It was always good to take a break. Alan had taken a step back from the typewriter... But it continued working. The culprit was a bulky inhuman creature that bore a faint resemblance to a bulldog. It was tall enough to reach the desk, stretch its arms out, and press random keys on the typewriter.
The clicking sounds made the creature chuckle with a wheeze. Hopefully that page wasn't important... (labyrinthruled, I figure Essi is not an option until Poet knows more about the Labyrinth, so I hopped over here :3c )
Alan was never far from his desk. His oceanic eyes scanned the Plot Board, picking images and marrying them up with note text. He needed to find a way out of the Dark Place, to write something new. Maybe if he changed the genre? No, it needed to stick to the constraints he had set. Changing themes half way through a trilogy would alienate the entire story and then he'd find himself...trapped in a Labyrinth instead of a spiral.
Labyrinth. That's funny. He hadn’t thought about that book in years. His Mom had read it to him when he was young and he later bought a paperback copy. He'd use it to help with inspiration when he was running short on something a little more fantastical; after all, some horror had to have elements of the supernatural. Maybe that was what he needed...how did the Labyrinth story go again?
Suddenly, his thoughts were broken by a clacking of keys. Eyes wide and brows furrowed, he whirled around to find a creature sitting at his desk.
"JEEZ!" he cried, stumbling back and grabbing his flashlight from the music table. He flicked it on and beamed it on the creature effortlessly. It looked so much like an owl, his eyes briefly flicked to the taxidermy animal caught in furious flight above his desk. Still there. This had to be something else.
"What the Hell?" he muttered, slowly approaching the desk. "What is that? How did it get in here?"
