"I really should get back, least I put more stress on Blacky's shoulders." Harry felt nervous about seeing the large rabbit, after everything he had been told in the past few hours.
'Meeting Fenrir, it's so bizarre. He's nothing like I imagined.' He thought, gazing upon the fading sun and feeling confused. Misfit cooed from his shoulder, sensing his mood and trying to calm him.
"What should I do Misfit? I don't know what to make of this, is Fenrir really a bad guy or is everyone being misleading?" Harry rubbed his face with a groan, his mind hurting with conflicting thoughts.
Misfit could only coo at his friend, unsure of how to help.
"Merlin didn't see him as a threat, and yet from the stories I was told Fenrir was the one who sent Blacky to the Pit." He sighed, a frown growing on his face.
The teen was unsure of how to process the day's events, he felt conflicted in telling his guardian that he met the man that sent him to his doom centuries ago or keeping silent.
"At the end of the day, he's still considered wanted by many even with his memory loss." The hairs on Harry's neck rose at the voice, eyes searching for the source. Misfit wiggled against him, frightened as well.
"Who are you?!" He barked, holding his Pencil outward like a sword. A cooing laughed echoed in the air as blood red eyes appeared in the shadows.
"Do not worry for who I am, young one. Worry for What I am." The shadow tittered, slithering on the ground like a snake, ready to strike.
"As for what I am, you'll find out soon enough." It cackled loudly before a large black hand grew from the shadows and swatted the teen into it's depths.
"You've lingered to long in the land of toons, it's time to join the land of flesh once again."
"Have a good nap sleeping beauty?" A gruff voice woke Harry from his forced slumber, mismatched eyes squinting against the bright light of the lamps.
"How did I get back to Hogwash?" He asked, yawning after. Blacky hummed at the question, not at all sure.
"I don't really know, Bendy just told me you transported here unconscious." He shrugged, but there was concern in his amber gaze.
"How was your time in the toon world? Find the answers you were looking for?" Harry nodded, feeling slightly bad for keeping his meeting with Fenrir a secret, he didn't know how the elder who react to that knowledge.
"It was kinda hard to really get around, with the closing of Districts and such, but the Disney District was really interesting." Blacky chuckled as he stacked another pile of files onto the desk.
"If you thought that was cool, wait till we really delve into the more advanced districts like the gaming ones such as Capcom, I know you'll have a riot with those." He rambled, fluttering around the room and putting things in order. Harry watched him, a fondness in his eyes.
"I talked with Ansem the Wise today, he tells me we're related." He told the toon softly, and was rewarded with his tense and frozen state. Blacky peeked at him, a fear in his eyes at the words.
"O-oh? He said that? Well, he isn't wrong but I was hoping you'd find out later rather then now-"
"Why didn't you tell me?" Harry wasn't as hurt now as he was before, only confused. Blacky bit his lip, ears twitching in nervousness.
"I didn't know how you'd take it, I mean what normal person wants a giant cartoon rabbit as a relative? Much less one that's so broken it'll take years to fix? Hell, I don't even wanna be related to me." The toon was rambling, his whole body tensed in fear. Harry reached over and gently tapped him on his nose, drawing his attention.
"You forget I'm not normal, never have been. I think every kid would be excited for a living cartoon to be related to them, especially one as cool as you." He listed, running his fingers through Blacky's fur, earning a soft purr from him.
"I'm glad we're related, maybe I can turn into a rabbit too." The toon barked a laugh, rolling his eyes.
"Sure kid, we can totally see." There were small tears in his eyes, Harry paid them no mind as he hugged the toon, burying his face in warm fur. "Don't leave me." He murmured, glancing at the elder toon. Blacky huffed, but wrapped his arms tight around the smaller teen.
"I'll try kid, I'll try."
"Time is running out for you soon Blacky, the shadows are stirring, waiting for their chance." Red eyes glanced upon the castle from the trees, watching. Waiting.
"Will you be strong enough to stop them? Or be engulfed within them? Only time will tell."
Ain't dead yet.
Shorter chap, hope ya'll are enjoying this story!