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I checked over the list that Auth had given me. I had just finished putting back a monster that had gotten out of its book. Usually, monsters aren’t the priority; however, this one somehow managed to get into a new book. While there, it caused property destruction and nearly killed one of the main characters. Unfortunately, because I failed to find the monster before it was seen, it is now in that book.
Fortunately, no one saw me, or there would be even more complications. The monster is from my buddy Demon’s book. Auth doesn’t have a title for his book yet, but she knows she wants to turn it into a comic. Unfortunately, she can’t draw to save her life. Plus, it took her three tries to get the right book for him.
Auth created his character first, along with his cafe. I’m not sure if he still has a cafe in this new version. He still bakes, though. Which, if you ever met him, you would know it doesn’t fit his personality. You’ll get to know more about him when Auth writes his story.
I placed my focus back on the list in front of me, and I couldn’t help but grin when I noticed I was finally done. I shouldn’t be surprised because Auth has recently been assigning me less work. Not sure if things are less hectic or if I’m just not being given as much. Still, who am I to complain? I have more time to bug Demon and the others when I’m not working.
Actually, I should go visit him. Not knowing much about his new book just means I need to visit him more. I snapped my fingers, and instantly, one of my red portals appeared before me. Before I stepped through, though, I activated my hoverboot. Since Demon’s world is new and I haven’t been there, my portal will just pop me out anywhere.
The last time that happened, I fell straight down into a lake. Which was upsetting because my boots weren’t waterproof yet. Thankfully, I saved them. Starting from scratch isn’t fun. Luckily, everything else already was. My boots are waterproof now, but I don’t really like getting wet.
With that done, I stepped through the portal. When I stepped out of it, I instantly realized something had gone wrong. Even though I hadn’t visited Demon, I knew his world was set in the human world. However, the blood-red sky I was standing in was definitely not something you would see in the human world. I pulled at my right jacket sleeve, revealing a thin metal bracelet with the words fuck off engraved on it.
I tapped on the word fuck and instantly a holographic keyboard popped up. I typed the words book with red sky. I wasn’t sure why my portal took me here when I was trying to go to Demon’s book. So I wanted to know where here was. I’ve been taking care of Auth’s books for a while now, and I should know all of them.
However, I didn’t remember one with a red sky. This could be a new book, so I was checking the database. I waited for a second before getting a response; however; it wasn’t one I expected.
“What do you mean, no results? I’m literally standing in a blood-red sky.” I spoke to the database even though I knew it couldn’t hear me.
I tried again this time, typing in the words. Book, blood-red, and sky. Still, it claimed to have no results. Usually, I’m not one to give up so easily. However, the database is a direct link to Auth’s mind.
This could be a forgotten book, but usually, they completely fall apart after being forgotten. The sky would be the first to go to. This sky looks completely fine, no matter which direction I look. If a forgotten book were put together, it would still have traces in the database. Knowing it wouldn’t matter if I tried again, I snapped my fingers to form one of my portals.
Unfortunately, like everything else, I didn’t get the results that I wanted because a portal didn’t appear. I stared at the blank space in front of me before snapping my fingers again. Still nothing. Then I did it again. Still nothing.
Then again, and again until my hand started hurting. Which shouldn’t be happening. I mean, never in my whole life has this ever happened before. I know there’s a phrase that says there’s a first time for everything, but still. I pushed away any thought of panicking or overthinking. Something I’ve never even thought of doing until now, and I took a deep breath.
When I let it back out, I tapped on the fuck again to close the keyboard. Then I tapped off and spoke.
“Hey, Auth, this is Portal. I seem to be somewhere I can’t identify in your database that has a blood-red sky. I portaled to it without even meaning to, and now my portals won’t open. I know you’re busy out there in the real world, but please contact me as soon as you can.”
I clicked off again to send the message, hoping she would respond right away. She’s not always, but even if she isn’t, she should be able to hear this. So I waited. First, a minute went by. Then five.
Until I had been waiting thirty minutes with no answer. That was getting me a little worried. Though she doesn’t always respond right away, I’ve never had to wait thirty minutes before. I tapped off again.
“Hey, Auth, it’s been thirty minutes, and you still haven’t answered me. If you receive this message, please contact me soon.”
Once again, I clicked off and waited for a response. After ten more minutes of nothing, though, my worry grew. Before it could turn to panic or overthinking, though, I noticed a tiny flash of light. I glanced down and noticed the light on my hover boots was flashing. That light indicated that soon enough, the battery wouldn’t have enough power to support me.
I guess it’s not surprising since I’ve been using them all day. The battery needs to rest, even just for a minute, to charge. Still, usually it would switch to solar power, and I would be fine. Frowning, I took a glance around, looking for the sun. Which is when I noticed that there wasn’t one.
Meaning if I didn’t turn my boots off willingly, they would just do it when the power runs out. Realizing my problem, I glanced down for the first time since I got here. I stifled a yelp as I noticed I was thousands of miles above any type of building or ground. I don’t fear heights. I’ve gotten used to appearing in the skies of her books, so being afraid of heights never really felt logical.
I watched as my hands stitched up the new corpse on the table. He and his twin were among the thousands that ended up on my table. The Nightmare Master has been trying to use my ability to create a nightmare army. Thankfully, the best I can do is those horrendous curfew bots. They needed both my and Invent’s gifts to live though. The Nightmare Master was definitely not satisfied. I was about half finished stitching on this man’s arm. When I felt the Nightmare Master give me back control. I instantly dropped the needle and thread in my hands and went to the sink. Before I could turn it on and scrub myself raw, a hand gripped my shoulder. I flinched, and instantly I was back as my ten-year-old self. Who had just reanimated a corpse for the first time. All I did was briefly touch its arm, and it sat up. It opened its mouth to speak. However, its broken jaw just flopped up and down. Then it reached for me, trying to grab me. I bolted to the metal closet down there. Locking myself insid
As I stepped into the hallway, the pitch black paint nearly left me in the dark. I was used to it, though. So soon enough, my eyes adjusted to the lighting. Carved into the walls were vines decorated with spikes. The carvings were as pitch black, as the wall itself.So, anyone who got too close to the wall was in for a rude awakening. I wasn't looking at the spikes, though. But on the things hanging from them. Thousands of little objects hung from the spikes. Necklaces, bracelets, watches, etc.I took each of them from a corpse that the Nightmare Master forced me to massacre. My eyes searched the wall, looking for a spike that had nothing on it. Of course, there was nothing. It has been years since I started doing this. So, these walls contain thousands, perhaps even millions of these objects. I turned to start my usual walk through this building when the sound of another thump stopped me. When I glance back, Crimson was yanking his knife out of another nightmare eye. "You know, des
He gripped my chin so tightly that it was painful. Then he jerked my head up, forcing me to look into his crimson eyes. There was a storm inside them. Anger is battling with disgust and distaste. "If you want to die so much, then I will kill you, but first let's make a deal."He released me and gestured for me to stand up. I did so. Forcing those emotions that I had just been feeling deep inside me. I didn't know this man. So I shouldn't be feeling all this.I should still be completely numb. It is better when I am numb. I dusted myself off and flashed him my usual crazed grin. "Let's forget about what happened and go our separate ways...Ale-." I could barely even get the name out of my mouth. Before he lunged at me, wrapping his hand around my throat. "Don't you dare say his name; you have no right." He snarled. Another jolt of emotion went through me. It wasn't because of the hand he had wrapped around my throat, though. It was because his words confirmed what the voice in my h
I wasn’t sure if this song was one I had sung before or a new one. I rarely listened to the words the nightmare master forcibly spewed from my mouth. Silence stretched as I was forced to scan the crowd. Seeing all the people I had lured with my voice. Though I tried not to commit their faces to my memory.Even the briefest of glances haunts my memories. Because I knew that everyone in this audience would die by my hand. I think at one time I was more upset about that. But after all the years, I’m numb to it all. As my gaze travels over the audience, I couldn’t help but stop on one person in the very back.At first, I thought it was the nightmare master that had made me look at him. Before I felt the slightest slip of his control over me. I have felt him give me back control before, but this was not that. It was as if something had loosened its hold on me. Could it have been the one I was looking at?I studied him, looking him up and down as questions went through my mind. He was a tow
Siren. That’s the name he started calling me when he learned my singing could control not only the nightmares that he created, but people, too. It’s actually the only name I remember. I don’t know if it’s because I was probably too young when he snatched me up. Or if the years of his control are affecting my memory.But I no longer remember the time I wasn’t under his control. I don’t even get a choice in how I look. When the Nightmare Master has control. It’s like he’s dressing a puppet. His puppet.I’m forced into clothes that scream torment. Stitched together with his cruel hands. Meant to make me look like I’ve walked out of some sick, twisted nightmare. The jacket they put me in is made of black leather. But it’s not smooth, not soft.It’s cracked. Like it’s been torn from the flesh of something long dead. It clings to me. Too tight in places, like it wants to suffocate me. The silver chains draped across my chest only add to the weight.Some of them rattle when I move, making me
He led me up the stairs to the last door on the right. Though he hesitated before he opened the door.“This room is vacant at the moment. However, it used to belong to an old friend of ours, so please try not to touch many things in the room.”“Of course.” I agreed and then added. “As long as you bring what I asked for.”Amusement sparked across his face. Making him an open book compared to the other man. He stood as tall as the other man, easily over 6’4"; however, the first man had the build of a hardened soldier.But his movements seemed more restless. As if his mind was always three steps ahead of his body. His hair was a wild mess of white. Sticking out in untamed tufts like he’d either just rolled out of bed or had been too deep in a project to bother smoothing it down.Smudges of grease streaked across his face and hands. Evidence of long hours spent working with machines or technology. His sharp blue eyes were striking against the grime. Flickering with intelligence and an alm







