Kringo the book eater
The nerds have told of scary stories around their fire, like the horrorous adventures in their games of dungeons and dragons. But the scariest one of them all, was a true story about a kid who ate books. This kid was named Kringo, but they called him Devin. Short for Devil and Satan. October 5th 1999, otherwise known as B-Day, was a ferocious massecure of Kringo and all the books in the public library. The nerdy folk were able to draw this photo to describe what happened that terrible day.
And, to be honest, that’s how it went down. I should know. I AM KRINGO THE DEVIN. I gotta tell you the story. A simple emoji picture will never do. Oh no no no. It all started 7 years ago. 1999
I walked to the public library. My mouth drooling as my eyes got more and more bloodshot. “Boooooooks.....” I mumbled, eagerly. This was the last library left in North America. Because I ate all the books in the other towns. Books were a rare good in this town. I saw a mafia gang member opening his vest, and pulling a gun to a guy who was trying to snatch his Harry Potter book. Security guards at the front entrance strip searched me, protocol. Then I was IN. The books! They were lining the walls. I drunkenly danced over the the librarian and held her a gun point.
“Gimme all the books thank you please miss ma’am.” I said. She pulled her shot gun to me.
“I don’t think you wanna do that, you hoodlum,” she said. I backed down. I hid in a corner. Just then i noticed a kid walk in. The librarian called him over. He went on his knees.
“Please oh wise Librarian! I just need some more time! I can return it to you! I PROMISE!!!” he begged.
“Its to late Billy. You’ve had Diary Of A Wimpy Kid for 2 weeks now! I’ve done all I could to help, but you are no longer under my protection. Tony? You know what to do,” the librarian said.
“No. PLEASE NOOO!!!” the boy screamed.
The door behind him burst, and the boy screamed and cried as a big man walked out. He grabbed Billy by the ear and held him up. Billy was crying and foaming at his mouth. Foam bubbles dropped onto the floor. Then the bodyguard snapped Billy’s neck and billy was dead. He threw him into the dead pile, and walked off. I still wanted my books. So I did the best thing I could. I gave myself and adrenaline shot. Immediately I went bezerkballs and tore up everything. The librarian pulled her blade but I had already tore her up like a toothpick. I spun into a tornado towards the books, drool and foam flying everywhere. Then I opened my mouth and sucked all the books off the shelf into my mouth like I was a living vacuum cleaner. Then I smacked on the last book on earth. Mein Komph by Adolf Hitler. But the body guard came out and shot my 5 blows to the heart. I fell to my knees and died. My book drenching all the paper shreds. And that was the story of how I died on B-Day. But if I’m dead, how can you hear me? You’ve gone insane kid. Your in the asylum right now. It isnt to late for you to turn you life around. Oh! The guard of the asylums coming!
“Hey you, reader,” the asylum worker said. “We’re putting you down. .”
The End
