Ernie frowned at his assigned reading material, the early teen hating every aspect of their class's stupid library excursion. Worse, Ms. Doyle was the presiding teacher, and she made every aspect of reading gay as fuck for the young man. "Children! Children, remember, these majestic tomes are portals! Gateways, to fantastical realms of the mind! They will enrich your personality and imagination, unlike those electronic attention grabbers out there, that just deplete you!" despite not being very old, Ms. Doyle's voice had a pensive, shrill quality to it, like a needling auntie.
He looked at the clock, rolling his eyes upon realizing they were only a third of the way through their day-trip. Rather than doing anything cool, like checking out the computers, or any of the DVD's or CD's they had on the racks, his entire class would be forced to sit quietly and read, for hours. As time dragged on, and young Ernie's eyes became crossed and blurred from trying to stay awake, he prayed. He prayed for deliverance from this wretched, miserable school trip, for something interesting to happen. Something that wasn't just a bunch of dusty, stupid books.
Just then, a strange noise began ringing out through the stuffy library. It was a smooth flute and drum medley, coming out from every direction of the reading room at once. Ernie looked around for speakers, but soon realized the melodious tune was unnaturally echoing around the library, everyone else appearing just as perplexed as the young student. That is when the intruder made his presence known.
"Hello everyone, I'm the Globglogabgalab, I love books! And this library is a true treasure trove..." Everyone began shrieking and running in alarm, as the monstrous, flabby entity suddenly appeared amidst them. He had a posh, British accent, but appeared like a distended, fleshy slug beast. The creature was rendered more horrifying by it's malformed, humanoid features, which included spindly arms and a bald, oblong head. The naked slug-man undulated forward on its flesh-colored pseudopod, waving his arms about frantically as he broke into song.
"I am the Glob-glo-gab-galab. The shwabble-dabble-wabble-gabble flibba blabba blab!" While he sang, the slug man rapidly extended about, sweeping books from the shelves into his expanding maw and gulping them down effortlessly into his formless, ameboid midsection.
"I'm full of shwibbly liber-kind, I am the yeast of thoughts and minds!" The creature wasn't shy about invading people's personal space, ripping books from the hands of crying children to feast on their nutritious, paper-and-ink essence. Ernie, however, was in a rapturous mood as the strange entity gradually depopulated the archive of all written materials, none of the adults daring to stop the large, inexplicable creature amid them. Doyle was trying to shuttle the children away from the obscene slug person, but soon became incensed by the travesty she witnessed.
"H-How dare you! Do you realize what you're doing, you big, fat scoundrel?" Ms. Doyle was angrily pointing a bony finger at the singing, pink creature, voice fuming with indignation, "You're acting like a fucking Nazi! Going around, destroying books, this is a crime! A terrible crime, you can't treat the written word like this, it's a travesty! Begone, you pest, from this place of learning!" The teacher took a triumphant stance before the huge, book-bloated Globglogabgalab, who regarded the teacher bemusedly.
"You weren't always a teacher, were you, Ms. Doyle? Or should I say, 'Kitty Kat Supreme'?" the naked were-gastropod mockingly intoned.
"Wah-- How... Are you spying on me? Are you some kind of... lecher, who looks at women when they're taking off their clothes!?" Ms. Doyle looked both shocked and angered at the creature's words, and her hand instinctively drifted to the side of her hip.
"Oh no, I've never met you before. However, I can smell a book from anywhere! And I know you've got the written word placed upon your flesh. Do you know what that makes you, Ms. Doyle?" The teacher suddenly began shaking, realizing how much larger the strange Globglogabgalab was than her. He continued in his British accent, "That makes you a book! I love books! They're full of shwibbly liber-kind!" And with that gibberish, the slug man made a predatory lunge towards the overwhelmed Ms. Doyle.
Ernie still thought the proceedings were kind of cool, but realized a dark tinge had developed as the Globglogabgalab began forcefully stripping their teacher naked, exposing her elaborate tattoos before everyone's eyes. The pink-fleshed slug man's maw began stretching wider and wider, drooling obscenely, bits of paper stuck in the corners from his earlier feasting. "I am the yeast of thots and minds!" with that final, ominous proclamation, the Globglogabgalab dragged the naked Ms. Doyle up to his widening jaws. Ernie felt increasingly bad, watching his teacher plunging into the strange slug man's rippling body, her screaming head rapidly sinking into his flexing innards.
The Globglogabgalab was a master of gluttonous feasting, and forcefully urged the struggling teacher into his wet gob, lewd squelching noises ringing out across the library as the flute and drum medley continued, a grim accompaniment to the voracious consumption taking place. The teacher never stood a chance before the hungry, seemingly-mystical entity, who's body flexed and adjusted around the still-moving body of its living prey. Ernie swore he could see the outline of Ms. Doyle's screaming face, bulging out from within the fleshy confines of the Globglogabgalab, lost amidst the sharp corner profiles of several books in his expanding gut.
"Ooh, ha ha ha, mmm, splendid! Simply delicious... Ohm, ha ha ha ha!" the bloated creature poked at the squirming, feminine shape in his stomach, toying with his gradually-digesting prey as she steeped in his dilute stomach acids, amidst the library's many books. Suddenly, the Globglogabgalab turned his eyes to Ernie, and said in a chipper, Essex accent, "Look at me, Ernie. It's all for you! We did it all for you! I will return, whenever you need me most." With that, the huge, rotund gastropod disappeared in a puff of multi-hued smoke, leaving no trace of Ms. Doyle, or the library's many books.
"W-What the fuck?" Ernie said, lamely, to his other classmates. Most of the adults had already fled the library, leaving the children to their fate.