Our scene begins in a large mansion type library, the likes in which you would see written into stories of castles, with large arched windows streaming in daylight so bright it blinds the windows white. Greenery of flowering tree vines cover the shelves yet aren’t seen keeping any books bound. The Victorian style couch holds a beau-
Oh Shi-!
I fell off the couch. With the books just, obviously, having been spilled off the table. And the couch. Onto the floor. All of them-
OH DAMMIT! THESE BOOKS SUCK! WHAT EVEN IS THIS? OVER COMPLICATIONS AT EVERY TURN! OR EVEN BETTER! SO DAMN SIMPLE YOU’D THINK IT WAS FOR CHILDREN! ‘Oh, look at me, Mr.high-and-mighty story about saving the world and defeating the demon lord!’ OH HOW FUN! HOW ORIGINAL! AS IF IT HASN’T BEEN DONE TEN THOUSAND TIMES! UGH! Can you believe this! Just- Give me a moment.
I’ve calmed down now.
As obviously seen, not only am I not as sarcastic and I no longer act like that, as I have obviously matured as I am telling this story and am admitting my faults. I’ve even cleaned up the books I spilled. Aren’t you proud of me Mr.Frog? I know it was only an hour ago, but really! I’ve become a much better person since then, I even found some books that I might actually like! Even if I can always know how they end. One of these seems good, even though it is overrun with heroes divined by gods and villains with sob stories and an over complicated magic system.
“Ribbit.”
You’re right, the Creator sucks at writing, you’d think they’d pick up a better hobby by now. But then again, I wouldn’t have this library without their stories. And-.
Wait a minute. Oh Mr.Frog, I’ve just had a terrible idea. Since the Creator sucks at writing, why don’t I just act as his editor? Better their stories for them?
“RIBBIT! RIBB-”
Oh, come on now Mr.Frog, don’t be like that! Would you rather see me rot away in this library? Or, would you rather, see me meddle around with the little minds of the mortals, hmm? Give them better character arcs and better foes to vanquish? I mean, I am Time itself, why wouldn’t I?
“RI-”
I knew you would understand Mr.Frog! So, you stay here, and I’ll go get the drafts. And if the little science team ends up exiting their room, distract them for me will you? And remember! No snitching on me!
“RIBBIT!!!”
Alrighty now! Off to the office to steal some documents! It’s like a spy thriller! All I have to do is avoid the Creator and the rest-
“And what are you doing out of your library?”
Death.
“Is it a crime for me to stretch my legs every once in a while?”
“For you, it might just be.”
HOW DARE- no. No. I'll be as civil as I need to be here. Just enough to get him to leave me alone without questioning my actions. Regardless of how infuriating everyone seems to be in this damned place.
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“So, what are you doing walking in the halls, hm? Another one of your little plans?”
“And? What if it is?”
Don’t roll your eyes at me mister! So what if I’m planning something, huh? What are you gonna do? Nothing like always? Just waiting for people to come to you, so you can play your part as the one who ‘fixes’ everything?
“Listen, I know Sam-”
“OH DON’T EVEN START THERE! IT HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH-”
“LISTEN TO ME DAMMIT! I know you two got into an argument, but pulling another one of your little pranks won’t do anyone any good.”
So what if we got into a fight? I’m not even thinking of that assho- Wait a moment. This could actually work in my favor.
“What, so you think just because I’m not in my library, it means I have some kind of nefarious plan? ” He’s right, but how dare he assume. “You think I’m off to go and ruin the waterboys' plans of upheaval and rains of fury?”
“Alright, fine, I’ll bite, so what are you doing then? Taking your frog for a walk?”
Smug bastard.
“Well if you had a working pair of eyes you’d see that he isn’t with me.”
“You say that like any of us can deteriorate.”
“So what? You look deteriorated. When are you gonna get a haircut? Your hair is longer than mine and twice as ratty.”
“Oh f-, you know what, do whatever you want. I don’t care, just don’t go and blow something up again, will you.”
YES!
“Yeah, yeah, whatever. I won’t do anything that will defy the laws of physics.”
“None of us even obey the laws of phys- don’t just walk away from me! DON’T DO ANYTHING STUPID, YOU HEAR ME?”
Hah, hah! I Win! Now all I have to do is make it down the hallway and here we are! The Creators office! Just quietly open the door. Cross the carpet. Eye the desk. Find a draft. Or two. And. Snatch!
Easy peasy! Back to Mr.Frog now!
Good, the door on the second floor is still closed.
HELLO MR.FROG, I’M BACK!!!
“RIBBIT!”
I know! How easy was that? Just one bump in and I got four drafts to pick from!
“RIBBI-”
You know, I really don’t understand why you are so against this? It’s just a bit of harmless fun! And besides, I got four drafts! Wanna see? We have a gritty neon-noir with the femme-fatale saving the day, the overrun trope with the main team and found family trope, this other fantasy likely being a tragic comedy, and the classic rags to riches for a simple maid becoming queen through means in which should destroy her entire monarchy! Fun, aren’t they?
“Ribbit.”
What? What’s wrong with my picks? I didn’t exactly want to stay there that long! What if I got caught? By the Creator?
“Ribbit.”
Oh, you don’t mean that. Anyways. Choose one! We don’t exactly have forever to wait. One of those science nerds might come out of their room and realize what’s happening. And I don’t want to waste away in this library for any longer. I want adventure! So! Which one do you like?
“Ribbit…”