After being stuck in the hospital for several more days Harry was finally released into the care of the foster family that would be taking care of him.
Harry wasn't very comfortable with their worrying and kind actions, preferring to stay in his room until they either forced him out or if he was called.
Taking that time alone, he began to focus on the main issue at hand. Cartoon animals seemed to fill this house to the brim, peeking in through the cracks of the door, to bing in the mirror when he passed by. They seemed harmless, at the moment.
After watching them for who knows how long he finally gave in to his curiosity. "What are you?" He asked one as they passed. The Toon, an upright grey rabbit with a white belly, looked startled at him. "Eh, you can see me doc?" Harry didn't know what that meant. "Of course I can, the family here however can't." The rabbit seemed curious to him, "No one can see us kid. We're toons." He gestured to the other animals walking around.
"Then if you can't be seen, why can I see you?" "Beats me, hey I've gotta bounce. If you need anything just ask for Bugs Bunny."
Harry could tell the foster family that took him in were looking at him oddly as he spoke to thin air overtime they thought they weren't looking.
In reality he was asking the other toons if they knew what was going on. It wasn't until he asked another rabbit that he got an idea. The toon he asked wasn't like the others, with such dark colours and an aura around it that made him feel nervous. "You've got magic eyes kid." Harry had figured as much.
"Those implants of yours belonged to an animator, a really creative one. They, along with your magic made us real to you." The rabbit's ears twitched. " So I've got magic eyes than?" "You said it, not me." "What else can they do?" "You tell me, you're using them right now."
Harry seemed to be excited as he ran over to his desk and pulled out a pencil. The writing utensil was a simple one, nothing grand about it. He ran back to the rabbit. "Since you said I've got the animator's eyes, do you think I could possibly have his gift?" The rabbit rubbed his chin. "It's a possibility, give it a try. focus your magic into that pencil of yours." Harry did as instructed, feeling a warm tingle erupt from his hand as the magic flowed down like a river toward the pencil.
It glowed a soft purple before changing. Harry gazed in awe at the newly formed object in his hand. It appeared to be the same pencil, if you count the glowing purple and blue veins crawling through it. "That's a cool pencil, give it a go." The rabbit passed over a piece of paper.
Harry looked in confusion. "Uh," "Don't look with your brain, look with your heart." "That's super cheesy." "Shut up and do it." Harry calmed himself, shutting off the outside noise, he focused on the paper before him.
He felt a pull from within his chest and his hand began to move. With skilled accuracy he didn't know he possessed he had drew the image of the rabbit before him. "Awesome." Harry was in awe, the picture looked good! Not like the crap he drew in class, this was high class art! The rabbit chuckled. "You're not quite done yet kid." "What more am I missing?" "How about a name?" "A name?" "Yeah, to really bring the image alive." Harry scrunched up his face in thought.
A light bulb appeared over his head. "How about Blacky?" "What?" "Well because of your fur." "It's only like this because I'm an unfinished toon." Harry seemed upset at that. "What's that?" "An unfinished toon is something of an outcast in the community, kinda like the beggars and homeless. They don't have a place if they aren't complete."
"That's terrible."
"Ah it's not so bad, I'm not all happy-go lucky like my other counterpart is."
"Your counterpart?" "you've met him before, Bugs Bunny." "Oh!" "Yeah, he's the most popular toon you'll ever meet. But I digress." The rabbit waved at the paper.
"Do your thing already, you're wasting my nap time."
Harry nodded. "Alright, here goes." He wrote the name Blacky under the image and was amazed as colour bloomed over the character.
"Are you seeing this-you're glowing!" Harry watched in shock as the rabbit began to brighten and become more like the image on the paper. "What's happening?" "You've brought a live your first toon brat." He gave a bow, amber eyes mischievous. "Congrats."
Harry looked at the rabbit. "So, when I completed your character, you came to life?" "Yup." "That's amazing." The newly named Blacky bowed his head in thanks.
"If I did that for other toons would they also come to life?" "Don't know, you tell me. You're the animator, you decide." "Decide?"
A scream startled him as he quickly turned around. One of the adults, the mother, was staring at the two with fear in her eyes. "Can she see you?" "Of course, you brought me to life." "How do I undo it?" The woman fainted, leaving Harry to panic.
Blacky whacked him over the head with a mallet. "Calm yourself, She's fine." "How can I be calm when she collapsed?!" He gripped his hair, breathing hard.
Blacky rolled his eyes and wandered over to the fallen human. Picking her up with ease he settled her on the bed.
" Alright your panicking is getting old." He pulled out what appeared to be a paper bag. "Where'd you-" Harry wasn't able to finish as the bag was placed over his mouth. "Breathe."
Looking up at glaring eyes he did as told. Taking large breathes he began to feel himself calm down. "Better?" "Yeah." "Good."