The Mysteries of the Q Files #2: Screens are Cursed Windows

Chapter Eight - The Blabbermouth

Trick and the Sphinx approached the mailbox warily. The mailman danced for a little bit between watching them and continue his route. Students began pouring out of the nearby BYU campus, and he finally decided to continue on. Trick heard him mutter something like, "They'll kill me if they don't hear back from their elders."

He had no idea what that meant, and he wasn't even sure why he should bother with this mailbox. Clearly, Conturbatio was trying to distract him. The Sphinx felt up the mailbox and knocked on it a few times. Nothing happened. He opened up the mailbox and spoke into it.

"Hello, are you still there? What do you need to talk to us about?"

Trick then remembered something. He had just seen a really weird Gravity Falls, and there was a short he had come across on YouTube one boring day. There had been a magical mailbox in that show! The paper and the wax seal now all came back to him and made sense.

"Um, Conturbatio, I am very certain that we need to write something and put it into the mailbox," he said.

"I have to admit, that sounds like it would make the most sense," the Sphinx said in a low voice. He pulled out a pen and small piece of paper, and grimaced. "I fear that I am also a victim to the modern age where I too do not carry the paper and pens that I should. It was always better for taking notes, but we now all rely on smartphones and tablets. When will the grid and tech fail? Are we ready? The Mormons are getting it right be preparing for all eventualities. They are the counter to the Illuminati."

"What question are you going to ask," Trick prompted.

"I am posing a salient question, 'Who are you?'"

Conturbatio wrote the question down and threw it into the mailbox. Sure enough, it started quaking and the flag went up, before the box stood still. Conturbatio immediately snatched open the lid and drew out the sealed response.

"I'm going to have to collect and analyze these," Conturbatio grinned.

Trick looked over his arm and read, I am an interdimensional being, who sees all things throughout the Realms and Reality. I collect all knowledge and wait to impart it on those who seek it. My name is my own, but one enemy of mine once called me a "blabbermouth." It is a fitting insult, and so I will own it.

"That is a very cramped response," Trick remarked.

"But if he claims to be close to all knowing, I must test this," the Sphinx said with eyes alight. He tore of a piece off a receipt, and wrote something down. "Where is Bigfoot?"

"Really!?" Trick threw up his hands and walked off.

The mailbox quickly shook and answered, Bigfoot is a hoax, but the monsters that resemble him are all over the world.

"I was not expecting that," the Sphinx said with raised eyebrows. "Oh, I've got another! What case is in my third drawer, File #2B? Aaaand, what is the truth?"

The case is the mystery of American demogorge, to which the answer is that it is long dead cult that used each other's fingerprints and faces as clues when they killed. They killed their thirteen victims and then performed a ritual sacrifice on a boat off of Nigeria. Their bodies were never found due to pirates. They wanted to become a chimera-like monster, but in the end all of that death was in vain.

The Sphinx looked shocked and mumbled, "It is all-knowing... This is really happening. What should I ask?"

"Ask how we're going t get Naomi out of that video game," Trick blurted angrily.

"Oh yes, right!"

The answer was quick in the coming: There will be a portal that opens up when the Twilight Realm is revealed. She must go through the portal that reads Origin in Hylian. There was even a copy of what the word looked like in odd glyphs. Before Trick could dash off, Conturbatio caught his arm.