Chapter 4 - Figment The Father
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"We share a magic daaaaay! We share enchanted niiiiiiiiiiights!" Figment sung to the egg. "It's a neverending story, that together we all write! It's been a part of me! It's been a part of you! Part of growing up together! Sharing a dreeeaaam come true!"
Figment laughed as he pulled the egg into a hug. A few weeks had passed since Mickey dropped off the egg, and despite his initial quelms, Figment was loving having it there.
"Good morning kiddo! Well I guess you're not a kid yet, you're an egg. Good morning Eggo!" Figment went over to his stone closet and pulled out a yellow sweater, his name printed near the bottom in dark red letters. "It's a little chilly this morning eh? I gotta get you one of these."
He sat next to the egg and nuzzled it. "I'll have to knit you one." He poofed a pair of knitting needles and thread into existence. He leaned back, putting one foot on top of another and got to work, humming It's a Small World under his breath.
He was working on it for a while until a cracking sound caught his attention. His ears twitched as he looked over at the egg. "Eggy? Is that you?"
The shell off the egg had a fresh crack on it, new ones forming all around. Figment gasped and accidentally poofed his knitting needles out of existence. "You're hatching! I … I gotta go tell Mickey!"
He was about to fly off but paused. "But I don't wanna leave you all alone when you hatch …. You're … you're just a baby ain't ya?"
Figment got out his tablet and sent a message: Hey Cuckoo Loca! The egg's hatching! I don't wanna leave the little guy alone when they hatch, so can you be a pal and tell Mickey for me?
Thanks!
Fi G M ent
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Max scooted on the grassy knoll, starting to crawl towards Goofy, giggling. Goofy smiled as he put his arms out. "Here Maxie! Come to daddy, Maxie!"
He laughed more as he crawled towards him.
Cuckoo Loca sighed happily from a branch on a nearby tree. "They're so cute at this age …."
She was startled by a sudden ringing. Oh, I got a message. She took out her tablet to check. From Figment.
Hey Cuckoo Loca! The egg's hatching! I don't wanna leave the little guy alone when they hatch, so can you be a pal and tell Mickey for me?
Thanks!
Fi G M ent
Cuckoo Loca's eyes lit up as she flew down from her perch. "Mickey! Mickey! Miiiiickey!"
Everyone looked at her, curiously.
"What's wrong?" Mickey asked. "Is something wrong?"
"Yes … .. no … .. wait .. . I … .. I don't know … .. but, the egg is hatching!" Cuckoo Loca exclaimed.
Mickey's eyes widened. "The egg's hatching? Gosh! We gotta get over there!"
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Figment paced back and forth nervously as the egg continued to crack and shell scattered all over the ground. "Oh no, what am I going to do? What if they hatch before Mickey gets here? What if they cry? I can't take care of babies!"
He sat back down next to the egg and held onto it. "Don't worry buddy, I'll try my best, all right?"
Figment sighed anxiously as he leaned back into the leaf pile and looked to the sky. "What am I going to do?"
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"There we go Maxie." Goofy said as he picked up his son. Max grabbed onto one of Goofy's ears and giggled as he tugged on it. Goofy smiled and kissed his cheek gently. "You excited Maxie?"
Max replied by chewing on his hand.
"I'm ready." Cuckoo Loca said, landing on Mickey's head. "But, you're sure it's …. Uh … what did you call it? Bee knife?"
"Benign." Mickey said. "And yeah, whatever hatches from the egg will be just fine."
"It better be." Donald grumbled.
"Donald, relax." Daisy said, grabbing onto his arm gently. "If Mickey says it's fine, it's fine."
"We got everyone?" Mickey asked.
"Fifi! Pluto! Fluffy! Figaro!" Minnie called her and Mickey's pets to attention. The four lined up, fully attentive. "We're all set."
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Figment covered his eyes and shuddered. He peeked at the egg through his fingers before clamping his eyes shut again. Why am I so scared? It's just a baby …. Just a being with little to no imagination …. .. I shouldn't be scared …. It's just completely incomprehensible to me … no … no big deal ….. …. .. ...
He shivered and hugged his knees to his chest. I just hope Mickey gets here soon …. ….
Figment glanced back at the egg. A bright blue clawed hand burst through the shell.
He gasped and grabbed his tail tightly, twisting it back and forth. Oh no no no no no no no ….. Mickey where are you!?
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Cuckoo Loca frowned as she landed on Minnie's head.
"Oh! Aren't you just excited to see the new baby?" Minnie asked her.
The little bird forced a smile. "Y .. yeah, it's gonna be great …"
"I even made a special bow for them!" Minnie said, showing her wrapped present. "Daisy and I put a lot of hard work in it."
Cuckoo Loca forced a smile. "Oh that …. that's great! I … I can't wait to see it …" She fluttered over to Donald and sat on his hat, sighing a little bit. "Oh Donald, you don't trust this egg either do you?"
"Of course not!" Donald spat. "Mickey just put all that evil in an egg and he's trying to tell us it's safe? That's phooey!"
"I agree." Cuckoo Loca said. "I just wish everyone else did .. ..."
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A small, blue, scaly head burst through the egg shell, looking around curiously with big, bright, lavender eyes. She clawed her way out and stumbled onto the ground, chin first. Now Figment was able see she was a baby dragon. Her tiny wings waved back and forth as she tried to stagger up.
Figment gripped his tail tightly and panicked. "Oh no …. Oh dear …. What do I do? There's a baby … ... Miiiiiickey … .."
The baby dragon babbled as she crawled towards Figment. He whimpered as he backed up more. "H … hello there Eggy … uh I … I mean I guess you're not Eggy anymore, huh?" He let out an anxious chuckle. "Uh …. .. I … .. I … .. please …. … help …. .."
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Mickey and his friends made it to the hill just outside of Figment's relm, Figonia.
Cuckoo Loca sighed as she dug deeper into Donald's hat. "Here we go .. …."
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Figment was cornered against a tree by a baby, who was giggling and drooling. He tried to distract himself and caught sight of her back scales that matched his in color. He looked at his arm to confirm, then back at her.
She sat down in front of him and babbled. She let out a hiccup followed by a small puff of purple fire.
Figment examined her closer. Although her horns were a sickly green, the curvature of them seemed awfully familiar. He stroked his own horns gently, feeling the shape of them.
"Wait … .. are you … ..?"
"Figment!"
Figment looked up to see Mickey and the others coming over the hill. He sighed in relief. "Oh thank goodness you're here!"
Donald and Cuckoo Loca were still on the defensive, staying close by Mickey's side as he approached the baby dragon.
"Hey there little guy!" Mickey said as he picked her up. "Aren't you a cutie?"
He turned to show the others. "Isn't she just adorable?"
"... .. Yes .. …" Cuckoo Loca hesitated.
Minnie giggled. "Oh Mickey, she's adorable! And I've got the perfect bow for her!" She held the box out to them.
The baby dragon sniffed the box before letting out a small squee and digging her claws into the wrapping. She stuck her head in and pulled out the orange bow, gumming it.
Minnie giggled as she grabbed it and placed it on the baby's head. "Now you look even cuter!"
When Figment got closer, Donald stood slightly in front of him, eyeing the baby curiously. "M … .. .. Mickey?"
"Yeah?" Mickey replied, looking back at him.
"Wh .. … .. why does she look like me?" Figment asked.
Mickey looked between him and the baby dagron, mentally making comparisons between the two of them. "Gosh, I ... .. I don't know. You spent a lot of time with her, maybe your magic had something to do with it?"
"Really?" Figment looked at her more. "So she's … my daughter."
Mickey shrugged. "If you want her to be your daughter, I guess she is."
"But Mickey .. …" Donald tried to protest.
Figment grabbed the baby dragon from Mickey's arms. "Yeah … … .. Yeah she is my daughter!"
"But .. … ..." Cuckoo Loca tried to interject.
"Gawrsh, what are you going to name her, Figment?" Goofy asked, bouncing his own baby up and down slightly.
"Hmmmmmmm .. …. ..." Figment tapped his chin.
She hiccuped again and a small purple flame puffed into the air.
"I've got it! Spark! My little Spark … … ..."