Home improvement/ Lybrari Run

We redid my grandma's living room since I last posted. It took all of that time.
The first day we spent peeling the thousands of layers of wallpaper off her walls so we could paint because we couldn't just paint over. There were some interesting things under that wallpaper. Two of her walls are actually plaster.
The second day we mudded the walls for texture, and the third day we did this complicated painting technique that ended up looking a bit like terracota.
Today I get to stay home and not get dressed. Well, unless Evan calls and wants to do something for the Friday Ritual, but if he doesn't call I'm not gonna bother.
My cat is the spawn of satan. Ak's so cute and sweet up until the point he tries to gore you with his needle claws.
I should probably go do something productive, like the dishes or something, huh? I really have nothing else to say, but I don't want to get up. Oh! I know!

Lybrari Run
Hynric sat up quickly, hit his head on the low ceiling above him, and bounced back. He sat up more slowly this time.
The square watch on his wrist said three. He sighed.
He'd had the dream again. The one with the Lybrari and that skinny guy with the glasses.
He climbed out of his bed suspended from the ceiling, deciding to do something about it this time. His watchdragon Mr.Wobbly looked pleadingly at him as he walked past to his closet.
Hynric wrapped his sleeveless tunic around himself and tied it tight with his belt. The dragon had followed him.
He patted it on the head as he walked out to the stairs, grabbing the crowbar he hid behind the door on the way out. The dragon kept following, curling its slender body around his ankels.
Hynric tripped on Mr.Wobbly and fell down the stairs to the next landing. He flicked the dragon's tender nose and told it to go back to his room. It slunk up the stairs and closed the door behind it. Hynric stood up and shook his head. He walked out to to the street.
The white street was empty this time of night, even for the district he lived in. The white buildings on either side moved slightly in the cool night breeze. He walked toward the large imposing square building down the street a few blocks. The windows were dark, there was no guard dragon as on other buildings of it's stature, the doors were black wood with a large iron knocker in the middle of one.
Hynric reached the building in few minutes and reached for the ring of the knocker. The face the knocker was fashioned to resemble was twisted in a look of hate and malice, it snapped at him, nearly dropping the ring in its fangs.
Hynric pulled his hand back quickly and glared at it.
It glared back.
Hynric brandished the crowbar at it. The knocker gave him a defiant look. He hit it. It winced and froze. Hynric knocked on the forbidding black doors.
The echos faded and the door swung open soundlessly.
Hynric looked mildly surprised and peered inside. The thin shaft of moonlight he'd let in illuminated a few feet of black and white marbel tile just inside the door, beyond that was blackness.
He hefted the crowbar and stepped inside. The door slammed slammed shut behind him.
Hynric stood with his back pressed the closed door for a moment to let his eyes adjust to the weak moonlight that streamed through the dirty windows.
He saw a round desk in front of him piled high with books. A litte silver bell sat in a pool of moonlight at the front of the desk.
Hynric walked through the thick dust on the floor to the desk and tentatively tapped the button on top of the bell.
The clear bright sound rang through the echoing silence. Hynric listened for something, anythingn that suggested he'd get a reply. He knew he wouldn't. This was the Lybrari of the Dead. In the Lybrari the monstrosties that couldn't die, that lived half lives, that were dangers to society were kept entombed here with the quietly dying knowledge that was contained in the books that would never again be read.
He turned away and walked back to the door.
"Yes?" asked a voice behind him.
He whirled around with his crowbar at the ready.
"How may I help you?" asked a tall thin pale man behind the counter. His jacket was gray, with patches on the elbows and frays at the seams. The turtleneck he wore under it was a lighter gray. His eyes gleamed over the halfmoon specticals he wore near the end of his sharp nose. His hair was longish. It brushed the collar of his jacket and fell over one of his eyes.
"You . . ." Hynric murmured.
"Yes, me. I am the Lybrarian. Do you need anything or are you just browsing? Although, I warn you, browsing is discouraged due to the inhabitants. Unless, of course, you are dead."
"Dead?"
"Yes, boy. Are you of the among the living, or have you joined the ranks of the undead?"
"I--- I--- I'm alive."
"I though so, you still look like you'd have some blood in you, but at this rate you shan't for long. Now, what do you need?"
"I need a--- book."
"One would think that's why you'd come to the Lybrari. Could you be more specific, perhaps?"
"I don't know what book it is."
"What's it about? Hurry, you're attracting all kinds of unwanted attention with that heartbeat of yours."
"I don't know, just--- surprise me."
"Right." The man dissapeared.
He whirled around and pressed his back to the desk, his crowbar held high. He could've sworn he saw something move out of the corner of his eye. There was nothing but shadows.
Someone laughed and he felt a hand on his throat, then it was gone.
"Here you are," the Lybrarian said from behind him.
Hynric turned to him warily. "Was that you?" he asked.
"No. Take the book and go. Quickly. Good---" he looked at Hynric's watch, "Morning, sir."
Hynric walked away from the desk and the distance between the door and the desk seemed to stretch to infinity.
He forced himself to walk calmly, slowly to the door, but then he felt that touch on his neck and ran. He hit the black doors, but they wouldn't open. He pounded on them and shouted for help.
"Oh, dear," said the Lybrarian's voice from behind him. "Is it jammed again?"
Hynric stood up, embarrassed.
The Lybrarian fiddled with the knob for a moment, then gave the door a solid kick. It swung open easily.
"There you are," he said and gestured to the night outside and gave Hynric a toothy smile. The Lybrarian's fangs shone in the sliver moonlight
Hynric stuttered a thank you and left hastily.
He walked quickly down the street, book in one hand, crowbar in the other, back to his apartment.
Mr. Wobbly was waiting for him at the door. Hynric shook as he locked the door behind him.
He sat on the couch under his bed and looked at the book as Mr.Wobbly slithered up on the cusion next to him.
It was a book called The Fancy Feeding and Extordinary Care of Watchdragons.
Hynric looked at Mr. Wobbly.
Mr. Wobbly smiled up at him.

---"Dear sir, do you remember me? I'm the one that picked the apple tree."