The Assassin's Tale; The Closet

Credits; Krell, Rea,

Cyssie and Igor may have been completely mad, but that didn't keep them from being generous and entertaining hosts.  If anything it helped with the entertaining part, and after Rea returned from the restroom she warned Krell to be wary of the generous part.  Not that Cyssie or Igor would ever intentionally harm anyone, but just because they made a lot of things that did.  In fact, as he returned from the refrigerator, muttering a spell to counteract the frostbite the ice machine had given him, he realized that it was probably wise to be wary of everything in the Von Gravaga home.  How the two of them survived with only negligible experience outside of the lab, even with their experience pooled and exagerated, he decided was best not to know.  Maybe they just didn't get attacked by the appliances, or perhaps it was just that they were used to it and didn't care about the frostbite causing ice machine, black hole toilet, or the fact that even the whisk had a self-destruct button.  He pitied any children that might have the misfortune of being allowed into the house.  Perhaps that would explain why they didn't have any children, even after several thousand years of marriage.  Although, considering their mutual nerdiness, obssession with all things scientific, and the fact that they seemed to have no idea why he and Rea couldn't be an item it did seem possible that they had both just missed certain critical parts of any normal being's education.  And then they must have continued missing it the entire rest of their long lives.  That or they were just really good actors. 
"..And that's why you should never combine a BLT and a Thaumatic Energy Conserver."
Cyssie nodded and laughed.  "Good thing you had the Null Ray Extractor onhand or it might have taken us months to catch them all."
"Where did that go anyways?  Last I remember having it was that time we were trying to get the Gnorine Gas Diffuser to work."
"Have you checked in the closet?"
Igor shrunk, not physically this time.  He looked away and to the side and replied quietly, "I don't like the closet."
"Me neither."  Cyssie seemed to shrink as well and they sort of cowered into each other. 
Rea didn't say anything, but Krell, as the only one in the room with any experience dealing with the horrors of the closet, decided to offer his services. 
"I'll go check the closet.  I'm sure its nothing worse than a jacket that tries to strangle you or a few possesed coat hangers."
Rea grabbed his arm and shook her head.  She wasn't afraid, or not afraid the way Cyssie and Igor were.  Something pretty bad must be in there, but after the last few days he felt like he had to do something to reestablish his position as a useful member of the community.  He stood up and walked out through the kitchen.  Nao seemed to have finally conquered the toaster and was now wrestling the bread box.  He'd never seen anyone work so hard for a sandwich, let alone in a suit and tie.  He kicked Nao's gun back within reach and continued into the hall.  The closet didn't look spooky, or automated, he wasn't sure which was worse around here.  He made it up and had his hand on the door when he heard her. 
"Krell Casat!  Don't you dare."
He opened the door, knowing full well what was on the other side.  He knew her in an instant, greyed hair, simple dress, and her hands on her hips in a gesture of anger he knew all to well. 
"Hello Lewiza."
"Don't 'Hello Lewiza' me!  You've been running all across the universe and you never even sent me a card.  And now I hear you're travelling with a fourteen year old...Tramp!  ANd then you have the nerve to just come back like it was nothing?"
He glanced around.  It was exactly like the door to their room.  The old house was perfect, exactly the way he remembered it.  There was the picture of him and Kvald on their last fishing trip with the sea serpent they'd caught, and over there was one of him, Lewiza, Bette, Lien, and Waten on their trip to the Lady Alicea Imperial Reliquary. 
"Krell!  Pay attention when I'm talking Mister."
"I'm sorry, its just that you got everything right.  The pictures, the hair, you even got the inflection of her voice right." 
"Oh that's fantastic, my husband has gone insane.  Now what am I supposed to do?"
"Nothing, you're not my wife."
"WHAT!  Of course I'm your wife, we got married, we have kids; Krell what's wrong with you?"
"Nothing is.  You just picked the wrong memory.  I'm not afraid, I'm not sad, I'm not even angry.  Although you're improvisation is very good, keep playing the part and see if it makes any difference."
"Krell?  Its me, Lewiza, your wife?  Don't you recognize me?"
"I recognize my wife, its just that she died nearly three hundred years ago.  You really should have found context before picking an image.  Now if you don't mind, Boog, I'm looking for a Null Ray Extractor.  You can help me or you can get out of my way."
The scene faded.  The Boog revealed its true form, a weepy, tearstained white veil hovering in midair. 
"I'm sorry, your item is in another nightmare."
"Don't make me open the door."
How a white veil could grow even more pale took him a moment to figure out.  It was as though it became luminescent in its paleness, rather than merely being white. 
"You wouldn't."
"You saw my dreams; would you be the first of your kind I'd dealt with?"
"Here."  A sort of bulky, shiny gun appeared and was dropped into his hands.  "Please, go.  I'll find somewhere else, just don't open the door."
Krell smiled and turned around.  He was instantly facing the kitchen.  He heard a blast from the kitchen and as he passed through it he saw Nao peeling the deceased bread box open.  Not more than a few minutes had passed then. 
"Found it, it was in the closet."
"You actually?"
"Yeah, it was right inside.  No problem at all."
"But?"
"I don't see what you're all so worried about, its just a closet."  Rea looked at him and tilted her head.  He sat down and leaned back.  "You'll all understand when you're older."