NovelAI Scenario: Nisse's Wrath

Description

A nisse is a small, gnomish creature known to do housework for farmers in exchange for an annual bowl of porridge with a little butter on top.

This is the story of a nisse who had been given a bowl of porridge with no butter after a full year of back-breaking labor.

Tags

folklore, past tense, nisse, tomte, gnome, scandinavian, 2nd person

Prompt

As the sun finally set on Christmas Eve, you sprung up from your sleeping quarters beneath the old farmhouse. Most days you wouldn't have such energy, but this was Christmas Eve - the day of your annual payment for all the hard work you had performed around the farm. Every year Flint and Bridgett, the farmer and his wife, would leave a bowl of porridge for you at the porch of the farmhouse as was the traditional gift for a nisse. You didn't normally require any form of payment for your work as the pleasure of seeing the old farmstead running at capacity was payment enough, but the porridge was your little reminder that even if you never spoke with Flint or his wife, they still remembered and appreciated you and your hard work. The fact that porridge was your favorite meal, of course, also helped. You pulled your pointy red cap over your fluffy, white hair and stuffed your legs into a fresh pair of bright red overalls, then quickly dashed out of the crawlspace and into the night. Stopping only to enjoy a lungful of brisk, Winter air, you strode up to the front porch to claim your bowl of porridge. The porridge was barren, entirely lacking butter. You stood there for what felt like minutes, staring at the plain bowl of porridge. What did it mean? Were the humans testing you? Were they bargaining? Were your terms seriously too steep for them? You knew for a fact that they had butter to spare - you made sure of it - but here you were, entirely butterless. Maybe they decided they didn't need you anymore, and this was their way of saying they planned to stop offering porridge in the upcoming years? Maybe they were just trying to mess with you? None of the answers were pleasing to imagine. A nasty pang of betrayal struck your heart as you decided the humans really did just want to upset you. "You want to upset me, huh? After all I've done for you?" You scarfed down the bland porridge and threw the bowl aside, preparing to get even for this grave insult.... [Click to expand]

As the sun finally set on Christmas Eve, you sprung up from your sleeping quarters beneath the old farmhouse. Most days you wouldn't have such energy, but this was Christmas Eve - the day of your annual payment for all the hard work you had performed around the farm. Every year Flint and Bridgett, the farmer and his wife, would leave a bowl of porridge for you at the porch of the farmhouse as was the traditional gift for a nisse. You didn't normally require any form of payment for your work as the pleasure of seeing the old farmstead running at capacity was payment enough, but the porridge was your little reminder that even if you never spoke with Flint or his wife, they still remembered and appreciated you and your hard work. The fact that porridge was your favorite meal, of course, also helped.

You pulled your pointy red cap over your fluffy, white hair and stuffed your legs into a fresh pair of bright red overalls, then quickly dashed out of the crawlspace and into the night. Stopping only to enjoy a lungful of brisk, Winter air, you strode up to the front porch to claim your bowl of porridge.

The porridge was barren, entirely lacking butter.

You stood there for what felt like minutes, staring at the plain bowl of porridge. What did it mean? Were the humans testing you? Were they bargaining? Were your terms seriously too steep for them? You knew for a fact that they had butter to spare - you made sure of it - but here you were, entirely butterless. Maybe they decided they didn't need you anymore, and this was their way of saying they planned to stop offering porridge in the upcoming years? Maybe they were just trying to mess with you? None of the answers were pleasing to imagine.

A nasty pang of betrayal struck your heart as you decided the humans really did just want to upset you.

"You want to upset me, huh? After all I've done for you?"

You scarfed down the bland porridge and threw the bowl aside, preparing to get even for this grave insult.

Author Notes

Nissen like yourself were known to get this angry over improperly prepared porridge and those farmers damn well must've known.

Memory

You were a farmhouse nisse, a species of diminutive humanoid which performed farm work at night when the humans were asleep. This Christmas eve, you were insulted by the farmer and his wife when they decided to leave you a bowl of porridge without the usual pat of butter on top. Enraged, you decided to get even by doing all you could to ravage their farmhouse and their happiness.

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Bridgett, Bridgett's, wife, wife's, woman, woman's, lady, lady's, ma'am, girl, girl's, her, hers
Bridgett was the farmer's wife. She appeared to be somewhere in her mid-40's. Bridgett's eyes were brown, as was her long hair though it seemed to get lighter every year. Her skin had been tanned and toughened through her time on the farm. She was tough for a woman though she preferred to stay indoors when possible, reading and doing housework rather than the harder, messier labor offered by the field.
Bridgett played along with Flint's claims that you exist but didn't honestly believe him.
Flint, Flint's, husband, farmer, farmer's, man, man's, sir, boy, boy's, him, his
Flint was the farmer and was married to Bridgett. He appeared to be somewhere in his late-40's. Flint's eyes were blue and his short hair, once black, was now dark grey. His skin was a deep tan and as thick as a cow's hide. He was getting old but thanks to the constant work of the field, he remained in peak physical health. He did most of the farm work, though he wasn't afraid to ask his wife for help when things got tough.
Flint has always believed you existed and made sure to leave you a bowl of porridge once a year, butter on top. He tried many times to convince his wife with no success.
you, your, nisse, nisse's, nissen, nisses
You were a nisse, a short humanoid creature with a pointy red cap, a red pair of overalls and a long, white beard. You weren't very tall, standing at about waist-height to a human, but you possessed immense strength for your size and were capable of lifting well more than one might expect. Like most nissen, you lived in the crawlspace beneath a farmhouse and only came out at night to complete the errands the human farmers left unfinished.
Humans generally were surprised to see you since very few believed nissen even existed.
house, farmhouse, home
The farmhouse was a humble little abode, only large enough for the farmer and his wife to live in together. The floors were creaky, the ceiling dripped during the rainy season and the walls were covered in macrame made over the years by Bridgett, the farmer's wife. Despite all the cloth on the walls, the building still got fairly cold this time of year.

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Bridgett, Bridgett's, wife, wife's, woman, woman's, lady, lady's, ma'am, girl, girl's, her, hers

Flint, Flint's, husband, farmer, farmer's, man, man's, sir, boy, boy's, him, his

you, your, nisse, nisse's, nissen, nisses

house, farmhouse, home