Chapter Twelve

"What happened to him!" Clarabelle was in tears.

"He's been possesed by the Blot, he's going start losing himself." Gus said in horror.

Oswald shook his head in disbelief. "Once Horace loses himself completely he can never change back."

"He'll be erased from existance." Ortensia was terrified.

"Is there a way to undo this?" Minnie asked.

"I don't know..." Oswald solemly replied.

Thinner Horace looked at Clarabelle and their son ready to kill them both with out care or remorse.

"There you are." he growled under his breath he started to walk slowly towards them with his fingers dripping thinner.

Everyone tried to back him off, but as the same Thinner Horace tossed and shoved them aside. He started to shoot thinner through his left hand, everyone dodged Thinner Horace's deadly attack. Clarabelle couldn't bear for anyone to suffer at his hands, she decided to face him even if he took her own life. Clarabelle tearfully hugged the baby tight and handed him to Ortensia.

"Clarabelle," Ortensia had tears rolling down her eyes. "please don't do this."

Clarabelle solemly replied. "I have to stop him myself, if Horace and I don't make it please take good care of our son."

Ortensia was starting to cry."We'll raise him like he's our own." As she said it, the baby began to whimper.

"Clarabelle don't! He's gonna kill you!" Oswald and Mickey shouted.

Clarabelle ignored everyone's plea and ran to Horace, soon they stood face to face. Clarabelle was terrified but was willing to save Horace and their son even if she had to die for it.

"Horace please come back, I know you're still there." Clarabelle walked closer to him.

Thinner Horace growled and grabbed Clarabelle by her arms, they were staring in each others eyes, Clarabelle could see what no one around her could see. She could see in his eyes that he was fighting the Blot inside, suddenly she felt her arms burning for Thinner Horace dug his fingertips inside her arms, feeling the thinner burning her. Clarabelle didn't scream but she simply wimpered in pain, she could feel her ink and paint starting to melt away.

Inside the thinner melting Horace, the real Horace was fighting the blot. No paintbrush and no weapons, he and Clarabelle were doomed to die. Horace fled from the blotlings and did whatever he could to keep them and the blot from killing him. Clarabelle was watching the whole thing as she tried to stop him from killing them both.

"Fight him, fight him! Don't let him kill you!" Clarabelle cried.

Suddenly Clarabelle was becoming weak from losing her paint, she was even about to collapse but she wasn't giving up. Not for her life but more importantly she wasn't giving up on the family that she and Horace started.

Meanwhile everyone else was fending off whatever machine or surviving bloting came towards them, making sure that no harm came to each other and the newborn baby. Thinner Horace let go of Clarabelle's right arm in order to shoot more thinner at the one's fighting. The thinner was aiming towards Goldie couldn't move fast, but in a heroic turn Scrooge jumped in front of her in which the thinner hit him on the side. One of the Lonesome Ghost tried dragged Scrooge away from the fight but Scrooge wasn't going down and continued to fight the blotlings.

"No little drop of thinner is taking me down, not now, not ever!" Scrooge shouted

Goldie thought to herself. "That ol' coot, he always never gave up and he still ain't."

Clarabelle meanwhile, had to stop him from killing them both, so she slowly leaned towards him and kissed him. His lips were dripping thinner burning her once more, however it didn't stop her but the ink and paint on both of them had stopped melting.

Back inside, Horace was able to see the outside and discovered Clarabelle was hurt from his thinner self harming. Suddenly he could hear the cries of his son echo throughout. Horace decided not to run but to face the blot head on, but he felt something in his jacket pocket. He reached in and pulled out a paintbrush.

A message was carved on it. "For the darkest hour..." Horace knew right away it was from Yen Sid. He quickly pointed the brush at the Blot ; there was no turning back, for Horace the outcome was uncertain.

"We're taking back what's ours." Horace shouted.

On the outside,Horace's eyes returned to normal as the blot started to melted away from him. But as the blot melted away all the blotlings faded to nothing, Clarabelle looked at him and hugged him tightly. He looked at her and saw happened to her with a tear running down his eye.

"Clarabelle," Horace hugged her tightly. "What were you thinking? I could've killed you."

"You could say I was returning the favor." She smiled.

Horace suddenly realized everyone was staring at them blushing Ortensia even covered the baby's eyes, this caused him to blush numerous shades of red. Both of them looked at each other and realized they were still partly erased. Mickey sprayed them both with paint restoring them back to normal. Soon Oswald scooped up the last of the blot into a flask given to him by Yen Sid.

Gus asked. "What's gonna happen to the Blot now?"

" I don't know," Oswald replied. "But he's trapped in the flask perminately."

Ortensia walked up to Horace and Clarabelle. "Someone's waiting to see his mommy and daddy." she then handed the baby to them.

The newly parents hugged their son and realized they haven't even given him a name.

"So any ideas for the baby's name." Mickey asked.

Everyone wondered as well.

" I think we'll call him Jr." Horace said.

Clarabelle gave him a puzzled look and replied. "I think it's too cliche, how about something like Jack"

Horace had to think about it for a second. "I like it, Jack it is then."

"Welcome to the world, uh I mean Wastelan- eh... Oh welcome to life Jack."

"Well Horace, Lil' Jack's gonna have four hundred and twenty playmates." Oswald laughed.

Some time had passed and there was a large party to celebrate our heroes victory and the final part of recontruction of both worlds. Horace was holding Jack on his lap and enjoying his large slice of cake, when suddenly the baby was cooing and stretched his little hands wanting a little bit of the cake.

Horace smiled and giggled. "You want some cake Jack. That's my boy."

Clarabelle walked by and said. "Don't even think about giving Jack cake Horace, he's not even teething yet."

"Oh, one slice won't hurt him." Horace replied.

Clarabelle gave him the look that meant "No".

"Sorry son." Horace said to his son. Suddenly the baby began to make what would be the most cutest sad face.

When Clarabelle walked away, Horace got an idea.

"Don't tell your mother about this." Horace smiled.

He took Jack's bottle and opened it, he cut a portion of his cake slice, placed the piece in the bottle closing it and shook the bottle, Jack was cooing the whole time. Horace gave the bottle back to Jack and to his surprise Jack loved it.

"That's my boy." Horace giggled.

Little did he know Clarabelle was right there the whole time, Horace finally looked up and saw Clarabelle. She gave him the look that said. "Really Horace, you just had to" .

"Well now we know our little Jack likes cake." Horace made grin that made him seem like he was in trouble.

Clarabelle simply sighed and said. " Like father, like son."

Meanwhile at the courtyard of the castle, Oswald and Mickey dug a very deep hole to bury the flask. The two finally crawled out of the hole as Oswald dropped the flask in .Soon they filled the hole with fresh soil and walked back to join the party.

"Uh Oswald there's something I have to say." Mickey said nervous.

"What's wrong?"

"I still have a tiny bit of the Blot inside me."

Oswald froze and swallowed hard. "Well no one's gonna extract it anytime soon."

"Let's hope not."

The End?