Come See My Insanity

[Friendly Cremling she/her]

Yesterday me and my sister were talking, she said something weird (the best line in the story), and this was born. Enjoy our madness. MUAHAHAMUAHAHAMUAHAHAHA

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Spoiler

Years ago, when the Librarians ruled the world, a great man was imprisoned. You know his name, as do we all. Brandon Sanderson. The Sharders didn’t believe the false charges. They took up arms, freeing him. War broke out. On one side, the armies of the world, led by the Librarians. On the other, the Sharders, some armed simply with oversized books, using them as clubs. The war lasted for years, but eventually the Sharders won. 

Now, years later, the Librarians have started to recover. In a deep forest, a group of travelers make camp. They are transporting books for the Librarians, carefully chosen to expand their influence. Many carry staffs or daggers, as many of the more modern weapons have been destroyed, or deemed ineffective. As they build their campfire, a figure steps into their camp. Several draw their weapons. “Peace, friends,” the man says. “I have been sent to help you. I have experience in dealing with the Sharders that you do not.” He whispers something in their leader’s ear, and he relaxes. He motions for the others to put down their weapons. The newcomer looks at the fire. “Ah, good,” he says. “Now burn your staffs.” The others stare at him in shock. “Why?” one asks. “Why? If those Sharders catch even a whiff of stick, they’ll descend on us like hawks We’ll be unable to escape, trapped as they talk for hours about their horrid texts.” “Uh.. sir? I don’t mean to question you, but, um, what exactly is so horrible about that?” “This is an important mission, is it not?” They modded. “Do you want to be stuck here for hours while they explain the books? We wouldn’t be able to escape. They have unholy powers. They’ve read those books so many times, they’ve consumed their souls. And, they have ways of making you listen. Making you want to read those books of their’s. They can make men give up on their cause. Those men are never seen again, sequestered away in some corner somewhere, reading and rereading for eternity. Do you want that to happen? Do you?” The group looked fearful. They began to throw their staffs into the flames of their campfire, along with anything even vaguely resembling a stick. But, oddly, the wood did not burn. One man scratched his head. “Why won’t it burn.” An inhuman cackling rose behind them. “Oh, foolish ones,” a gravelly voice said. “It will never be fire. All sticks are watched over by the Determined One. You cannot make them deny their natures, any more than you could make Wayne abandon his hat.” The group looked at each other, confused. One opens his mouth to speak, but before he can, the group is blinded by a sudden burst of light. It fades, quickly, strange symbols hanging in the air for a moment. Figures have surrounded the camp, several lowering their hands. All are wearing dark green cloaks, only strips of cloth below the shoulders. The Sharders approach the group, carrying stacks of books. They force them into the hands  of the travelers, giving lengthy explanations as to why they should read the books. Eventually, they retreat back into the forests. One woman checks on the books they are transporting. The chests look exactly as they left them. 

Two months later, the travelers arrive at the Librarian fortress. A man in a vest and bow tie checks over the books. He screams in rage upon discovering the contents of the chest. While the covers of the books are as they should be, the pages have been changed to Sanderson’s blasphemous writings. The man flips over one chest, and notices a red carving set into the wood. For a moment he sees a dark shape in the corner of his vision. Like a tassel of gray cloth. He yelps, a sudden pain blossoming in his  chest, between his ribs. He tries to pull free the spike that has appeared there, but it starts bleeding, so that it’s clear he’ll die if he removes it. Even as he walks away to find a doctor, the pain fades, and he begins to wonder why he was worried at all.

 

Edited July 8, 2022 by Friendly Cremling

[The Wandering Wizard he/him]

That is really funny and great writing!

[HOID WANTS INSTANT NOODLES he/him]

I am so glad to see that I am not the only person who makes random things like this up. I literally have a 93 hour long continuous connected unverse that I invented so I could make up stories for my younger brother. As my younger brother is still an elemtary school boy the prominently featuring characters tend to be things like, ginuea pigs, sapient polar bears,our dog, blitzen the reindeer with an assult rifle and the main villian(as of now) is Dora the Destroya at the head of an army of 50000 oompa loompas.