“hi. I’m new to books, and have read four books so far, can I ask for recommendations here?”

It was like a butterfly, innocently flapping its wings in the east. Little did we realise the storm awaiting us in the west. The many authors in the room tried to peddle their wares towards him in a bid to welcome him and showcase their prized works.

This is ignored as he inquires about the room. He had come because he knew the place was related to books. All he wanted was a decent book but all he found were web novels. He was getting confused by the blabbering of the authors, a doll and a joker, speaking with foam dripping from their mouths in a bid to drag him into their own worlds. He showed them what he was after, he had his list prepared. Being the educated crazies they are they teared through his words trying to find what he was truly after.

The smell of fresh meat had pulled the other authors out of the depths they lurked. They too tried to claim this reader as their own but they too where ignored. The original authors tried guiding him to books he might enjoy. They guided him too books they deemed of high quality. These too where ignored. He read the synopsis of the first to catch his interest. It failed to attract his attention. Still they kept trying, kept on failing. One of the authors walked towards him with shining eyes. The reader was describing everything they had written in their novel. They presented it to the reader with a heart full of hope and a doll like face.

They began describing their book with passion as the reader glanced over the synopsis. And then he spoke

“I think I might have died 3 times trying to read that”

The doll began to break apart.

The surrounding authors tried their best to warn the reader. The doll was fragile and sealed a great beast within. A beast wielding the power to summon gods to banish all who enrage them from this sacred room. One of the spectating authors pulled out the ancient laws all must abide in a bid to protect the reader from the beast. The rule stated that all must act with respect in all their actions. It was too late however and the doll shattered, out came the grudge. Invoking the ancient word of respect, the reader continued. Two other authors, tricksters and madmen the both of them, conversed with the reader. They threw the sacred word around until it was worn and torn, cheap enough for the elderly to reminisce.

A known reader came along threatening to summon the gods if the three of them didn’t stop profaning the sacred words but was ignored due to their past as a comedic relief. It did however provide the break required to put the doll back together. The doll and the madman sat back with popcorn when the reader entered the offensive.

“are you ignoring me because im brown, doll?”

All spectators could hear the ceramics shatter once more and the reader invoked the holy word in a casual manner to protect themselves yet again. A passing rabbit walked into the situation and the reader said

“are you supposed to be a Bat?”

This stupidity led to his downfall as the rabbit bared its fangs and attacked the reader for their idiocrasy. The two tricksters and the doll struck the reader forcing him to retreat in shame after his degratifying end. He entered a self-imposed exile and the world was at peace at last.

One of the tricksters thought to himself this would be enjoyable to write. I hope you enjoyed.