Disclaimer: Dog City doesn't belong to me, but I wish it did ...
Summary: Ace reveals that he, Bugsy Vile, Eddie, and Rosie O'Gravy were no fever-dream
"Bugsy!"
"Rosie!"
"Eddie!"
"Bugsy!"
"Rosie!"
"Eddie!"
This was all wrong. Yeah, sure, they meant well; but they didn't have a clue. The kid was down and out on the bed, and the funny farm was out in force, arguing about who got to the antidote first. It wasn't about the race anymore, our future, our very existence was on the line if we didn't beat that cheap knock off Cat City. I'd tried and tried to talk to them, set them straight. Even though Artie was drawing, the magic wasn't there like it was Eliot.
There was a tingling sensation under my skin, and it wasn't mange. Something yanked my tail, my eyes closed as I yelped in pain and when I opened them ... darkness. I wasn't alone though, there was Bugsy, then Eddie, and Rosie too! Then and there I figured it all out. It was the magic, the bond between me and Eliot had kicked into high-gear and put us in his fever dreams. The heat was almost unbearable, poor kid probably could have fried and egg just by holding it. The four of us gave him what strength we had to spare before we were pulled back to out world of paper and paint. I managed to linger for another few moments before the bond pushed me out. And then I heard five beautiful, lucid words.
"Could you keep it down?"