Breathing in the dusty air of the elegant library, I sighed happily. I swear, this really is one of my favourite rooms. Looking at Wendy with an excited eye, she smiled back.

"Shall we find a couple classics?"

"...Gladly."

The both of us leapt forward towards the back shelves, searching through the shelves for novels of every kind: Fantasy, science fiction, crime, historical, romance, the lot.

I mean, I was the Ultimate Storyteller. And the library is pretty much the perfect place for a storyteller to reside. Plus, there wasn't really anything else that interesting I could think of that I could do with Wendy. She is quite into...     Certain literature.

Soon, after a while, we met back up with each other, books in our paws/hoofs. Then we laid them out on the floor, reading through them together. The session of flipping through the pages and indulging our minds into the plotlines must've taken a few hours. It felt like half an hour to me though.

"Heh, Lord of the Flies?" Wendy laughed, as I closed the cover to Oliver Twist.

"Yeah! It's way more understandable than this thing." I picked up the book by Dickens, staring it in its nonexistent eyes.

"Understandable? Peppa, I can't get my head around some parts of it! A conch shell can make a noise when you blow into it...   Since when?"

"Well, if you don't want to read Lord of the Flies, then we might as well start on The Great Gatsby."

"Oh jeez...    Really?"

"Nah. It's your turn to choose now."

"...I don't know...    Maybe we could read through a couple of children's books? Just for a laugh?"

"..." I wheezed softly, bending over as I giggled. "Wh- I-I mean- Pfffft- W-We can-"

"OK YAY-" The wolf quickly ran over to the section in the corner containing the children's stories. I sighed, still wheezing heavily as I followed her.

Yep. Wendy has a thing for kids books. I mean, I don't mind them, I just don't read them every day.

"Here we go! A book on vegetables!" Wendy smiled as I reached her.

...

I felt an awkward feeling run through my body when she said 'vegetables'.

"Hehe, it's such a basic explanation of the foods! Carrots, beetroot, radishes..."

My eyelids flopped down a bit, pain running through my head and hitting from the inside of my thighs. I didn't really understand why it was happening...    I tried to push the question of cause out of my head as focus became a major battle.

"Ah! Potatos!"

The disturbance in my body tripled at that word, causing my feet to collapse underneath my body, making me flop backwards, a muffled crash vibrating through the whole room as my headache started to get insanely painful. Wendy jumped at my forced trip, throwing the book to one side and kneeling over my body.

"P-Peppa? What's happening!?"

"I-It...      Hurts..."

"H-Hold on, I can f-find Suzy...    Stay a-awake Peppa! Please stay awake!"

I couldn't lift my head as drowsiness overcame my body, as my eyes shut themselves despite Wendy's slightly frantic begging. While my body was shutting itself down, one word rang out through my head.

Potato.

Potato...

Potato...

"...No he's not, he's a potato!"

"And potatoes are this big!"

"H...    H-Huh?"

I flickered my eyes open. I was outside. Outside a white brick building with a pastel blue roof. Balloons and banners fluttering in the air. Around me were many adults and children, two of them being Danny and Suzy. It seemed like they were talking to me...  

But wasn't I...     Asleep?

A loud, streamlined honk shook rang out among the whole crowd, most of the grown-ups in it simultaneously pulling out cameras and phones, most likely to take pictures. I think that Danny said something else to me too. I didn't catch it.

...I think that this is a convention for a certain celebrity.

But if that was the case, why am I here...?

Eventually, camera flashes blinked rapidly as a round, light red car parked itself in front of the crowd, who started to clear a path to the front door of the building. Me, being caught in the chaos, had to move to the side next to some unknown grown-up, separating me from Danny and Suzy.

And once again, an ear-piercing sound screeched out. This time, though, it was an announcement.

"Please welcome, your friend and mine, Mr. Potato!"

...

Oh god.

I misheard him for a moment. All the memories stuck in my head about Monopotato made me believe that this near-identical figure was actually him. In reality, they were very similar. The general shape and size was the same. However, half of them wasn't black. It was the exact same as the other side. They still had the rugged hat, however it seemed a lot cleaner than Monopotato's...

"I declare this sports centre, open!"

...

...Wait.

This happened when I was young!

What took me so long to figure out...?

I rushed forward to the doors of the building, just as Mr. Potato cut the ribbon restricting access to it's doors, people clapping happily. Then, he took a quick step forward, pushing the two doors apart.

I was met with a much darker sight, though.

...The interior of the sports centre looked abandoned. Broken treadmills and cycling machines layed in the main path, weights were scattered everywhere, walls were crumbling obliviously slow...     It was like it had been attacked.

Concerned, I took a step forward. Followed by another. Then another. Before giving in to worried curiousity and entering the building cautiously.

When you were inside it felt worse. The smell of fresh plaster and new shoes painted itself though the air. Not to mention the fact it felt darker.

...Huh?

I turned around, looking back at the doorway to see the crowd from earlier, all staring at me. Their eyes were shaded with an ominous red, piercing my confidence, and making me reconsider wether or not I should just return and get out of the building.

Mr. Potato was the only one who looked at me normally. He took a couple steps forward, not as much pride in his stride. Once he had entered through the doorway of the building, I noticed that a part of him was a bit loose. He then stamped one foot on the ground, as half of his beige, earthy body fell off, revealing itself to be only a small layer. What laid underneath it was only black. A red symbol where his eye was.

"...Monopotato?"

The figure didn't say a word. He just started getting closer to me, speeding up his pace. I started backing away out of fear, soon running backwards.

A sharp pain rippled through my foot as I plummeted to the ground, my hand stunning itself on a large chunk of gravel as I continued to scoot away. The air in the continuosly long building began to heat up. I took a look to the side, noticing flames, elegant yet powerful. I shivered, crawling on my back as the heat rised, a few notable screams sounding out as Monopotato continued to close in on me, his pace faster than a crawl, no doubt.

In a last-ditch attempt, I hurled myself backwards, only to slam my back into a wall. The flames and the shouting and begging started to control my senses as Monopotato caught up with me, grabbing me by the dress and yanking me up, staring me in the eye.

My fear overtook everything. My head felt weak, smog clouded my sight.

Before my eyes fully shut, I heard one short sentence.

"This is your future."

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