A/N: I haven't done one of these in a long time. It's a one-shot, review if you wish, I appreciate them. I find disclaimers unnecessary. The creator of a multi-million dollar franchise wouldn't write fanfiction and post it on a website, now would he?
Word Count: 400 words
The Lispering Willows
The wonder wood is quiet, though a lingering hint of darkness can be felt just throughout every corner, hidden expertly among the harmonious scenery.
"Gawrsh, I think we lost him," he says to Donald, a hand cupping his chin. They stop and look around, just to be sure. "Sora, coulda sworn he was with us a few seconds ago," Goofy is under a drooping giant blade of grass, morning dew spills on his hat but he doesn't seem to notice. Pit, pat. Pit, pat.
Donald is at first skeptical, as he is of most things, though he mellows down upon checking his surroundings, "Phooey, for once I think you're right."
"Do ya think we should go back?" asks the knight, concerned for his friend, but too lost to think of a plan without another mind. Whispers swarm the wood, butterflies shaped like toast fly overhead without a care.
"We pretty much have to now," the duck sighs and rubs his head with his staff. They can't search for Alice while searching for the boy as well, she's the only one who knows the way out. The mage wants to leave but knows that all is for one and one is for all, and that a friend indeed comes for a friend in need.
They turn around and retrace their steps.
The flowers continue to mumble and murmur throughout the wood. Goofy believes he hears singing at one point, but Donald dismisses it at his mind playing tricks on him. Flowers don't sing.
"Wait," Goofy stops, Donald sighs once more with a hand grasping at his aching temples, "Shucks, didn't we come in that way?"
"Hmph," Donald snaps with a scowl as he approaches the path they once rode, a lily stands in its place, he's not sure if it was there before, "'Course not, ya big palooka. Don'tcha see 'tha big weed in the way?" the duck whacks the lily and leans on it, it doesn't budge an inch. "How could we have come in from here if this big flower was blocking our way?"
It is at that moment that all other whispers come to a halt. The lily blooms unbeknownst to Donald, and sends a ominous lisp that spreads from his ear to his heart, in the form of an impossible query that has long gone unanswered.
"Why is it always a car that ruins a fictitious relationship?"