Team Sunshine - Lobb's DG SumOly thread

[lobb]

14. A story!

THE SCRAMPUS

A Tale of Horror

The Scrampus: a mysterious beast first described by the alchemist gyiyg. It is thought that merely reading its name can summon it. Little else is known about it, as all who have encountered it have met a great misfortune.

It is a dark and stormy night. I sit here at my desk, much as I sat then, reading long-forgotten tomes I have acquired in my many travels. I sought, in my vanity and folly, to unlock the greater secrets of the Universe, to find a power such has no mortal had held. Many might believe that Science has now conquered the world, but the very recesses of the human soul remain mysteries to us, and who can say, on a night such a this, that nothing dwells unseen among us? I cannot, for I now know.

I read the lines I quoted above and made the mistake of quickly dismissing them as the superstition of a cruder time. An old-wives' tale, if you will. I knew not what terrible, terrible truth they contained.

It was then I heard a knocking, or perhaps it was a scratching noise. "It must be a visitor," I thought, for many are the inconsiderate persons who visit you at a late hour. Flinging open the door, however, I became aware that it was not so. The noise, meanwhile, was still audible, and I clearly perceived now that it came from the window.

"It must be the wind," I thought, and just then, the unholiest of noises froze the very blood in my veins! Was it the cackling of an old woman? The scream of a madman? It was a "wooooooooooooooooow" such as I had never heard, never believed possible.

I reasoned with my nerves. It must be but an owl or a raven. I flung open the window, and there it stood...

... The Scrampus!

I became mad with terror. What fate awaited me now? It was all lost, all in vain. All my life and wisdom, brought to this, all by this creature. Was it a cat or a fiend? I knew not, and yet, like the former, it strolled into my chamber. In my mind swam visions, horrible visions, of death and life and things that cannot be described in a human language. I had seen the Beyond and its mysteries stared back at me.

I must have retreated. Sought, perhaps, an answer in my tomes on how to best ward myself against this terrible beast. This much I know: I must have sat down. That was the act of a madman, to be sure, for it was not the wise course. It was as though an unseen force compelled me to do so and I was no longer myself.

The Scrampus sniffed at my papers and sat on my lap. It is here now, curled into a small ball of anomalous geometry. I cannot move. I must spend the rest of my days sitting upon this chair. I write these lines so that you, reader, will not commit the same errors... but do I, indeed? If I must be honest, it would be a great relief to me if the Scrampus were summoned to another's side, if I could stand up and feel my legs again, if I could venture into the kitchen for a slice of bread. Alas! It may be too late for me.

P.S.: I didn't proofread this and I'm really tired and this is super improvised but oh well

[Thor]

I laughed so much WAHAHAHAHAHA this is so cute. This must be shared!