Chapter 7 - Sci Fi and Mystery

Becca got a better look at the strange creature with the ray gun. It was a lemon yellow-colored pine marten with short, black hair and brown eyes. It also had on big, round glasses. The marten looked at Becca and asked, "What are you doing in…. here?" The marten looked at Becca with a look of surprise and confusion.
"My name is Becca," replied the girl, "My class and I were on a field trip in the library, and I went to the bathroom, but when I came out, everyone was gone, and suddenly, I was in, uh, Libralia, is it?"
"Yes," said the marten, "Anyway, my name is Science Fiction. I'm the guardian of the Dimension of Science Fiction. But you can call me Sci Fi."
"So are you another one of those talking books?"
"Yes," said Sci Fi, "I was, anyway, until that dirty little slut Malaria turned me into a marten! Now I don't have any of my gadgets or medical supplies or weapons! Only this ray gun that I warned your friends over there with."
"You mean Adventure and Fantasy?" asked Becca.

Sci Fi turned around and saw the beaver and squirrel glaring at her. "You blasted seadog!" cried Adventure, "Ye tried to kill me!" Fantasy was about to yell at the marten when she realized something. "Sci Fi?" said Fantasy, "My best friend?"
"Fantasy!" said Sci Fi, running to Fantasy and giving her a hug, "C'mere and let the good times roll!" Then, the marten lowered her voice to a whisper. "Do you see what I see?" she asked Fantasy, "That girl may be Incess-pray Ethylasia-bay!"
"What makes you think that?" Fantasy whispered back.
"Well, don't you notice her hair and eye colors? Not to mention the necklace around her neck?"
"What are ye ladies gossipin' about?" asked Adventure.
"None of your concern, sweetheart!" scoffed Sci Fi, "Now if you don't mind, I think this girl here has a quest she should be fulfilling!"
"How'd you know about that?" Becca asked Sci Fi.
"I was hearing everything you and the others said. And as far as I'm concerned, I don't think Bethylasia is too far away to give us assistance!"
"That's good," said Becca, "Because the sooner I can get done with this quest, the sooner I can get home! My classmates, teacher, and even my parents are probably worried sick about me right now!"
"I wouldn't worry 'bout that too much," said Adventure, "Because I think I found a book to help us!"

Becca took the book from Adventure and looked at the title. It was Cujo by Stephen King. "Are you sure this is the right one?" the girl asked as she slowly opened the book. Out of the pages came the infamous titular dog with foam coming out of its mouth! Becca screamed and yelled, "RUN!" She, Sheila, and the other animals ran away while the rabid St. Bernard chased them. Not far away, someone heard their cries for help. It was a jade green-colored fisher weasel with a tuft of mahogany-colored hair and green eyes; he also wore little reading glasses. The fisher saw what was going on and cried, "Oh my! Everyone hide here!" Becca heard the request, and she gathered her new animal friends to hide in a bookshelf among other books. When they were well hidden, though, they tumbled down a hill and landed on a pile of leaves!
"All right!" said Sci Fi, "Whoever called for us to hide here is gonna get a big red scar on his butt!"
"It was me!" said the voice of the fisher weasel. He came out from the pile of leaves.
"Are you yet another book who talks?" Becca asked as she looked at the fisher.
"Indeed I am," replied the fisher, "My name is Mystery, guardian of the Paths of Mystery! Now, I don't mean to be personal, but you, young lady, look exactly like Beth- er, someone I used to know."
"Is this game?" asked Becca with an annoyed look, "Are you guys trying to say that you think I am Bethylasia?"
"Not exactly, honey," said Fantasy, "But you do look a lot like her."
"But I'm not! My name is Becca Ridges, and I'm just an ordinary girl who's lost in this library! But this place doesn't look a library to me…"

Becca looked around and saw dark clouds, dead trees, and a graveyard in the distance. "I think this the Crypts of Horror," Said Sci Fi, "And speaking of which, Mystery, what are you doing here in the wrong section?"
Mystery replied, "Well, my section is not far away from this part of Libralia. It's just that shortly before I became a fisher, some dim-witted employee from the real world mishelved me! Anyway, we should probably start looking for some way out of this creepy place."
"I agree," said Becca, clutching Sheila tightly to her warm chest. The kitten let out a contented purr. So the newfound friends started to make their way toward the graveyard. Unknown to them, however, someone not far away was watching and listening to them.