This is an idea I've been toying with for a while. We know there are other realms beyond the Land Without Magic and the Enchanted Forest, so what about worlds from other book series? Could their characters have been swept up in the Dark Curse too? This is a series of one-shots involving various literary characters, both pre-curse and Storybrooke post-curse.
Once again, he found himself running from a threat he couldn't identify, and rather didn't fancy stopping to look. For a man who enjoyed the quiet life in his office of the University Library, today had been a most unpleasantly busy one. Things started out normal enough, woke up, had a potato for breakfast, opened the door and tripped over several buckets of coal that had been carelessly dumped outside his door. Then it all went to Hell on his way to the Library.
Only in the Unseen University would a student be walking down a hallway carrying an unstable portal to another realm. And only Rincewind would be unlucky enough to walk right into that student, causing him to drop the small bean-like object. He had screamed in terror as the floor opened up into a swirling vortex, then simply gave a resigned sigh as it dragged him in. Of course it was going to happen to him, he had thought as the colors spiraled around him. Some awful interdimentional accident happens on campus and it had to happen to him.
He remembered hitting the ground with a 'mumpf'. He remembered looking around extremely cautiously at the dense forest and dark sky. He also remembered it being rather odd that there seemed to be no wildlife in the area. And worst of all, he remembered hearing a colossal roar as something large barreled towards him, snapping trees down along the way. And that led him to here, once again running for his life away from something he didn't understand, but was sure didn't mean him well.
He barely had a moment to think when he saw the ominous purple cloud of magic approaching in front of him. Deciding something that may only possibly want him dead was likely safer that whatever certainly wanted him dead, he dived in.
He sat nervously behind his desk twiddling his thumbs. It was almost 6:30, almost time for the worst part of the day. Every time, all the instincts in his body would tell him to get out, but it was just his job and someone had to do it. Right on cue, the phone rang. "Storybrooke Animal Control, you can call me Tim. What's your emergency?"
It was, of course, the same call he got every night. "Bears back again, Ms. Lockslie? I'm on my way."
Poor Goldie seemed to get the same family of bears in her yard every day, and poor Tim Chanter had to go out every day, against every fiber of his being, and scare them off. It was a cruel joke, this job, but it was his job.
I'm fulling expecting this series to go nowhere, but some reviews, suggestions and criticisms would be nice if you liked it.
