New Substitute Librarian arc starting Monday · 4:21am Jun 1st, 2020
Loonycon and Ponyfest were a lot of fun, but back to work. I have four chapters in The Substitute Librarian completed and will start posting them on Monday. Emerald is once again called back to librarysit when Twilight Sparkle is sent to Manehattan on Celestia’s orders, only this time, he is visited by three spirits… Oh, wait. Wrong story. I guess you’ll just have to read it, but I will put a snippet about one of his visits below the break. Next will be the Farmer Bruener chapter, which I’m almost done with also.
A chill evening breeze blew across Emerald’s fetlocks when he climbed down to get one of the last books that needed reshelving, leading him to glance at the library’s front door. He had been avoiding any looks in that direction for some time now, but now it was open just a crack and swinging wider every moment with a low, eerie creaking noise that raised the hair on the back of his mane.
For the longest time, Emerald tried to convince himself it was just a breeze.
Then the ebon darkness outside parted, and something began to drift into the library through the open doorway. It was a cloaked figure, with the edges of the tattered cloth glowing a faint blue and floating in a ghostly fashion. The library lighting devices flickered once and promptly died, leaving the apparition only visible in the darkness by its own eerie light as it glided forward, making a strange raspy groan with a noise like dry bones whenever it took a step.
It drew closer, crossing into the library’s main room and headed straight for Emerald, with nothing visible beneath the cloak’s shadowed hood but darkness and nothing to hear but his own panicked breathing.
“Cower, Brief Mortals,” came a voice dry as dust. “For I am Death, ‘gainst no lock will hold nor portal bar.”
If he's going to talk all in capitalizations, maybe something like this?
“Cower, Brief Mortals,” came a voice dry as dust. “For I am Death, ‘gainst no lock will hold nor portal bar.”
--Sweetie Belle
“Be that as it may, the library is STILL CLOSED!” Emerald sniped irritatedly without looking up from his griffon genealogical crochet. “If you’re just returning a book, use the night deposit slot outside the door.”
“But it’s overdue, and I’m here to pay the fine…”
Yeah! a new Farmer Bruener
He got his line right.
"Death Incarnate or not, you'll have to wipe your hooves on the mat or you'll track dirt in, and if Twilight finds out you're dirtying her library the both of us are in deep trouble" replied Emerald, his heart beating so hard and fast the ponies in the next county would surely hear him.
Death rose his head as if to reply, reconsidered, then turned and trundled back to the doorway gave all four hooves a good wipe.
Ah, nice; thanks. :)