”You have to help me,” he says frantically. “He’s trying to banish me back to the typo dimension and I’m not going back there, not after I’ve seen here!”
Ishmael shows up seconds later, out of breath and sporting a fresh cut on his cheek. He scowls at Ishamel and looks at you suspiciously. “Whatever he told you, don’t listen to him.” he warns. “He stole that while I was throwing cantaloupes— you know, that’s not important, the point is he has my book and now he’s probably going to summon, like, 80 demons.”
”Nonsense. You offend me with your distrust!” Ishamel huffed, backing out of Ishmael’s hitting range and flipping open the book. “Besides,” he continued, “This book is surface level, there’s nothing worth summoning— wait a minute.“ his fearful demeanor dropped, replaced by a giddy energy. He flips the inside of the book to face you. There’s no page showing, but on the inside cover you can clearly see the words, written in a script that’s borderline hieroglyphic.
”’This book belongs to Ishmeal!’” crows Ishamel. “That’s a misspelling. And you know what that means. It’s under my domain.” He said, grinning like a kid in a candy store.
Ishmael pales and lunges towards the book, but Ishamel dodges nimbly out of the way, making him crash to the ground. Ishamel plants his foot on his back, effectively holding him in place. He hisses in victory and puts his palm on the book, making a pulling motion and muttering something under his breath.
A bright light flashes and an elven looking creature appears beside him, looking extremely confused. His skin is almost as white as the pages in the book, and his grey-green hair looks strangely like bird feathers. He gets up and brushes off his black shirt and grey pants, then looks around, blinking slowly, lizardlike. As he makes eye contact with you, you see that his the entirety of his eyes are a vibrant orange, except for a catlike pupil.
Ishamel grins and steps off of Ishmael, throwing the book at his chest. “You can’t use it for a long time, it’s got a cool down time of at least a month.” He claps a hand on Ishmeal’s shoulder with a satisfied grin. “Well newcomer, whatddya think? Much better than being stuck in a book, huh?”
The newest arrival just stares blankly, causing Ishamel to snap his fingers in his face. You see a flicker of understanding dawn on him and he produces a notepad and paper from literally nothing. “You can’t speak because books don’t talk. You can write though, right?”
Ishmeal scribbles on the paper and turns it around, showing the word Hello! ^W^ in neat, even scrawl.
Ishmael gets up and glares at the two. “What did I say?” he asks you. “I told you he’d start summoning things. At least this Ishmeal looks pretty harmless.”
Lool happy Halloween, Ishamel needed a buddy, so I present to you this wonderful little kiddo. Ishmeal types/writes like this and he likes PopTarts, blankets, and sitting in cardboard boxes.
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August 2017 — March 2019
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When it’s time for you to venture out, don’t let fear have you looking back at what you’re leaving behind.