Tommy answered the door, when he swung it open Leland and Renton could see the silvery transparent figures of the illusory ghosts. Tommy's hand we're covered in a goo that had the same silvery tint as the ghosts.
"Sup Leland, sup mini-shaker, I was just in the middle of finishing my ghosts. Sorry about the goop, ectoplasm's messy stuff. So what's up?" Tommy asked as he grabbed a towel off the floor and used it to wipe the ectoplasm off.
"Oh, I was just wondering if you could take care of Renton for a bit. Nice ghosts by the way." Leland handed Renton off to Tommy.
"Uh, ya sure, I'm not usually put on baby sitting duty,"
" It's just his parent's aren't around an I'm carving pumpkin, and I don't want him to be around the knives."
"Makes sense." Tommy said, forgetting the numerous enchanted swords, axes, daggers, and spears he kept lying around his room.
"Alright I leave you to it then." And with that Leland left.
Tommy looked at Renton for a bit, before putting him down of his bed.
"So, don't get into trouble, I've got to finish my ghosts."
With that Tommy foolishly let a baby to his own devices. As Tommy began resume molding ectoplasm. Renton quickly became restless and began to crawl. First he move to the foot of the bed, from their he crawled down and over to the book shelf, where several shiny amulets and jewels drew his attention. With the understated strength of his limbs Renton began to climb up, shelf by shelf, until he got to the top. There he found amulets and rings among the books. He picked up a ring and held it up, before giving an innocent giggle and sticking it in his mouth. As he teethed on the ring he turned invisible, but he the sense of self yet to realize it. He continued to teeth on it until he saw it, a bowl of keys. Keys of all different kinds, plastic keys, car keys, skeleton keys, and as all babies love keys he explored. But when he touched it he realized it wasn't a bowl of key's rather it was a book. Even if he wasn't a babe he would have paid the revelation no head, because something about this book beckoned to him. Mesmerized he open it's cover and flipped it open, and as he did a breeze that didn't exist flipped the pages to a point in the book. The shapes and symbols flowed on the page, and even though Renton was illiterate he knew their meaning. And even though he could barely say is father's name, he spoke them. In a tongue no man was meant to hear a spell was cast, and a seal was broken.
It was at that point the protector of the book noticed what was happening and turned around. And saw Renton with the Book of Death.
"Renton did you read all that by yourself?" He asked, giving the child a pinch on the cheek.
His only response was a innocent chortle.
"Leland's got to see this." Tommy scoop Renton and the book up and headed to the lounge where Leland was carving a pumpkin.
"Leland! Leland! You're not gonna believe this! Mini-shaker read this whole page by himself! Aloud!" Tommy gushed, clutching to book.
"Check it out-" It was at that moment Tommy realized what he was holding and what just happened. Tommy knew five languages, English, Romanian, Spanish, Cantonese, and one reserved for special matters. In the entirety of their vocabularies only one word was apt.
"Fuck"