“Master
betrayed us. Wicked. Tricksy, False. We ought to wring his filthy
little neck. Kill him!”
Brutus and Cassius, Julius Caesar by William Shakespeare*
#quote
Due to me having to fend off a horde of psychic baboons adept at
playing rugby that attacked my home I didn't have enough time to
finish a story for y'all. So I'll be doing a repost from way back
when in the archives. Anyway onto the
flash fiction!
Insanity in a
Bottle
Tom embodied
the simple wizard. The kind of wizard that didn't pay attention when
he sorted together his spell components and constantly had accidents.
His simple nature could be blamed on his youth. He still spent his
days in wizarding school doing homework and all that.
The boys worst
mistake came when he cheated on an assignment. Normally the
consequences for cheated resulted in a simple F and a long lecture
from a teacher and parents at his age. However the way he cheated was
by directly stealing the potion he needed to make from one of the
wizarding professors labs. He sampled it to make sure it was the
right one. He thought he was taking samples from the potions meant to
change the pitch of your voice. But while sneaking around the simple
wizard had turned himself around and taken a potion from the curses
section without even realizing where he was. And the curse he had
taken was one of the most incredibly nasty insanity curses out there.
The fact the professor had left it outside of a safe showed his
negligence.
From the
insanity curse his logic became inverted, destroyed or mangled or
possibly a combination thereof. Originally the logical thing to do to
test something is to just take a sample. But when insane Tom thought
to test something he needed to drink the entire insanity potion. It
worsened his condition before it even had fully settled in. Before he
thought when sneaking around the logical thing to do was to be quiet
and discreet. Now he screamed random words loudly and started
tackling the walls.
The commotion
quickly summoned teachers to the room and it didn't take them long to
piece together what had happened. Tom's old logic would have told him
that the teachers were there to help him, his new logic told him they
were new. The boy quickly cast some basic attacking spells. The
wizards had plenty of artifacts they regularly wore to protect them
from any spells a wizard as weak as the boy could use so the boy soon
began leaping at the wizards and chewing at their legs.
It fought the
wizards every day they spent working on curing him. They had force
feed him as it was the logical thing to eat and drink. They had to
cast spells on the boy to make him sleep as Tom new logic told him
that it was unsafe to sleep. The curse worsened before it got better
in the final days. The wizards had to take full control of his lungs
as his logic told him air was dangerous and he tried to hide from it
and breathe as little as possible. Eventually they applied all the
enchantments to cure him and he recovered, but he retained all
memories from the experience.
Tom became a model student compulsively attentive to detail,
especially labels, and refused to drink a potion ever again. Teachers
gave him alternate assignments when it came to potions.
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