ScribbleHubWorks

 This chapter is written by Nolf.

This is Alf.

 

An ordinary kid who had stumbled upon the mind-breaking realm of Scribble Hub High School.

 

For him, abnormal things are quite delicate things to observe at lunchtime. Or, maybe while walking on the streets.

 

But, when there are too many strange occurrences, it’ll begin to stress him out because he cannot keep his lizard mind at bay.

 

This time, he is sitting in his class and eating his meal. ‘Nothing can bother my peaceful lunch time’ He says, or what he might say.

 

Suddenly, a girl approached him, disturbing his now zen-like mind. And of course, he’s mad. He-

“Oh Hoshino, hello.”

Wait, hang on for a second. *(Paper Shuffling in the Background)*

 

That can’t be it. I found no script related to the start of this relationship. This wasn’t supposed to happen, aren’t I supposed to be in charge of this?!

 

Stanley, could you- Oh yeah, Stanley isn’t around. I was paid to narrate this wimpy boy’s story. 

 

I had no idea what to do right now. You know what? While I’m fixing this, let’s hear what he has to say. And no, this is not a way of trying to run from responsibilities.

“Hi, Alf.”

 

“This is a surprise, you know?”

*(Intense paper shuffling, scribbling, and scratching.)*

“Why?”

 

“Rarely anyone talks to me.”

“That’s not true! The-”

*(EVEN MORE INTENSE AND OFFICELY FERAL PAPER SHUFFLING, SCRIBBLING, AND SCRATCHING.)*

“You hear that?”

“Y-Yeah.”

 

“I don’t think anyone knows what that is, Chiyuki. Everyone in this class is looking for the noise.”

 

“I-I can see that.”

 

“Even the puppet, the eyeball, and the darkness don’t know where that comes from!”

 

“Uhm…”

 

“... Oh, sorry. I got too excited.”

 

“It’s okay.”

 

“Doesn’t sound like it, but sure.”

Aha! There you are. Now, where was I… Ah, yes. Ehem. So, Al- Huh? Seriously? She’s still with him? I think I need to restart this. Oh wait, there is no restart button as this is not a game. Oh no, how am I going to fix this back to its supposed route?

“Does anyone hear something weird?”

 

“Yes, The stars have yet to recognize nor conclude what that is.”

 

“I do, and that doesn’t come from my precious gold stash.”

 

“Ooo~ Interesting…~ I don’t know either, but this voice is kinda soothing.

Well yes, thank you for the compliment.

“[Our future selves does not know what or where the inappropriate voice came from.]”

Inappropriate!? How come my voice became inappropriate just now!?

 

“[Half of the words you speak are inappropriate in Our language.]”

 

What even is your- Hold on, why am I talking to you?

“This sounds familiar… Oh boy, it’s not he is it?”

 

I should find the manual book to find a way to fix this mess. *(Paper shuffling, scribbling, and scratching again.)*

“You know what that is, Alf?”

 

“Frankly. But, I’m certain it’s him.”

 

“Heya, Chiyuki!”

 

“Ichino!”

“The reality-hacker is back, now why are you here?”

 

“I’m just passing by, you know?”

 

“Cap. You’re here to investigate the voice.”

 

“How did-”

 

“You’re carrying a big-ahh megaphone with a huge battery pack. What else should I expect?”

 

“Fair enough.”

There you are! Alright, let’s see… Hmm… This goes there, in case of emergency go and flip this, and dissipate the ball from there… This isn’t the narrative manual, this is the portal procedure. Oh, it’s on the back of the book. Mmm… Text text text, text text text, and says the end. The end?

 

*(Everyone was startled.)*

 

The end!!??

 

*(And terrified.)*

 

Why should I say ‘The end’ when this story is yet to reach its climax!? It only has 603 words!

BEEP

 

“What are you doing, Ichino?”

 

“Tracking its location.”

 

“That sounds rude.”

 

Oh, now I get referred to as ‘it’. How funny. Did you think I sound like a robot? Hm? Like those annoying AI voices? No. I’d reject that if I were given one, It feels unproductive to use robots to do my job. Anyway, please refer me to ‘him’ or ‘The Narrator’ as the people on Youtube said.

“Are we speaking to celebrities? I mean, he said people called him-”

 

“No, he isn’t. Stupid Danny, don’t ever think like that! He’s an attention-seeker!”

 

“Okay, mommy!”

 

“Gosh, these duo… You done tracking?”

 

“Not yet.”

BEEP

“Let me guess… The closer you are, the more annoying it beeps.”

 

“Correct.”

 

BEEP BEEP

 

“Oh?”

 

BEEP BEEP BEEP

 

“Okay, pointing that to my head is bothersome.”

“Please?”

 

“Buy me a candy.”

“Deal.”

 

BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP

 

“TURN THAT THING OFF!”

“GOT IT!”

 

“Oh my… That almost gave me tinnitus.”

 

“Not for me!”

 

“Curse you. Hey, where did Chiyuki go?”

 

“Oh, she said she went to the cafeteria, grabbing some lunch.”

 

“Welp, what an impression.”

 

“What?”

 

“Something related to feelings, now get back to the voice. Ask him, since he’s sentient.”

 

I am more than sentient, mind you. That is not a kind way to ask questions.

“Fine. Alr, go ask him. You look eager to do that.”

“Hehe, is that too obvious?”

 

“Yes.”

 

“Okay then, who are you?”

Haven’t I told you my name? Well, if you think about it, I have not introduced myself into this seemingly impossible world.
Well, you can call me The Narrator.

 

“Why?”

 

Because I narrate stories, of course. Have you ever heard of the Stanley Parable? Forget it, you and your small brain does not know what that is.

“Aww…”

*(Raises hand.)*

Yes, little white-haired girl?

“Does that mean you narrate stories?”

 

Of course, didn’t I say that before?

*(Le gasp of the whole class, except Alf.)*

“Unbelievable!”

 

“He stays true to his words!”

 

“How!”

I’m not sure why it’s something to flatter about. Is it that rare for a person to be consistent here?

 

*(In unison)* “”Yes.””

Well then, sport, I have no comment.

 

"Okay. So, wha-"

"Whoa whoa whoa, friend!"

"Huh?!"

"Caine? What are you doing-"

"The words of this chapter are getting to its 1000 limit!"

"We have limits?"

"Of course you do, Corty the white-haired girl."

"The what now?"

"1000 limit!"