8th September 2017

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This is a serial, first part HERE


I must again apologize for not having myself together. Sorry.

Chapter 47: The most spooky thing is inside one’s self

-What are we looking for in this place anyway Director?-

-Objects with trans-dimensional laws. The coffin can distil them to repair the shielding-

-Did anyone else understand what he said?-

-Not a word-

-I don’t speak spooky-

-Aren’t dimensions like measurements or whatever-

They continued through the lab as Doctor Bones explained the reality of dimensions to the rocks.

The lab itself was stark and utilitarian. There was a brutality to the rooms and corridors cut into the ice. Many of the rooms were little more than stark cells. Those that weren’t? It was hard to believe they weren’t torture chambers. Some had ceilings filled with dangling blades, hooks, injectors and other things that clearly had no reasonable medical application.

Curiously unlike the other two labs that Doctor Bones had seen, this was quite well preserved. Nothing was broken or smashed. Whatever was damaged was so due to age. Though it had to be said, that ‘dead’ was how one would sum up what they saw.

There was not a scrap of magical power left in anything, let alone laws that could pass through multiple dimensions. Doctor Bones touched a wicked looking serrated saw. It collapsed into ash.

“The colour has gone from this place”

In general whatever dimension you are in, an absence of colour isn’t the best of signs.

-Did anyone hear that?- a rock said.

-Hear what?-


-Don’t be silly there’s nothin…-

A sorrowful chorus of wails came from depths of the lab.

-If Latent Corpentsis turned from a doomed path, why is there still something here?- Doctor Bones muttered.

“We’re going right towards the spooky wailing aren’t we” Miss Fern said nervously.

-That’s a terrible idea!-

-Spooky wailing is bad news-

There was rattling against bars. It echoed out past Doctor Bones and his misfit assistants.

Step by step, with rocks rolling alongside, they came closer to the source of the wailing.

A spooky light cast from a spooky door, from which spooky rattling and wailing came, spookily.

-Something horrible is going to come out as soon as we open that door, mark my words!-

-We could always go somewhere else and look for trans-measurements elsewhere-

-This is so spooky I’m going to grow a spine just to have shivers run down it-

Miss Fern looked at Doctor Bones.

“I really was getting a bit scared, but with the rocks acting like that, I’m somehow not worried. Uh, you first though Doctor”

Currently what Doctor Bones feared most was the mysteries of his memories so he gamely opened the door. As it turned out, nothing horrible leapt out. Miss Fern looked a bit confused at looking inside the room. The rocks on the other hand, being natives to Elcon, just totally relaxed. They weren’t even shaking in fear anymore.

-I was worried for a while there, but its just a bunch of ghosties- a rock scoffed.

This is a serial, first part HERE

Chapter 46: Rerejection of Self

-See, right spooky, ain’t it director?!-


Unsurprisingly the sight of the ominous sigil had bestirred something within Doctor Bones’ head. Yet what came was not a memory. Not an echo of a time long past of a life long past, possibly his own. What came was but one thing only.

What came was pain.

The senses of an undead are not totally unlike a leper, though even a skeleton will have a slight bit more touch than unfortunate being such as those. The kinds of leprosy that rob one of touch in many dimension also affect the spirit. An undead skeleton has much flesh of spirit upon its bones.

What came was pain that made Doctor Bones acutely aware of this spirit flesh.

The wave of pain travelled through his body, bringing him to his knees, it focused on his skull, as if it was trying to drill through and release something. His horn began to shine with a blinding light as Miss Fern and the rocks panicked around him.

Then came memory, like jagged daggers in his mind.

He could not see them. He would not see them. They were there, but his very being was rejecting them. Denying them. He knew that within them were monstrous deeds. He refused.

He refused.

Not like that. He was not like that. It was not him.

…but it was.

There were no screams. All willingly. All willing to be tortured for the cause. Unbearable. Detestable. A betrayal of life, death. How could they smile while that was done. How could he?

Madness threatened to consume Doctor Bones, and he felt like his very being was going to split in two again.

Abruptly, it stopped.

His horn, normally like emerald, normally glowing such a hue, was instead as if it was made from flame. A phoenix-like cry sounded out from the seal in his mind, and then a voice spoke. The words could not be heard, but the intent and meaning were clear.

<Enough, it is not the whole, it will not be allowed to consume the whole>

The memories he could not accept were burned in fire. In there place, was a story of sorrowful flame.

Once there was a great doctor, as many did, this doctor despaired. Yet he was not alone in despair and many followed him. They became consumed by desperation. Such was the weight of their burden. So, they strayed from the righteous path and betrayed everything they were supposed to be. Even then they did not gain the results they desired. Rather they added to the wounds of all dimensions.

What hunted the doctor would have found them and laughed.

Do not despair, for when all should have been lost, there was a Miracle.

A life they wished to cut apart in futile search for solutions, they instead saved.

In turn, that life pushed them from their doomed path.

Life begat life, and so from death came life.

Doctor Bones did not understand. Sure enough, the living produce more of their own, but all are claimed in time by death. Not even the greatest of doctors could keep someone from death forever. Doctor Bones claimed that Miracle was people living when they should have died. The edge of life and death.

Though his current form was called undead, in truth it was not life from death. It was merely incomplete death.

All undead are just those who are closer to death than others. No person truly rises from the dead.

No such Miracle existed.

What utterly plunged the doctors of Latent Corpentsis into despair, what broke their will? What healed them. Doctor Bones did not know, but he was now certain, that at one point, Latent Corpentsis became a twisted mockery.

He was not so sure that such a time was the end of Latent Corpentsis.

“Well, at least you didn’t fall down this time. The screaming was very scary though”

-I never want to hear a skeleton scream ever again-

-I will dedicate my life to making skeletons happy-

-This whole business is way too spooky for me guys-

-I don’t know about the rest of you, but I’m super scared right now-

A grin was Doctor Bones’ default expression, but hearing Miss Fern and the rocks, his skull’s smile matched his heart.

-Sorry for subjecting you all to that, but yes, this place is bad news. So we’ll get what the coffin needs if the stuff is there and then we’ll destroy the place completely.- he said.

-The worst thing about not having earholes is being unable to cover them-

-Don’t worry about it Director-

-Hurrah for destruction!-

-As long as you can’t eat rocks, I’ll be fine-

“Just glad, you are fine Doctor”

The rocks had successfully landed the coffin while Doctor Bones was having his episode. As everyone left Miss Fern crept up to Doctor Bones.

“You are fine aren’t you? That was very bad this time. The other times weren’t anything like that” Miss Fern worried.

-Whoever made me what I am now, if it was myself or someone else… they didn’t want me to crumble and fall. I’ll be fine. The memories were just a bit more grim, like what I purged from you-

“W-well, as long as you’re fine. I don’t want to be alone again”

Doctor Bones, Miss Fern and the rocks went into the depths of the dire laboratory, what would they find within?