The Disappearance of the Horror Nightmarica and the Actions Taken in Your Stead
This is quite the treat! Some inside-only information swiped from that husk of authority still lingering about. The page fits better in my own hands, I think! Head Librarian… That’s a title to kill for!
Miskatonic Occult Literature Library & Unusually Special Collections
(MOLLUSC Dept.)
“The Disappearance of the Horror Nightmarica and the Actions Taken in Your Stead.”
Dear Eldra… Dear Eldra, where have you gone? Your absence in the library is felt in the yellowed pages lining the shelves of the foyer. There are dust-laden spines and wormhollowed grimoires and so few Bookkeepers left to polish them. I fear the devotion to your name has begun to wane, so I ask your forgiveness for the actions I’ve taken in your stead:
Firstly, Specialist Scholar has been forcefully resigned from the library. For as thankful as we were for his services it was found that old blood like him ran sour with the scent of bitter histories. His ash will whet the soil of Gehenna Quarter and the resigned’s brain will be stripped and spun through the Subrosa. Please do take a look at what’s etched in the recessal folds, the language is hard to parse and there are traces of memory-segmentations that are locked behind realms beyond my reach.
Secondly, I’ve appointed a new specialist to resume duties at the Purgatory Gate, as well as to act as a surrogate instructor in an alternative solution to curb the stagnating faith among the workforce since your absence. Specialist Priestess will be joining the MOLLUSC Dept. staff within the coming months.
Finally, my most grave sin for which I give my sincerest apologies both to you the cosmic mother, and to the Dumah which has blessed me since my introductory years. I have opened enrollments for a new generation of Bookkeepers with the enticements of higher security access, lower age requirements, and tutelage under specialists directly. It is “The Impetuous Generation” as Specialist Nurse scornfully refers to it. As of this word, I am currently processing applicants from New Hampshire to Maine. I can only hope that those uninitiated will be able to recognize your grace without quarrel. And that would bring me to some personal concerns…
The ail-bodied one you favored upon his orientation, Samael Leng, worries me most of all. The young man you deemed as “The Perfect Tragedy.” Upon review of his medical records, it was found that he was admitted to every New England hospital by the age of twenty. Do you still have the copy of his final diagnosis I sent you? I’d made an attempt to retrieve the original records from his locker, though regrettably, they were found as ashes. I fear his adjustment to the library grew unstable due to an unforeseen factor. The shape he takes now does not resemble any of your blessings. I fear it is akin to a stain that had been quick to fade but never removed. I know how her memory pleases you, but if possible I’d prefer not to repeat the history inflicted upon us by Alexandria Dove. He’s built an immunity to my spores, you know. A kill-on-contact. A poison-in-poison-out physique rivaled only by Specialist Janitor. Personally, I find it to be repulsive. Ever since his promotion he’s needled me for access into the Subrosa. It makes me sick to imagine what might happen to a still-human mind should one trespass into those halls. Needless to say, I’ve made it a priority to secure the area with as much of my physical manifestation as I could spare, though I fear now that I am stretched quite thin in more ways than one.
I suppose it’d be right to make note of the disappearance of one of our copies of the Horror Nightmarica while I’m at it, though rest assured we have plenty enough of that tome as is. It would appear some time ago a lone soul tried borrowing a volume of classic fairytales that had been tainted by the influence of the Nightmarica and as witnessed by Specialist Janitor, had succumbed to the influence of that tome on the floor of the Sanzu Aquarium Wing. Curiously, when word was sent to retrieve the tome and store the body within the Subrosa, both the Book and the individual who intended to borrow it had vanished from the library entirely. If you will excuse a cruel notion, it may very well be that the Horror Nightmarica has touched the public consciousness.
The Complaints Office
MOLLUSC Dept.
