[ F.X.D.] Sketches on the Discworld universe. Pratchett Terry "Discworld". Overlord. (crossover).

Chapter eight. I want to go to Discworld. Part 1. Part one - uninvited guests who are breaking the world for themselves. Death walked past shelves with hourglasses. I wonder how much noise millions of hourglasses in one room must make? A noise similar to that in Albert's kitchen when he's frying something that shouldn't be "fried"? If in the room with the life meters (in the name of all the gods of the Disc World! I spell this word wrong a hundred and twenty-five times!), swearing could be heard distantly, I would say “yes.” But why? If Albert enters this room and kills himself on something, then there will be such “swearing”! Albert will remember the devil, the devil’s wife, and the devil’s children, and the wives of the devil’s children, and I’m afraid to ask... Who won’t he remember and who will he even be afraid to talk about! Because they don’t talk about those present, much less about the owner of the house and his relatives... As they say, a good blow, preferably on a stone floor, cures any memory problems. Well, or at least for some people... Who survived... Or who didn't get amnesia after that... Or, I don't even know... In any case, none of the following happens... Fortunately! So let's go back to our flat... I misspoke... Hourglass. And to that question, how does an hourglass make noise? The hourglass makes noise like sand. But we need an exact definition of how this happens! And this exact definition should be applicable to millions... Ahem.. All these things in one room! (I'm tired of writing HOURGLASS LIFE METER! Is there a new definition for these things from which sand falls?) Imagine that a warm and fine “mushroom” rain is pouring outside, you are lying under a blanket, wax candles are sticking out of your ears and you are reading a book. I hope not this book. (And, yes, the author is an ass. Of course, it does not mean that the author has a related relationship with the lower part of the body. But it is directly hinted that he could fit all the available information into two or three sentences. And, I honestly admit, that I love myself for writing it exactly the way I wanted and not the way it should!) Let's move on to the most dramatic moment. Death walks around the room, his robe, at the moment, is not fluttering in the wind, but is in a calm state. Well, sometimes, when he reaches out to one of the shelves and examines the hourglass... Ah... By the way, if he examines each life meter before choosing the one he needs, then this is a very strange way... Examine several million watches before choosing the ones he needs. Although, time does not matter for our skeleton in a black robe, so I will remain silent. Having found the right watch, he, as usual, stuffs it into his pocket. Or into an incomprehensible dimension located in his cloak. However, instead of continuing on his way to get to the rest of the meters, he stopped and listened. As if that person who, through the incessant chatter of people in the market, could hear someone pronouncing his name, adding an indecent word to it. And, like that cat who woke up in the morning in her warm cozy bed, but sensed mice “doing their business” somewhere outside the city and in the field... Death turned his gaze to the top shelf. It's just a stone's throw away from the problem that's making him nervous right now. He took out an hourglass from the upper shelf and examined it in more detail. Hmmm, he had never seen such a watch here before, this is clear both from its appearance and from the engraved inscription. The clock was crooked, as if someone had tried to make guts out of glass, but abandoned the idea halfway through. -F.X.D After he uttered this word, the clock began to tremble. It was as if they couldn’t decide whether to reach out to the one who said these words or crawl away. By such actions they betrayed themselves. Realizing this, Death, as if on purpose, took the watch in both hands. That's why the clock began to flutter even louder. - LOOKS LIKE I WILL HAVE A LOT OF WORK TODAY... It often happens that when something strange happens, the first one to notice these oddities now will have to save the world and restore balance, and punish the main villain. Such is the fate of the main character of the story! Now Death is wondering why absolutely everyone is trying to give him as much work as possible? Why can’t everything just go smoothly as it should!?