Me: Hey everybody! Umm…
John: What, nothing to say? How about this. You've been procrastinating, haven't you?
Me: What, me? *Scoffs* No!
*In background* "You see, I am merely one hell of a butler."
Me: Darn, I've been found out… Yeah, I've been watching too much anime, especially Black Buttler. What of it?
John: You should be working on this story, not wasting time.
Me: *scowls* Well my mom's computer just died, my old one stinks, and my new one's not here yet. I have to do something to entertain myself… You of all characters have no right to give me any lip, you know I write on inspiration.
John: Well, If you're typing this you obviously have some.
Me: *facepalms* Fine. I'll try.
Chapter 11 -Discoveries-
John awoke, bolting up and hitting Mary, who was hovering over him. "Ow!" They said in unison, clutching the newly formed bumps on their heads. They both laughed a little and John said "Sorry, I guess I bolted up there… Anyway, I have some stuff to say. Dad contacted me while I was asleep…" Mary recoiled a little, a twinge of fear in her eyes. She grabbed John's arm and said "Um… We don't have time for that! We have to explore and stuff! Come on!" She jumped up and started running, dragging him with her. "Mary! Please stop! This hurts… Come on!" She stopped suddenly, slamming him into a wall she stopped for. He got up groaning in pain. "Thanks sunshine, now I hurt all over…" Writing appeared on the wall like before, in a deep red. Now that John looks at the room he is in, it is a deep blue. The words read: "Draw a door on the wall, darkened one. Return to the place from which you came. Leave, for the floors have eyes.."
John tilted his head quizzically at the message. "This is a bit more… poetic than normal. A door, and eyes in the floor… Wait, eyes!?" Looking down at the floor, he sees a flood of eyeballs coming at them through the floor. He takes out his pen, and neatly, quickly draws a nice-sized door in the wall. Another bunch of words appear on the wall. "It requires blood to stay for long. If left as it is, it will soon blow away, like dust in wind…" John scowls at the words, and says "Enough poetic gibberish. If it wants blood again, blood it gets!" He took the needle which he swiped from the room he learned about his blood and pricked his finger, rubbing it on the sketch. The door popped into existence with a sizzle, made from a deep mahogany. John took his pen and touched it to the wound, and it healed. "Come on sunshine!" He said, grabbing Mary by the arm and dragging her through the door.
John recoiled when he saw what was through the door. It was something simple; the very room he started in. His study. "We're… Here?" Mary gasped. John grunted a bit, and looked around frantically. "How is this possible?" He breathed sharply in realization, and said "Ah… Magic. Of course. Magic solves everything, right?" Making that same old mad, endearing smile at Mary. In a flash of light and colored smoke words appeared in the air. "Hello son. You've earned your first diary page. Here you are…
-Day Unknown, Entry 19-
I have made a discovery. Some people compare time to a river; to me that is normal time outside this place. This place acts like a dam to that river, stopping time. Or… I should say It would. There are cracks in the dam; and therefore, time only seems to stop, and aging ceases for all except my creations..
John sighed, and took his father's Diary out from his inner suit pocket. On the page before the last, A new page faded in with these words along with the words in the air fading out. John and Mary sat down in their chairs, and racked their brains about what they would do next.