape, but didn’t shift, only remained there as some sort of splat of black in the darkness. But this splat had depth as if it led to another dimension, but also existed flat at the same time. I had to take the glasses off before my mind broke from not making sense of it.
“Shy?” I asked, wondering if she needed me to step in with a bit of creationism. “Are you ok?” Fear stood the hair on my arms on ends. I just wanted to rewind time and have her include us in planning of the fight, but before I could make it reality, the room faded to a lighted environment. Shy stood underneath four gray blobs that now shifted while hovering in the air of the library.
“All good,” she said, with a wild look in her eye. “Seems this world has Garavand, only, they’re curious how come they are stuck grounded and can’t go into space.” I stepped closer, and waved a hand to create humanistic shells for them to use and communicate. I was about to explain how they worked, but one slipped right into the first and flexed the translucent body to check for range of motion. Once he waved a hand, the other three followed suit. The shells were nothing more than silicone cloaks, much like their shadow.
What I knew of garavand at that point, was what you told me of them in your story. There were a few clashing accounts of theories, but overall you thought they were all the dark in the known universe. Even with that out there, a human infused with a Garavand being, was one of their kind, but what arrived at the library that day was a pure Garavand being. They existed as that dimensional entity of the dark, now trapped from their vast Dream Vestibule that connected all worlds through sleeping minds. Even if they were the account of three beings from the stars merged into one, what they existed as was not a punishment. In this world, they were caged.
“What manner of containment is this?” asked one that I gave the voice of Patrick Stewart. “Why are we not able to contact the dimensional dark?”
“That’s a good question,” I replied and held up a finger hoping he would understand the gesture. “It could have something to do with the fact that this world does not exist in any reality, but between a space where all realities are and a pure bit of imagination. That’s difficult to grasp, I’m sure.”
“Not at all,” said a second contained Garavand who had the voice of Emma Watson. “It follows that if we are contained within such a small idea, we can only venture around it. As such, the way into the vestibule could be opened by just delving into one normal human mind. Before we go, I wish to commend your companion on great wielding of shadows. Had we solid structures, she could have subdued us all within her ‘living shadows’.” I looked to Shy who bled shadow from her wrist like smoke and formed a black horse to gallop in the air around the room.
“No doubt,” Arnst said. “She slays on a daily basis. Y’all best not make any trouble in this world below us, yeah?”
“We’ll try not to,” said another Garavand with the voice of Matt Smith. “Though who knows what awaits us in that contained connection of newly created minds.”
“Nice meeting you,” said the last one, with the voice of Evanna Lynch. The voices were meant to be random influences, yet had a theme. I wondered if when you read this to record into your green notebook, you changed the voices out for people you wanted them to be. I turned back to find Rutenmass cowering under a desk.
“What’s wrong, Rutum, umm, Rum?” I asked, as he stuck a finger out pointing to the ceiling where a multicolored rip opened to a field of lights in a variety of colors. From that opening crawled a spot of yellow-green with a brown-ish hue and smoothed the tear closed while pinching the fabric of reality with his other hand. “It’s ok, little Trevit scaredy-cat, he’s a friend.”
“A Trevit? Here?” Fyntn asked, dropping down to a strangely silent landing. “And he talks your language? What’s going on here, Rebecca? This place shouldn’t be connected to Secear.”
“It’s not,” I replied. “Hence the issue. Jack popped this world, a whole planet, into existence on a whim. It seems he not only brought in a bunch of self-aware humans, but also some Garavand, and these Trevits. Who knows what else populates this world. That aside, did you get it, the device you needed to restore Finnelgamin and James?” Rum scrambled out from under his desk and walked over cautiously to the small mustard-colored creature with long ears and tail.
“Yeah,” Fyntn replied. “Got it right here.” He pulled what looked like a nut-cracker with a screw. I was worried about what the process would entail, but Rum snagged it out of the yellow hand of three fingers and inspected it.
“It’s broken,” the Trevit said, tried to turn the screw and snapped the handle off as if it was plastic. “Poor craftsmanship.” Fyntn’s face was priceless. For just a moment, his golden eyes stopped churning and I took that to understand that he was stunned by what he saw.
“Damnit!” Fyntn cursed, launching at the purple creature. “That wasn’t easy to get, you stupid little PYGMAN!”
“Don’t blame me for stealing a faulty device,” Rum said and did three short whistles of the same tone that felt like an insult of his language, while dodging his lunge. “It wouldn’t turn, so it broke. I barely pushed it.” Fyntn had his claws out and pointed one at Rutenmass.
“I could erase your whole existence, you purple nuisance!” he shouted.
“Bring it, longears!” Rum responded.
“Arnst, Shy,” I said, as they helped restrain the two creatures from fighting. Arnst bound Fyntn in a tree grown from the bits of the floor that remained wood, and Shy poured her blood out onto Rum like a vest to hold him down. “There will be no fighting aboard my vessel.” I imagined myself in a captain’s uniform, but flicked parts of it around to look more pirate-y. Right as I was about to reabsorb Shy and Arnst, the doorbell rang.
I looked to the glass floor to make sure we were still floating about fifty yards above the ground. Whoever this was at the door, must have been committed to get so high in the air just to ring the doorbell, but polite enough not to crash through the windows. I decided to open the door to see who it could be, but Rum and Fyntn were still at odds so that took priority. With a few motions, the two sat with Tome, who took on the role of their therapist and treated them as patients. As she began discussion, I went over to open the door. Which of your characters did you unwittingly bring to life with this whole world, Jack? It would have to be someone who was comfortable in uncomfortable situations, someone detached from his own existence.
“Hi there,” said a voice at the open door. “My name’s Rassot Garto. Nice to meet you!” He was flying on a jet-pack that sputtered flames to keep him aloft. The doorstep dropped off into empty air and I wondered if the steps to the door fell off at the impact of the library to the surface of the planet.
“Would you mind terribly if I flew in?” He asked building up a sweat on his forehead. “You see, I’m running out of fuel, and I’d rather not meet the ground like this, at impact.” I snapped my fingers to turn his fuel infinite.
“There, infinite fuel,” I said and waited as he checked his gauges on the wrist display with amazement. “Now, out with it. Why are you here?” It had to be him, didn’t it? This character didn’t get much of a feature in Tiarto’s tales, but was always regarded as important. It was blatant to have him here, in the library he once visited to see his old friend one last time.
“Ah, well,” he started. “I’ve been sent from the surface to be a human representative. May I ask something? This library bears a certain resemblance to another I’ve seen before, but I can’t seem to recall why it is familiar. I want to say something happened here, but I can’t recall.” I wondered what would happen if you came by to find him there, what you’d tell him of his story. That could not happen, and so the idea of the spawn chamber came to be, assisted by Fyntn the Third.
“Come in, Rassot,” I said, opening the door for him to fly in just as Fyntn and Rum were shaking hands. As the mechanism turned off, the human watched the Nth Goni cut a path into dazzling stars and vanish within the rainbow-churning edge. “Don’t mind that, but let me introduce them. The one with the glasses is Tome. The one hiding in the shadows is Shy. That’s her name. Arnst is the green-totting master of rhyme and thyme. Purple guy is a Trevit, name of Rutenmass, but call him Rum.” Almost forgetting to ask Fyntn for help, I mimicked the three whistles Rum used as the cut in the air churning rainbows stopped sealing. He poked his head out with eyes narrowed on the gemstone pupils.
“I’m sorry, Fynty,” I said. “That was me. I need your assistance with something that involves the main man.” I said, this pointing to the camera, assuming you ever let everyone see your entirety. With a few motions, I created that small room with a ladder and a porthole of light, and had Fyntn help bind you to the confines with his own abilities of manipulation. The look in his molten eyes felt sad as he left, as if he knew what would follow and that chamber was the first step.
With Fyntn gone, the main focus shifted back to the human from the world below the library. Arnst walked around him as her shadow, or rather Shy, did the same. I was really glad Crimmy was not around or she’d have him in her clutches of lust in seconds. In fact, I decided to check up on her by closing one eye to tune into her channel only to find her wearing a strap-on with three nude women bent over exposing their openings in a burst of explicitness I was not expecting. I stopped watching before she started whatever that happened to be. Arnst already had her vines woven around Rassot.
“Amazing! You can manipulate plants,” he said, more amazed than afraid. Shy came up from his shadow and slithered around on his body. “And you use shadows! That’s amazing! What do you do?” He pointed to me with a finger that sprouted a flower from a vine Arnst wove all over him.
“Everything,” I said and connected my fists to reabsorb Tome, Arnst, and Shy from the room. The vines withered and fell away from his skin. “Now we can talk. What can you remember of your life here? Do you have any memories of one individual named Tiarto?” Rassot grimaced at the mention of the name and I stood closer as a sensation of want filled my head. By general absorption, I pulled Crimmy away from her freedom and activity and she was not about to let me forget the interruption.
My hands lost control as I watched them move to disrobe the male specimen before my eyes. It was Crimmy at the helm, but I fought back within. Her rage was fresh for being pulled away from three awaiting bodies. Rassot looked so confused and abashed, but did not stop her arms. With just a touch to his crotch bound in orange underwear his part was at the ready. I felt myself ripple with excitement as the hand enclosed the clothed extension and shuddered. I wanted to let go, let her have her’s, but grit my teeth and dug the pearl ring inside myself, right where she always wanted your face to meet beast. With that, she was trapped again, but Rassot was already expecting to finish so I rushed a handy with no feeling in it.
“Sorry about that,” we said at the same time, and met with eye contact.
“Did they tell you about this?” I asked, holding out the ring of pearl. His climax grin faded to shock.
“Oh, that was…” He said. I nodded. “Did she force you to-”
“No, I finished it myself,” I replied, before he felt too bad. “That’s why I said sorry. I rushed it just so you could enjoy yourself because I felt bad just leaving you like that.”
“Well, thanks,” he said, getting his pants back on. “Oh! Right. I came here to talk to you about the ship.” I was suddenly very aware of Rum looking at us and walked over to the spawn chamber where he stood.
“What did longears do with you here?” Rum asked.
“It’s a sort of trap for the person who caused this whole world to exist,” I said. “When he stops by, he will be bound to this space rather than have freedom to move about and hide.” A shake made my jaw clack a few times. You were arriving. This was the moment of truth. I won’t bore you with my recollection of your brief visit. You saw me, Rum, and Rassot, and left without a care in the world. Of course you would. This was all just a story to you, even if we were really alive in your eyes.
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Well, you left me too, Rebecca. I hadn’t come back to this notebook in weeks, hadn’t read further on the laptop in a cabin of endless darkness where I once created something. She was sour in my thoughts, and I never wanted to finish this story to spite her, though she’d never know of it.
Out in the real world, I could have sworn I had seen her. It was probably just some classy woman that shared her look in my mind, but it felt like someone who knew me. Maybe it was Kara in disguise. She could walk between all worlds, but knew better than to interact with individuals that went insane enough to hear that initial broadcast into the Infinity Void. Fyntn the Third must have told her all about the Nth Goni mechanics. I had to wonder if there was one like Fyntn glued to her story or if she lost her story creature to the fact that she visited the void. I only wished Kara that she’d find her old man in that endless impossible space, or had she already? I could not remember.
I didn’t feel like reading about Rebecca, but to you, this will feel like a few lines of text spanning time until I do wish to continue her story. After all, I asked her to write about her life in a world I created, so that she had a story to share. I, above all, am a hypocrite.
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