Iggy Seward Prapper Junior

Introduction -

The phone rang and a plump, rosy-cheeked woman answered it.
"Hello?"
There was a pause and the students in the classroom stopped writing.
"Yes, of course," the woman said, and hung up the phone.
She peered at the class through the top of her glasses searching the room for the right student. When she found him she called his name and smiled sweetly, saying, "It's the Devil. He's come looking for you."
The student involuntarily winced and asked, "Where, ma'am?"
"Down the stairs," she said, smiling broadly. "Only don't go down the main hall. You'll get lost, and we don't want that, do we?"
The student smiled slightly and headed towards the door with the class watching.
"Class!" she scolded them. "You know it's not polite to stare!"

Mental Control and Stability (Reaching Unconsciousness While Remaining Conscious) -

The student closed the door behind him and sighed.
Glancing around, he could see the innumerable tiny spots where millions before him had vanished.
The ceiling was covered with green orbs of those who had been taken from above. The walls were dabbed with red blobs and orange splotches indicating the very spot where former students had been pulled away. No one knew exactly where they went, or if they did know they never said.
Casting his eyes to the floor he walked down the long hall toward the stairs and tried not to think about anything. It was hard not to think since he was so afraid but it had to be done, otherwise he too would be a scratch on a wall. He would be lost.
Suddenly, he was no longer in the building, but on a dusty path. There were no buildings or trees around him. No sign of life at all. There was a path and nothing more. The world had flickered out leaving only the darkness of his mind to light his way.
Still thinking nothing, he was even unaware of this change. His mind was spiralling towards the abysm. The unconscious consciousness. Soon, the path bloomed and became a pond, and the student who was no longer a student beheld his reflection.
Bewildered, he stumbled back and landed on a patch of grass.
He had reached the shadowless gulf, and his thoughts came rushing back to him. Having reached the state of unconscious consciousness, he was suddenly aware of his surroundings and the boy gazed in awe at the world which surrounded him.
This was his world. And he was this world's keeper.
All memory of the school and the teacher and the tainted walls, any subtle recollection, became less than a dream. He was The Keeper, and, to his knowledge, had always been so.

The Keeper's Kingdom -

His world was a shade of sunset. The trees were soft and the rivers were bright. And every creature within the Keeper's kingdom was quiet, modest, and kind.
In the sky were the flying beings, and the Winged Horses were the masters of them all. They ruled with love. The love of The Keeper.
The caves held slow-moving hulks that asked only for sleep, and recieved it out of the generosity of The Keeper.
The Keeper, through which all things came.
Mountains were silent and strong. Forests flowed from waters and fed the creatures that held residence in them. The Keeper looked at his kingdom and knew that it had always belonged to him.

Thirty Solid Years -

Thirty years of The Keeper's rule passed in quiet sleep. But thirty years was the destined time.
The Age of the Keeper had passed. The Age of Destruction had come.
Ascending to the sky, memories of other worlds flooded the Keeper's mind. The memory of the spotted walls and the school was returning to him. And he knew himself for what he really was. A student.
But for a short time only.

Past Your Mind -

He rose from a mark on the floor of the school.
The same mark through which he had descended to the abysm of no thought. It was bright purple, but he could see it beginning to turn black, and he could see it struggling. And he saw it give in.
The Age of Destruction had passed.
Looking up, the student could see The Devil down the hall, and he walked to him.
For the first time in thirty years, the student heard someone speak.
"You know who I am, and you know why I am here. So let us walk."
He had heard of people coming this far in their journey, and he had heard that The Devil would ask the time of day. If one answered, he was doomed. If one did not answer ... well, he had never heard of one who did not answer.
The Devil turned to the student.
"Do you know the time?"
The student walked on with his eyes to the floor.
"Did you not hear me? I asked you the time."
He pretended he had not heard and continued to walk.
"Are you deaf? What is the time! What is the time!"
The boy could see The Devil growing in his anger. His voice became deeper and more anguished.
"Tell me the time! I must know the time!"
The student attempted to focus on nothing, but he could feel evil, like a suffocation.
"We do not have much time! I must know the time!"
Then, The Devil disappeared.
The student was joined by another larger boy who wore a red cap and overalls.
"You shouldn't have done that you know."
The student did not answer. He did not think anyone had ever come this far. He did not know what to do.
"There's a river coming up here. To cross it, you must repeat this name."
The large boy opened his mouth, but when he spoke, a breeze carried his words away so that the student could not hear them at all.
Suddenly, the large boy said, "Here is where I get off."
He then opened his mouth and emitted a piercing shriek, getting smaller and smaller until he had completely disappeared.
Approaching the river, the boy realized that he was not walking at all. Rather, the river was getting larger and larger, approaching him, and roaring loudly.
Though the large boy had disappeared, his shriek was ever-present, and it joined with the roaring of the river until the student could take no more. And he yelled.
"IGGY EDWARD PRAPPER JUNIOR!"

Conclusion -

The phone rang and a plump, rosy-cheeked woman answered it.
"Hello?"
The students stopped writing and looked at the woman who nodded and said, "Yes, of course."
She hung up the phone and looked at the nervous students, smiling sweetly. "Iggy. It's The Devil. He's come looking for you."