Saturday, November 14
Isles of the Damned: Part 2d – The Boneshaper’s Throne
They emerged in a nightmare version of a young boy’s room. There was the normal furniture one would expect to find: a bed, writing desk, dresser, bookcase, and toy chest. There was also the usual mess of toys and books scattered on the floor. What wasn’t usual was that everything was five times its normal size.
“Aha,” another Zoltan clone announced, “you’ve made it through infancy.” He sat on the writing desk by the window. Through the window, waves crashed against rocks and a breeze of salty air wafted through the room. “But what happens when you start to grow and learn and de world starts to crush you?”
Beldin climbed out of the trap door behind the others. He wiped chuul ichor off of one of his boots. “I think I liked the maze better.”
“My parents gave me everything, but it meant nothing! I was hollow inside! De only thing that filled me, my only salvation, was the written word—and de lure of the sea!”
Something rolled off to Sebastian’s left. A small yo-yo rolled out from behind a box and fell on its side.
“Man, this guy’s got issues.” Vlad brandished Grungronazharr.
A shadow passed by Sebastian. He turned quickly but saw nothing. “What was that?”
There was a noise from under the bed. Beldin peered into the darkness.
It was a large teddy bear.
“Hey!” said Beldin. “Come out here. Do you know a way out of here?”
The teddy bear walked out from under the bed, revealing fangs, glowing red eyes, yellow horns, and a white skull on its stomach. more
posted by Michael Tresca at 8:31 AM
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