Diomedes And His Creator

“No.”  Dobby says.

Tinkletoes, Carp and Ray all look at each other.

“It's not the worst idea.”  Tinkletoes says.

“It's not the best idea either.   Try again.”  Dobby says.

“If you'd just do it for a little while.”   Carp suggests.

“Five minutes.”  Tinkletoes asks.

“Dude.”   Ray encourages.

“You did bring forth this demon, it's only right that you're responsible for it.”   Tinkletoes says.

Dobby looks up at Tinkletoes, Carp and Ray.

“You need to step up.”   Tinkletoes says.

“I need to step up?”  Dobby nods.  “The same way the three of you stepped up to help with the dragon?   I have spent the last half hour helping Mom convince that thing in the bathroom that a man in a suit of armor isn't going to climb out of the toilet looking for a sparring partner.”

“It was so quiet, I thought she'd killed it by now.”   Tinkletoes says.

Dobby glares at Tinkletoes.

“Butchered it, maybe set up a spit to cook the meat on.”

Dobby rolls his eyes.

“You have to admit that woman has a temper.”  Tinkletoes says.

“Did she find out who the dragon is?  Where it came from?”  Carp asks diplomatically.

“It's Diomedes, a dragon from one of Mom's stories.  House and Mural Man met him while they were on vacation in Faerie.   He wanted to know about all about our world when he found out House and Mural Man live with the woman who created him he convinced them to let him return with them.”

“Why didn't they just say 'no'?”  Tinkletoes asks.

“If you're made out of paper are you going tell a dragon that can breathe fire 'no'?”  Dobby asks.

“Oh...um...yeah.  Good point.”  Tinkletoes says.  “What's happening now?”

“Mom's trying to convince him that he needs to find another part of the house to make his territory.”

Writer Lady sits on the toilet lid looking at the dragon who is studying her from across the room.  The dragon in turn yawns.  He peruses the room a couple more times and then addresses his hostess.

“Are you quite sure my assistance is not needed?  There are no knights or other insidious beings lurking below?”

“No Diomedes.  As I explained to you before I am sitting on a modern day chamber pot.  One puts things down the hole.   Nothing comes up it.”

“I think I'll just stay here and observe for a while.”

“Diomedes, as I explained before, it is nice that you came to visit but this is a bathroom.  You can't make this your cave.”

“I have not seen one before.   It's most interesting.”

“People leave their waste here.   I shower in here.”

“Yes.  I am most anxious to observe a shower.  Are they fun?”

“Diomedes when a person showers...I take off all of my clothes when I shower.  I won't have you in here while I'm doing that.”

“Yes.”  Diomedes smiles and chuckles.  “You humans are still uncomfortable with your nudity aren't you?”

Letting out a sigh Writer Lady agrees willing to do almost anything to get this mess sorted out.   “I am uncomfortable with my own nudity, so if you would please find another place to claim as your own.”

“I'm sorry Mi'lady, I cannot.  Do you have any idea what an honor it is for a fictional character to meet their creator?  It is like you would feel encountering a superior species or perhaps even a god.  I want to learn everything I possibly can about you.”  Diomedes says settling his mass down in a more comfortable position.   “So tell me, what is your favourite colour?”

Writer Lady slumps over, covering her head with her arms and groans.

“Once the fierce dragon claims his spot, Writer Lady has to move her chamber pot.” TP pops in giggling.

“Grab him!”  Tinkletoes yells.

TP pops back out before anyone gets near the faerie.  “You're going to have to move faster than that.  Silly humans.”  TP says giggling from just above Carp's shoulder.   He pops out again quickly.

“Your turn.”   TP says popping in above Tinkletoes' head then popping back out. Everyone misses again.

“My turn.”   TP calls from between Furnatche's feet, giggling and disappearing again.  “This is fun!”  The faerie calls from right between Ray's eyes when four hands smack him flattening TP against Ray's forehead.

“Dudes.”  Ray says.   “You almost woke me up.”

“Don't move.”  Tinkletoes says.  “Hey kid.”  He says looking at Peter, “Get me a glass and a spatula.”

Peter runs out of the room returning with the requested items.   Tinkletoes and Carp slowly lift their hands.  Tinkletoes covers TP with the glass, enclosing the faerie in his own dome like one would when catching a bug or a wasp.  Easing the spatula between the opening of the glass and Ray's forehead Tinkletoes is able to secure the prisoner.  “No more games faerie.   Tell us what you know about Damon.  Now.”

“Now that I have answered so many of your questions will you answer one of mine?”  Writer Lady asks.

“Yes of course Mi'lady.”   Diomedes answers sitting up proudly.

“If you came here as a guest of House and Mural Man why are you not with them?”

“Their constant canoodling has become tiring.  They suggested I explore at my leisure, perhaps do some hunting.   This is the first room I wandered into after leaving them to their 'activities'.  I was actually searching for my birthplace, the room in which you created me.”

“That would be High Command.  Would you like to see it?”

“Yes. Mi'lady.”

Rising, Writer Lady quickly makes for the door.  “You know High Command is a wonderful place full of fun and creativity.   You would be welcome.   You would have a place of distinction there if you would like to make High Command 'your home away from home' while you are with us.  You would get to meet everyone Dobby, his friends, some of my other characters, even another dragon because we all tend to end up in that room at one time or another.”

“That does sound ideal.”  Diomedes says.  The dragon stands to his full height waiting to follow.

Writer Lady stands still in the bathroom entryway staring across the hall at the demon that has her lacy panties hanging in shreds from his massive horns.