The Bizarre Adventures of Doctor Who

Library of the Damned Pt. 2

Fleeing through the darkened library while the black wall behind grew, Theodore and Lila didn't stop running until they're hoisted through the end of the latest aisle they fled through where they're greeted to the sight of a large area with a counter taller than the two of them stacked.

Behind, the black wall closed them inside the new area, preventing them from leaving, and forced them to survey the new area.

Looking up, they see something laying over the counter, not moving, and Theodore welded his Sonic Screwdriver as he tempted to create a light for them to see. The darkness' thick that it wouldn't cut through it alone, so he improvised with Lila.

Not much for them to use in the area they're cordoned in, but they managed to makeshift some lanterns with sheets of unused paper laying around on the ground. With some ingenuity on Theodore's part, the papers held together and he used the Sonic Screwdriver to create a reaction, sending the paper lanterns upright, creating light inside from the reaction.

There's enough light for them to see a dead alien slumped over with at least six long arms draping over the side of the counter, its pale skin blackened and its mouth of sharp black spiny teeth gape. The large humanoid head slanted on the side, the eyes closed, but they were at least four quarter sized dots.

Lila remarked, "What alien's this one?"

Never seen one like this before, looked like something from "Pan's Labyrinth" without the eyes on the palms of its hands.

Studying the alien, Theodore's confused as she is, as he never seen or heard of an alien like this one before. The long arms, the elongated thin fiddle body, nothing sprang to mind as Theodore studied the corpse.

Judging the state of decay, Theodore thinks it died months ago, but due to the environment of the library, the body's decaying at a slower rate. It's preserved.

"What do you think killed it?" Lila continued as she looked at the corpse curiously, trying to understand what they're looking at.

Theodore looked at it closely, before concluding that there's no visible wounds on the body. Must've died from natural causes, but Theodore's not an ME, wouldn't know what to look for, if how.

"Whatever it is, it's tied to the library, the long arms, the narrow body, it must've shelved every book here," Theodore concluded.

Lila remarked that as she looked down to her feet to see the papers and pens, "I think it wrote every book!"

Trying to find books closest to them without going near the walled off areas, the two found that they're more biographies of random people, and Theodore found a pattern.

All the biographies written about humans, no aliens of any sort, and Theodore's able to prove it because he went through an entire shelf.

Only humans, no half-bloods like him and his siblings, no alien interaction, nothing.

"Why would an alien write about humans?" Lila asked Theodore why an alien took up the hobby of writing books about random humans it never encountered before. Doesn't make sense and more that Lila hadn't even heard anything about an alien doing something like it.

Chewing on his inner lip, Theodore replied that he doesn't know why it did, but it's done it for centuries, maybe longer, and must've written a biography of every human in existence.

"You think he wrote about your mom?" Lila wondered if it only wrote about humans, it wrote about Theodore's mother.

Crossing his arms as he ponders Lila's question, Theodore suspected it might've, and that raised questions on how such an alien's able to write biographies about humans extensively.