"It's been so long since I've had to act human, it's kinda tiring." Blacky sighed as he tossed the uniform tie to the side, unconcerned for where it landed.
Courage hummed from his place on the bed, not seeming to be paying him any mind as he undressed.
"Act human? You're talking like you were human before Blacky." Bendy commented as he appeared from the shadows.
Blacky looked at him from the corner of his eye. "I was human, a very long time ago." Still in his transformed state the toon sat down on a chair and faced the three younger ones.
"I wasn't always like this," His eyes took on a far a way look as he thought back to his past.
"I don't remember much of my childhood, being an orphan and passed around like a used book dulls out the harsher memories in life. It was only me and my brother against the world, we had nothing, not even names.
The people running the orphanage often called us by numbers, I was 1412, my brother was 1413. It really felt like we weren't humans at all to them, just numbers.
So, my brother and I escaped from there and we hid out in the woods until we were of age to get jobs.
My brother took up writing while I was drawn in by the art works being displayed in the museums. They blew my mind with their creativity, with their styles and colours.
I begged to the teachers at the colleges but they merely laughed at me and kicked me to the curb. I was heartbroken, my dreams of being an artist were far out of my reach.
Until my brother approached me with a proposal from an up and coming artist named Walt Disney. The man was clearly mad, but his artwork was amazing.
He wanted to gather young artists to help in his company. My brother and I had agreed to help and we packed up our belongings and followed him. Boy did that change my life forever.
I finally had a chance at being great. But then, something wrong happened in the company. Walt had no idea that one of his employees had brought with him disaster.
Soon, many of the young artists were grouping off to become bigger names than Disney, leaving behind me and my brother. My brother had cursed their names and Disney's, saying that the two of us can make it on our own, leaving us once again poor.
I was enraged with my brother, demanding why he said such foolish things, when he presented me with two pieces of parchment paper. He had said he had gone to a voodoo priest, begging for a way to become powerful.
The priest had given him the parchment and told him to draw what represents you the most and you will become powerful. I was doubtful of the story, but my brother convinced me to go along with his plan.
How foolish I was back than.
We each had our own ink pots, my brother telling me we need to mix the ink with our blood. I was very hesitant to do voodoo, but my brother went on ahead and drew out his character.
I watched as the image grew on the paper before a large black furred biped wolf filled the page. It had large claws and spiky fur kinda like a hedgehog. My brother didn't like the comment and added a sword and fangs to make it scary.
Of course I snorted at his attempt and he urged me to draw mine. I huffed at his impatient behaviour but went along. I had thought about making my character like a Japanese anime but decided against it in favour of making a biped rabbit.
My brother had scoffed at the image but I just kept drawing. My rabbit was a bit lanky, with pure white fur and golden eyes that stared deep into ones soul. He had tucks on his lower jaw and short horns between his ears. His tail would be long, like a dragons, and his paws were human-like to hold onto things.
After signing my name, my brother and I stepped back to admire our works. Of course that was the moment our lives changed, and not for the better. I felt dizzy, my eyes were going blurry and the last thing I saw was my brother keeling over before darkness.
I awoke sometime later, feeling sluggish and slightly hungry. I stood from the ground, mind still foggy when I heard a growl echo from my side. I turned to the noise and there it was. The nastiest sight I've ever seen.
A large black furred beast laid on it's side a few feet from me, sharp eyes watching my actions. 'Max? Is that you?' It spoke, startling me. 'Fenrir? Why the hell do you look like that?' The wolf gave a wheezing laugh as he waved over at me.
'You should look at yourself too brother. I think the voodoo magic worked!' He was ecstatic that it worked, but I felt dread fill me as I looked down at my large hands.
What have I become?
A monster?
What the hell was I?
My brother didn't seem concerned as he moved his new body around. 'I can feel the power coursing through my veins, with it we can take down those who've wronged us and make them pay!' He cackled in glee but I didn't really hear him at the moment.
My mind swirled, thinking of ways to transform myself back into human, when a sudden urge in my core startled me.
A feeling of hunger unlike anything I'd ever felt seemed to almost consume me, making my eyes go red and my mouth to water. Fenrir grinned madly at my vile transformation, seemingly pleased with my control slipping.
'Let the beast out brother, let's burn this city to the ground.' He howled and I soon joined him, all rational thoughts leaving me as we smashed through the walls of the apartment we were staying out.
The people around the area screamed in terror as my brother and I tore through the streets, knocking down cars and destroying buildings. In my deluded mind I was unable to decipher between friend or foe, and slaughtered innocent lives.
My brother was having a grand time with his killings, the bullets hitting him had no effect and they rebounded off and right back at the shooters. The whole city was a massacre, destruction and chaos filled the area, and my brother and I still kept going. We had so much energy in our bodies and since we weren't human anymore the concept of sleep was all but gone.
And just as we were gonna leave the barely standing city to spread more chaos, several beings of light appeared before us.
Fenrir snarled at them, the purity surrounding them seeming to anger him. I however felt oddly peaceful in their presence, even as they chained the both of us down and sealed our power.
My brother had put up a nasty fight, but all the anger of the past hour seemed to leave me in a burst of air, making me regret my actions.
Our destruction had horrid consequences, we both were sentenced to an eternity in the Pit of Oblivion, never to see the light ever again. Of course there was a way for us to escape, but that required us to have offspring who inherited our special eye colour. T
he Beings of Light made sure we could never escape, by destroying any possible means. Even if it meant killing them off.
And so we sat in darkness for centuries, our minds and bodies slowly fading away. Any memory of us was washed away, never to see the light of day, until I felt something tug at my soul.
The tug wasn't very strong, but I latched on tightly as it whisked me way from the Pit and into a large house filled with toons. I recognized many of them, but some were new to me.
Before I had the chance to fully look I met a young boy who had the same coloured eyes I did when I was human. He seemed lost in how to use them, so I helped him out a bit and he had asked me a question I couldn't answer truthfully.
Being in the Pit for so long, my fur had darkened to a blackish colour, so I played it off by calling myself an unfinished toon, which wasn't wrong seeing as I'm currently missing several things on me, but I digress.
The boy seemed upset, but I steered him back into his original goal and he brought me back to the living. The name he gave me was a bit childish, but I wanted a fresh start so I left it alone. Of course as I appeared his mother walked in an fainted at the sight of me, not a very good first impression.
So, from there I started to try and teach the boy about his gifts, while trying not to give myself away."
"So Harry's the reason you're the way you are now?" Bendy asked as Blacky reverted back into his toon-self. The rabbit nodded, a small smile on his face. "The boys magic had called to me and freed me from my prison."
"I get that, but how did it call you? I thought you said your eye-thing was heredity?" Bendy titled his head confused as the taller fiddled around the room. Blacky chuckled softly at the question.
"Magic is a strange thing, it found a loop hole in the whole affair." He gestured to his own eyes.
"Voodoo is black magic, so when my brother and I put blood in the ink we were leaving a trace of ourselves in old magic. From there the magic slumbered until someone with a similar kind of magic came along and awakened it." Bendy's eyes widen at that.
"Harry's transplants, the doctor had said that the eyes were brown right?" That's what Harry had told them when they asked.
"Exactly, the magic inside the brat awakened my bloodline, which transformed the boy's eyes into a more advanced version of mine. That's how I was able to escape from the Pit." Blacky sat down on the bed beside Courage, ruffling the fur on his chest.
The little demon toon gave a thoughtful hum as he sat in the shadows. "Have you told Harry any of this?"
"No, there hasn't been a good time to tell him."
"You can't make him wait to long, you've gotta tell him that you're basically his ancestor." Blacky sighed, eyes old and tired. "I know, I just don't want to make his life hard. He's happy wandering other worlds and making friends." The toon looked down at his paws.
"He'll be having a grand time while I slowly fade from existence and become nothing more than an after thought, the boy deserves it. He won't want an old toon like me around, he'll have you lot with him." Blacky side-eyed the other toon.
"Harry'll realise I'm out-dated and will leave me behind, just like I did with my own drawings." Bendy didn't know how to comfort the toon as he sat quietly on the bed, a mournful look on his face and old eyes gazing out the window.
Harry was glade the Chocobros had picked him and Misfit up, seeing as they were kinda lost. "At least we're kinda where we need to be." After all, Kingdom Hearts is a part of Square Enix isn't it? The only blonde in the car bumped shoulders with him, a grin on his face.
"Nice to have you with us again Harry, how's school treating you?"
"Eh it's alright, I'd rather stay in the toon world to be honest though." He smiled when the other ruffled his hair. "Well, you're more than welcome to travel with us, we were on our way to the districts when we bumped into you two." Ignis spoke from the drivers seat.
"Yeah, we were gonna pick up Noctis from his meeting with Mickey." Prompto commented as he leaned back in the car-seat.
"King Mickey is in the districts? I thought he was off-world." Harry asked as Misfit perked up in his lap. Gladiolus snorted from his spot in the front. "He was, but a sudden meeting was called and he had to return early, something about a rouge toon causing havoc in the real-world."
The boy felt a shiver run up his spine at that, causing him to frown.
'Why do I feel a sudden forlorn feeling that life is gonna get harder for us?' He thought as the car left the road and into a portal.