I filed the official report on The Librarian today so I guess I should actually talk about what happened. No one else remembers he it even existed. No one but me will care about what actually happened.
I ended up in his its “realm”. The giant Library. Not really the most threatening place. A little dark. Some freaky looking spiders. Lots of books. Then again, he really wasn’t the most threatening Fear I’ve ever seen. The pictures they showed me made him look more… I don’t even know.
He was an old man. A blind old man sitting at a little wooden table reading a book. I don’t even know that he was reading it. He just stared at it. Didn’t even look up when I finally wandered up to the table.
“I knew you would come.”
I’ve never really quoted anyone in here before, but those words were so… I don’t even know. There’s so much I don’t really understand. He didn’t resist. Didn’t argue. Didn’t fight.
In fact, he commended me. Apparently I’ve taken to my role better than any of the others before me. Most of the hosts don’t even get told what’s going on. It’s generally a passive power. It slowly erodes everything. He was proud of me for taking the initiative.
He called me his brother.
And he was gone. And I was standing in a dark corner of a local library staring at some perfectly ordinary spider webs. I hadn’t meant to…
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