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A very long time ago…

A gloved hand lays down a playing card on top of another, flipping over the one that was beneath. The owner of the hand swears silently, and moves on to the next pile. For whatever reason, they never could seem to get a hang of playing cards. It was especially frustrating that they had no one to play them with.

There was a quiet flick, and the lights in the room turned on. They turned their head, and saw a young boy standing in the doorway of the basement, holding a pillow by his feet.

"Ah, Master Logaire. You're awake." they said.

"G'morning Kaiber. What are you doing up so early?" asked the boy, tilting his head.

"We Figments do not need sleep, Master Logaire." responded the voice, which you know now to be named Kaiber.

"Right. What are you doing down there?"

"Playing cards. Um, with myself, sir. I believe it was called—"

"Whatever. I don't really care." yawned the boy. "Father says you're supposed to help me get ready in the mornings. What time is it?"

"Oh, I don't know. Let me see—" said Kaiber, pulling out a pocketwatch. "According to this doodad here, it seems to be five in the morning. You've still got a good hour or two before school, Master Logaire."

"That's good. No wonder I am still feeling rather sleepy. By the way, you don't need to call me 'Master Logaire' so much." said the boy.

"Yes. Um, sorry. If I may ask, what's got you up so early?" asked Kaiber.

"Had a nightmare. The usual one. Don't worry about it, Kaiber." the boy said, scratching at his shoulder. "I'm off to bed now. You have fun doing whatever this is."

Kaiber nodded. "Alright. Sleep tight, Godfried."

The light flicked off, and the door to the basement closed with a thud.

Kaiber quietly returned to their game of solitaire.

Godfried Logaire was the son of a man known as Leon Logaire, an up-and-coming entrepreneur in The Library. He believed that he knew the most efficient means of running the place and keeping everyone safe and happy, and in latter years, as the population of The Library continued to increase in staggering amounts, the Logaire family began to see the Figments that plague their world as mere tools rather than people.

Things that were not necessary to have around, but would vastly improve the quality of life of whoever owned and used them, and which could be disposed of easily were they ever to be broken.

Astonishingly, this view was not uncommon in The Library at the time. People believed that treating Figments as just the same as them was doing nothing more than escalating the problem. Their world was tiny, and how could they ever hope to fit everyone on it if new people continued to spawn from nothing?

The answer Leon Logaire had come up with was using the Figments to expand The Library itself, making the tiny world bigger and more spacious for the Figments that the masses would nonetheless write into existence. But getting the move passed by The Council of Librarians was another story entirely.

Most of the members of The Council despised the Logaires and their twisted view of Figments. Especially Harwin, the Head Architect, wanted nothing to do with Leon Logaire nor any of his next of kin. Though they did agree that The Library needed expansion, they were vehemently against the idea of using Figments as nothing more than tools and laborers.

But the Logaires had an ace up their sleeve.

Some years before Godfried's birth, Leon Logaire met Godfried's mother at a park.

She was a kind and beautiful woman, with blue hair that fell in waves around her shoulders. Her skin was devoid of any blemishes, and her eyes were a beautiful shade of green that Leon felt he could get lost in. He had found her when he was out on his morning walk, and noticed the strange sight of a woman sitting on a park bench and doing nothing much.

The Library had been in turmoil the past couple of years, trying to solve their quickly growing problems, and so it was quite unusual to find someone with nothing to do, no work to be done. The only people you could find doing so were either homeless, or very high-class indeed. Leon's superficial judgement had decided that this woman must be high-class, for no homeless person could possess such beauty.

Immediately, he had found himself walking towards her, and sat next to her on the bench. She didn't seem to notice him arrive at all, and sat there with her hands resting on her chin, and staring out at the lone tree in this park.

Leon coughed.

The woman jumped, and turned to him, her hand on her heart. "Oh, dear. Don't scare me like that, sir." she said, with a voice like fine silk.

"I do apologize, my lady." said Leon. "I happened to see you sitting out in this park all by yourself, and thought you might like a little company."

She laughed. "Oh, no. I'm fine by myself, really. Thank you for your kindness, though."

"No no, I insist. What's got you troubled so?" asked Leon.

She rubbed her chin and seemed to think about it for a moment. "Nothing much, really. It's just that, well, doesn't everyone have a lot on their minds lately?"

Leon laughed. "Yes, I suppose that is true. The Library's in quite the pickle. That's why I was wondering why you're out here sitting and thinking about it. Not to be rude or anything, but people are out there working. I've heard talk that The Council's planning on banning loitering altogether!" he jested.

She giggled at that. "Well, even if that were to happen, I'm sure it would have no effect on me." she said.

Leon's eyebrows raised. "Whatever do you mean?" he asked. "The Council's word is law. Applies to everyone. There are only a few exceptions."

"Well, call me an exception, then." she said. "Probably the biggest one there is."

His curiosity piqued, Leon pressed further. "The biggest exception there is? Don't tell me you're—"

She laughed, and said "Oh, I probably shouldn't be telling you this, but I've already run my mouth anyways. You see, sir, my father is the Head Librarian."

Leon was gobsmacked. He had been talking to the Head Librarian's daughter this whole time? He thanked whatever divine forces may exist beyond The Library for allowing him the self-control not to do anything rash before having that doozy of a secret revealed to him.

He coughed again. "Wow, uh. That's something, alright." he said. "You're really the Head Librarian's daughter? Like, the Head Librarian?"

"Yes. Glaedwin himself. Hardly know the guy, really. He's always too busy running this place to pay any attention to his poor family." she mused.

"Well, that's a shame." said Leon. "You know, come to think of it, you probably do have quite a lot of right to just sit here in this park and think about things. I mean, I certainly haven't got any problems as major as being the Head Librarian's neglected offspring." He rubbed his shoulder.

"Sorry if that was going too far. But hey, with such a high position in life, don't you think you could be using it to do something?" he asked.

"Something like what?" she asked.

"Well, you know. The Library's got this problem with the population and all, and believe it or not but… I'm a bit of an aspiring entrepreneur, if you ask me." continued Leon.

"Well, are you?" she asked.


"An aspiring entrepreneur. You told me to ask you if you were."

Leon laughed again. "Ah, you got me there. Yes, I am quite the entrepreneur. And you seem like a fine lass for the job I've got in store. I'm sure you've got all kinds of imagination swirling about in that troubled head of yours, don't you?" he jested.

"Why, yes, I do think I do. I've been having trouble getting any of it in order, but I have certainly had a lot of thoughts brewing up in this ol' head of mine." she said. "Why do you ask?"

Leon clasped his hands together, and mentally tried to turn his charm up to max. "Well, you see, young lady, I have a business prospect for you. How would you like to learn how to write Figments and help expand this poor little Library of ours to its true glory?"

She pondered this for a bit. "How do you propose to do that?" she asked.

"We're going to use Figments to help aid us in the physical expansion of The Library." he said.

"That sounds like something that would need Council permission," she said.

"Yes, it would, it would. And I have asked for it, and the Head Architect unfortunately rejected my idea. But!" he said, clapping his hands together as a smile grew on his face.

"But…?" said the woman, tilting her head.

"You're the Head Librarian's daughter. If you can get him to listen, then we can take care of the problem ourselves, no permission from the Architect needed!" said Leon. "Doesn't that sound like a marvelous idea? Think about it. Don't you want to help save the people of The Library from an overpopulation problem?"

"It'll take some doing… but, I think I'm on board." said the woman, after a long pause. "I haven't had anything to do for the past who knows how long, so it'll at least be exciting having some obligations for once."

"Great! Glad to have you aboard." said Leon. "Oh! I can't believe I've forgotten about this, where are my manners? My name is Leon Logaire. What might yours be, my fine lady?"

"Gladys. Gladys Baldarich." she said.

Leon was slightly taken aback. "Gladys? Really?"


"Your old man mustn't have much imagination, does he?"

"It was my mother's idea." said Gladys.

The next few years passed quickly. Leon and Gladys worked together to get the Head Librarian to listen to Leon's plea, and after receiving approval began to gather a team of helpful citizens who wished to aid in the expansion of The Library. They even managed to get a few Muses along for the ride.

Through their working together, Leon and Gladys began to get closer, and found themselves becoming distracted while on the job. Leon cursed this lack of efficiency, but his emotions actively conspired against him. One thing led to another, and a beautiful baby boy was born, whom they named Godfried.

However, they soon realized that they had rushed into things, and they had not the time nor the money to take care of a child while at the same time working on such a major project. With reluctance, Gladys was able to write another Figment into existence, and assigned them to take care of Godfried for a large portion of his life, whilst mommy and daddy were off working.

At first, Godfried had been afraid of the Figment, and the Figment, not having yet gotten its bearings on reality and the concepts of personality, was little help. After one scare too many, the two of them began to get used to each other, and they mellowed out shortly thereafter. The Figment had been named Kaiber, at the request of Godfried himself, and was to be his personal caretaker and servant.

This was the reality that Kaiber had learned to live with.

Being the personal servant of a rich boy wasn't such a bad life, admittedly, but it was rather boring. There was no one else around that Kaiber could call an equal, and they were not allowed out of the house for any reason but to accompany Godfried wherever he would like to go. Leon and Gladys had not given Kaiber very clear instructions in that regard, and thus they lacked the ability to judge which places a child should not be and had accidentally exposed Godfried to things he should have seen a few years later, or never at all.

Godfried was not rude to Kaiber, but he was not necessarily nice either. Kaiber could tell that something troubled the boy, and it was hard to blame him, knowing that his parents were always off working. They never did receive any news of their work, and thus Kaiber had no estimate of when they would be back and reenter their son's life.

It was a rather peculiar situation, that Kaiber did not like very much. But what else was there to do?

"Kaiber!" called Godfried, from the door of the basement.

Kaiber flinched, and dropped a card, knocking over the card house they had been working so carefully on. "Ah, damn." they muttered, then quickly covered their mouth.

"Kaiber." said Godfried, again.

Kaiber turned. "Yes, Master L— Godfried?"

"It's morning now, Kaiber. I set my alarm this time."

Kaiber pulled out their pocketwatch. Indeed, it was now six in the morning. "Heavens. How the time flies." they said.

"Yes, yes, that's all very well. Come on, Kaiber, we need to get ready!" said Godfried.

Kaiber stood up, and dusted off their pants at the knees. They looked forlornly at the toppled pile of cards laying on the ground.

"Oh, you needn't worry about those, Kaiber. They'll still be there when we get home."

"Yes, I know. But I had been working rather hard on that card house." said Kaiber.

"A card house? I thought you were playing solitaire."

"I was. But then I got bored of it."

"Ah. I see. Anyways, no time to worry about some cards. If we don't hurry, I'll be late for school!"

"Quite right. Off we go, young master." said Kaiber, leading Godfried out of the basement.

They walked down the hall and into the bathroom, where Kaiber washed and combed Godfried's hair whilst Godfried brushed his own teeth.

They then walked to Godfried's room, where Kaiber helped Godfried get dressed. They never could understand why the boy couldn't put on his own clothes, but it wasn't too much work to do it for him.

Then, after that, Godfried sat down at the kitchen table, and Kaiber busied themselves in the kitchen.

While looking through the cupboards and the coldbox for ingredients and spices, Kaiber began to attempt to make small talk with their charge. It had rarely worked before, but it was nice when it did, and sometimes it was nice just to talk to the open air.

"So, how did you sleep last night?"

"Poorly. You already know I woke up two hours early all cause of a nightmare." said Godfried.

"A nightmare, you say? What kind of nightmare?"

"The same one as always."

"The one where you're living trapped in a shoebox and only have a slice of bread to eat?" asked Kaiber, cracking some eggs into a bowl and whisking them.

"No, no. The other one."

"The one where The Library falls into the sky and you never see your mother or father again?" asked Kaiber, dumping some spices into the mixture. They didn't really know much about cooking, but Godfried never complained.

"Yes, that one. It's rather scary."

"I suppose it would be." said Kaiber, frying the eggs up in a pan.

There was silence for a bit after that. Kaiber finished the eggs, toasted up some bread, and prepared some bacon, and dutifully presented it all on a dish for Godfried. "Your breakfast, Master— um, Master Godfried."

"An improvement. But you really needn't say the 'Master' part." said Godfried, chowing down on his meal.

"Right. Sorry. It's just so difficult to break out of the habit." said Kaiber.

Kaiber sat at the table and watched as Godfried ate.

After a few seconds, Godfried finished swallowing down his food, and asked a question he had been ruminating on for a while.



"Do you think I'll ever see mother and father again?" he asked.

Kaiber pondered this. "Well, hopefully you will soon. After all, they can't be out there working forever. They've got to take a break sometime, and surely they haven't forgotten about you. I heard from our neighbors that when you were much younger they wouldn't stop talking about you."


"Yes. They would say all kinds of things about you, telling everyone to admire how beautiful you were and telling everyone about their plans for you in life. They said you would go on to do great things, and that's why they set you up in the Muses' district." said Kaiber.

"Wow. They really think that highly of me?" said Godfried.

"Yes, they do, Master Godfried. I'm sure your parents will be back for you soon enough. Anyways, it's about time for us to leave, is it not?"

Godfried checked the clock. "Oh dear, you're right. Come on, Kaiber! It's my first day of school this year! I'm so excited to see all my friends from last year, who knows what kinds of Figments they've written up over the summer?"

"I suppose you'll just have to find out when we get there. Let's go, Master Godfried."

The next few years were a blur to Kaiber.

One moment, Godfried had been a cheery young boy, who seemed — despite his lack of manners — to genuinely care for Figments. The next moment, he was a dapper young man with eye bags tracing their way all the way down his cheeks and with contempt for all Figments, Kaiber included, strong enough to make anyone shrink under his gaze.

Kaiber had no idea what happened to Godfried to bring on this transformation. All they knew was that at some point during their sixth year of teaching at the Muses' elementary school, he had suddenly seemed less talkative and wouldn't tell Kaiber anything about his day that was not necessary to know. With this change in attitude, came a change in behavior towards Kaiber themselves.

Though Kaiber never stopped caring for Godfried, he seemed to hate them more with each passing day, and would scoff at any possibility of his mother and father ever returning for him. At one point, he had even said he hoped they fell off The Library, just so that he would never have to see them again.

The teaching of a Muse had somehow thoroughly jaded the once cheerful Master Godfried, and Kaiber knew not what to do about it. They simply endured the abuse, and continued to care for Godfried as much as he would allow them to.

One day, in his first year at the Muses' college, Godfried brought home a girl. Kaiber had not been instructed what to do in this situation, but had overheard from the neighbors that they would have to be careful if Godfried ever brought anyone home. They had to be tested to ensure they were worthy of Master Godfried's affections, and if they were not, they would be thrown out of the house quicker than they could blink.

Kaiber attempted to test the girl that Godfried had brought home, but was immediately shot down.

"Ah, Master Godfried. You're home. And who's this girl you've got with you?" they asked.

"It's none of your damned business, Kaiber. Get on with yourself." said Godfried.

Kaiber felt something twang in their heart. "None of my business, Master Godfried? I am your caretaker, everything ought to be my business."

"You're nothing but a Figment, Kaiber. I don't need you to tell me what to do anymore. I'm a damned adult, you know."

"Well, fine then!" exclaimed Kaiber, throwing down a towel that they had been using to dry a dish. "I'll leave you two alone to your irresponsible selves. If you need me, I'll be in the basement."

"Whatever, Kaiber. Enjoy yourself." said Godfried, and led the girl away to his room.

Kaiber sulked their way down to the basement, and began to continue work on their card house. One day, they would get it right.

Just as Master Leon and his mistress, Gladys, had done, Godfried and the girl began to grow closer, as they worked together to survive their education through the Muses' college. The girl was named Noemi, and seemed to treat Kaiber with a sort of condescension that they had received before only from Master Leon himself.

Noemi seemed to think Kaiber was nothing more than a decoration, something that couldn't quite be called a person, something that wasn't really necessary, but was nice to look at and could be quite useful. Hell, maybe she even thought of them as a pet! How disgusting that would be.

Just as Leon and Gladys had done, Godfried and Noemi soon found one thing leading to another, and they gave birth to a beautiful baby girl. They never told Kaiber her name, and they didn't really care anyways.

Noemi seemed to encourage Godfried's growing animosity towards Kaiber, and as Godfried's animosity grew, so too did their own. Stories like this were not unheard of at the time, but Kaiber had hoped that nothing like this would ever befall them. And yet it had. They supposed it was inevitable, but nevertheless they couldn't accept it, and began to fight back.

When Godfried commanded Kaiber to do what he wished, treating them like a child that would listen to his whimsies lest they risk being beaten, Kaiber often obeyed. But sometimes, Kaiber would defy Master Godfried, in subtle ways. They would put salt in his tea, causing him to spit it up and demanding them to tell him why they had ruined his favorite tea. They would serve him meat that was slightly past its expiration date, and endure his verbal berating as he fell sick.

And every time, Kaiber could do nothing more than shrug and say "It must have been bad luck, sir. I'll try to make sure it doesn't happen again."

When Godfried and Noemi were not around, Kaiber began to take it upon themselves to leave the house on their own discretion, visiting the market or sightseeing in the Muses' district to their content. If anyone who knew Master Godfried saw them, Kaiber simply lied and said they were out on errands. As they got out and about more, they started to hear a title that seemed unusual to them.

A group by the name of "The Critics" seemed to be the talk of the whole neighborhood, and through careful questioning Kaiber was able to ascertain that these elusive Critics were none other than Godfried and his fiancee, Noemi. Apparently, the two of them had taken it upon themselves to criticize and lay judgement upon every other Muse in the district and their Figments. A growing problem began to arise, as Muses more and more began to think of their Figments as sub-human, and Figments more and more began to think of their Muses as their Masters.

Through all of this, the population of The Library continued to increase, and The Library itself couldn't seem to keep up. Leon and Gladys were certainly doing good work out there, as The Library did continue to expand, but it simply could not keep up the pace of the growth of the Figment's population.

Finally, the inevitable day came. Kaiber had seen it coming from a mile away, as the tensions in The Library continued to rise, but they had hoped that it wouldn't come to pass. The Council of Librarians banned all writing of Figments, and everything ground to a halt. Godfried came home that day enraged, yelling at Kaiber as if he somehow thought it was their doing.

The Muses were now defunct, and all of their schools began to close. The Head Supervisor himself issued a statement to the whole Muses' district, telling everyone who lived there that they were allowed to continue living there but must be aware of the danger of doing so. Kaiber became aware that the Muses' district was under attack, and that people in the outside world were revolting.

Figments were transforming into monstrosities and fighting back against their creators.

The more they thought about this, the less a bad idea it seemed.

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