A/N: Story commissioned by drake202.
It's quiet, the stars are shining far up beyond man's reaches while, the insects unseen by man's naked eyes chirp and make noise, painting a comforting picture to anyone who was raised in the countryside, maybe even in a suburban area.
There are no sounds of music, people, just the forest, and all of its calming soothingness simply for existing.
Yes. This night is calm.
There is nothing going on under the night sky, so clean and beautiful it is that the form of the big dipper, in all its potiness, is hard to spot with how numerous there are stars in the sky but it's there, somewhere, awaiting to have its handle pointed at to find the body of the pot or however it's called.
The little dipper is a beautiful thing, it's form simplistic and obvious to anyone. A pot with a handle. Not the large ones you'd place pasta in but the ones a mother would use to...well, who knows what the mother would do with it.
My dad used it to hit people.
Yes, big dipper. Or is it little dipper? Big? Little? Well, the handle is pretty long, so it'll be the big dipper. Though that's probably wrong.
Anyway, dipper, constellation, the 'du~ daran~ daran~ daran~ daran~ darandiurun~' coming from a small yellow bird as it stalks through the forest within a cage being held by a woman in a camouflaged dress.
Wait, that's wrong. It's the dipper, its graceful pot-like figure, and its exhibitionism kink.
No!
It's the dipper, the pot, and- "Some folks are born made to wave the flag!"
Damn it! The dipper, its exhibitionism kink and the Fortunate Son!
Fuck!
"Listen up," a voice spoke with a stark brooklyn accent, wearing a helmet with a carrot on one side with a card that has the ace of spades on the other, "you see those? They're our enemies-"
"Ooh, the red, white, and blue!"
"they have our bounty!"
"And when the band plays 'Hail to the Chief'!"
"They are a danger to the American people!"
"Oo-oh, th-th-th-th-they p-p-point the c-c-c-cannon at you, L-L-L-Lord."
The stutter-laden voice broke everyone out of their fervor. "God damn it Porky!" A male voice spoke with a slight lisp, removing his helmet to reveal a black duck with a yellow beak, glaring at the soldier who stuttered, raising his own helmet as he sunk into himself.
"Come now," an old lady spoke, her gray hair in a bun as she removed her own helmet, revealing a black line on each cheek with a kind eyes and a birdcage on her left hip, a small yellow bird in it looked around as it continued with the guitar from 'Fortunate Son', "he can't help it."
By her side, a cat slinked forward, arms moving like a car as he licked his lips, reaching up for the birdcage, the bird's singing becoming frantic as he slowly reached up. His hand touched the opening, he flicked it open, he was eating dirt. The old lady slowly removed her leg from the cat's head as she hummed in disappointment. "Unlike this one."
"Ehhh~," the leader spoke, leaning on a rock as he removed the carrot from his helmet, "I wouldn't know, Porky's always been stutterin' ya know?"
"Besides, it looked like Doc was about to stop us anyway." The bunny said, removing his helmet to reveal two long ears, twitching as he munched on the carrot. Meanwhile, the rest of the group turned to a young man, his hair was blond and messy, reaching his jaw and hiding his eyes, he wore a red shirt under a black jacket with baggy black jeans and blue sneakers. His eyes had bags under them but he still gave the different people assembled a smile.
"It's fine Bugs, just, hyaah~," he yawned, interrupting his sentence as the others began mimicking his actions despite neither being physical entities or capable of exhaustion, "a bit tired, I wanna get this over with, I might be able to let one of you out for a bit." The young man blinks, looking up as he mutters out, "Who's turn is it today?"
As one, the gathered individuals scrunched up and turned to a skunk, holding a rose in his mouth as suddenly, the young man was not feeling so confident. "You know, I think we can hold this off-."
"Now now Ethan," the duck spoke with a lisp as if he was reminding Ethan of something rudimentary, "that's no way to treat your friend."
"You just want to laugh as it all goes wrong, don't you?" Ethan points out as Daffy leans back, hand on his heart.
"Augh!" He put a hand to his head and leaned back. "Augh!" This time, he leaned forward and onto his...knees? "Augh~!" This time, he wore a white snapback with a white button-up and spread his arms as if preaching. Hell, a raincloud appeared above him, making the scene look like something from a music video. "Buddy, friend, amigo, how could you say that?" He asked, his eyes wide and wet with unshed tears.
"With confidence." Ethan retorted, rubbing his eyes in an attempt to get rid of the exhaustion behind them. "And my mouth."
"Now now Daffy." The rabbit spoke, saddling up beside Daffy as he hooked his arm around the duck. "You know that's not how you ask for something when it comes to this guy. Let me show you how it's done."
Bugs Bunny brought Daffy Duck lower, whispering something with audible 'whisper whisper' sounds and what was worse is that Daffy seems to be agreeing.
"Ooh, right, let's try this again." He says, coughing into a fist, his voice progressively becoming higher and higher until Ethan had to cover his ears due to a fear of losing his hearing from how high Daffy's voice is. With one final and loud cough, Ethan groans at how hard his ears are ringing while closing his eyes.
When he opens them, he can't keep the disgusted grimace from his face as he stares at Daffy, the duck in full drag with makeup, a dress and everything but his usual black feathers were caked in white making it horribly obvious that the makeup was applied, not only in a rush, but made horrid on purpose, lipstick on his beak, which is already a shocking image to have in one's mind, but he also had to have painted nails.
A duck. With painted nails.
"Ethan~," he spoke, with the same lisp but at a higher pitch that had Ethan reeling as he had to stop himself from falling into a panic attack at that very moment with how ugly Daffy looked, "go with the skunk after this and makes us laugh, darli- and~ he passed out." Daffy noted as his voice returned to its previous pitch, who's eyes were rolled up and foam was coming out of his mouth. "Damn it, I'm sure it was gonna work too."
"You forgot your eyelashes." Bugs pointed out as he passed a pair of fake eyelashes towards Daffy, who gratefully grabbed them before putting it away in the air. Or a pocket dimension. With this crew, no one knows. "Well, guess we gotta wait for Doc to wake up...again."
"B-b-but, th-th-the bandits are st-st-still in their c-c-c-camp, who knows wh-wh-when he'll w-w-wake up!" Porky pointed out to the rest of the Toons in and out of view.
"Let the boy rest, it won't be any good but he's barely been getting any sleep." Granny spoke as she waited beside the young man. "Not to mention with how confusing this whole thing has been, not only for us since none of us should be here right now or like this."
"Well, Granny, we do kinda come from the delusions of a teenager." Bugs points out as the rest nod along. "And considering what the kid had gone through…"
Nothing else is said as the Toons simply sit there watching the young man. It's not in their nature to question much since they themselves don't exactly adhere to simple things like 'the laws of physics' or 'the laws of the land' and whatnot. They're far better at breaking them than they are at adhering to them at any point.
Regardless, they'll wait. Like they always have.
Bugs munches on a carrot loudly, pointing at the rising sun, "Ehh, think we should wake him up? The bandits are bound to wake up at some point and now that he can't do it while they're asleep he should do it while they're drowsy."
"Oh right, wake up, Ethan." Granny said, gently moving him around to wake him as he snorts awake.
"Granny," he groans, his voice heavy with exhaustion as he continues, "I had the worst nightmare, Daffy was wearing horrid makeup. It was like something out of the Saw movies. And his voice...God, don't get me started on his voice." He groans out in suffering as he holds his head at the pain the memory brought him. "I wanna go to sleep~!" He whines like a child as Granny gently delivers a few slaps.
"Now, now, you have a promise to keep with that nice old man at the nearby village. You promised t clear the nearby bandit hideout by the morning and look!" She points at the sun as Ethan's eyes widen in impending doom, guilt, and anxiety. "There's the morning sun."
"Fuck!" Ethan yells, picking up his chosen weapon and rolls of rope as he dashes out of the bushes.
Left behind, Porky couldn't help but ask, "D-D-Did he forget to p-p-perform r-r-re-rec-recon?"
None of the Tunes answer, looking away as if they were innocent before following after Ethan, anxious to see what was happening.
Meanwhile, Ethan had his teeth grit, forcing on of the bandits on their bed as he tries hogtying them but also impeding them from making too much sound by forcing his forearm onto their throats. "Do! Us! A! Favor! And! Go! To! Sleep!"
The bandit only chokes out a refusal s he tries to wrestle Ethan off, who, despite being slightly malnourished, is fit enough to wrestle most things to the floor with enough force to knock them out.
"C'mon! You've got this Doc!"
"Yeah! Show him who's boss!"
"Woah! Look at him go! He's really choking that snake!" A western voice spoke wearing a cowboy hat with a large red beard and a general wild west theme, guns by his side.
Again and again, Ethan tried to either force the bandit to choke or to knock him out until he began to lose his balance. "Shit. Shit! SHIT! Fuc-argh!" He starts on the floor but is topped by a kick to the stomach as he looks for the weapon he brought with him since his journey in this new world began.
He found it, there on the floor thrown off by his fall as he grabs the pan and swing it towards the bandit's legs, knocking it out as he tried to yell in shock but with a loud thunk, Ethan brought it down onto the Bandit's head and knocking him out.
"Hmmm, what's that Bladimi-fuagh!" The other bandit started waking up, only to be knocked out by a frantic Ethan with a frying pan.
Left in a tent with two unconscious bandit, Ethan started with his part of this whole thing, tying them all up to be picked up by the respective authorities. "Why didn't you wake me?" He growled under his breath.
"Awww, but you looked so cute just snoring away." Granny pokes as Ethan looks away, pouting as he tries to keep his cheeks from warming up and revealing what he felt from the kind words of the old woman.
"I don't snore." He argues but Granny just continues pinching his cheek as he finishes hogtying the bandits.
"Of course you don't." She relents but lets go as he gets back up.
"So, how many bandits are there?" He finally asks as Bugs munches on his carrot, bringing up a gloved finger and humming, his foot tapping the floor a few times as Ethan feels a strange feeling course through his own body, as if he was the one doing the scanning instead of Bugs but doesn't have the understanding Bugs has on the subject.
"Twenty." He says.
"Twenty?!" Ethan asks for confirmation. "But the old man said fifteen?"
"Well someone wasn't paying attention. And considering there are a bunch of towers, it's probably more." Bugs adds as an afternote as Ethan holds both hands in his hair internally panicking.
"Twenty? I can't finish off twenty bandits before going back! Not in the daylight!"
"That's what yer always say!" Yosemite Sam said, coming up and holding Ethan by the ear, "We told ya time and time again, you've gotta get a good night's sleep and also get some actual timekeeping skills! You always leave things 'till the last minute and always feel guilty when the other people are disappointed!"
"Ow! Ow! Ow! Okay! Okay! Fine. I'll get better on that, but guys, I don't think I can do twenty in one morning!" Ethan says, off-handedly knocking out the bandits once more and stuffing rags in their mouths, keeping them from talking.
"Think." Daffy says, putting on glasses and a lab coat as he seems to begin attempting to give a presentation on a chalkboard like some history professor. Though that chalkboard was quickly replaced by apaper as Bugs standed beside him, wearing a WWII uniform with a helmet as he used a pointer to point out x's on it.
"These are enemies." He proceeded to point at a circle. "This is where you are."
"You mean 'we'?" Ethan asks but Bugs shakes his head.
"We're not here physically so it don't count Doc." Bugs interrupts before pointing at him in between the eyes. "Really Doc, I know you're smarter than this but you keep asking questions like that. If you keep asking 'em, I'm making you sweep up the sunlight outside."
Ethan really wanted to ask whether he'd make him do it here and now outside the tent of the bandits he just knocked out, but looking into Bugs' eyes, he understood that the rabbit was being dead serious. He would make him clear out the Bandit's hideout, cut down the nearby trees, sweep up the sun, make a shelter for the victims of the Bandits, then force down some rain using his tears. Then some.
"Then…" Ethan looks at the paper, memorizing the details, only for a bunch of the Tunes gather around with little sticks with x's on them, placing them over the original x's and then making the x's move as Ethan gapes. "Wha-!"
"What are you doing soldier!?" Bugs yells out like a drill instructor, causing Ethan to straighten up his back as he tries to answer.
"Hell ya waiting for partner? Go beat up some outlaws!" Yosemite Sam yelled as his guns went off and Ethan jumped out of the seat, picking up the pan as he ran out of the tent.
"What the-?"
Thunk!
Another bandit hit the floor, before Ethan returned. "Sorry, forgot the rope." he admits with a sheepish smile.
Bugs kindly passes the rope to Ethan before leaning in slowly. "Doc, that's twenty."
Ethan's sheepish smile falls at record-breaking speeds as he looks at Bugs with an exasperated expression. "Really?"
"You know it."
"But this is-!"
"Important, Doc? Can't be, if it was you would've started on this days ago." Bugs kind, relaxed smile became demonic. "I'll hold them 'till later."
This was a game the Tunes played with Ethan, where whenever he procrastinated for too long and did something he shouldn't have he owes them a certain number of things. Maybe it's carrots, or meats, or a certain time doing something else. Usually it's something meant to get a good laugh out of a few people and or Ethan himself whenever he's in a bit of a slump.
But, for some reason, he gets the feeling that Bugs is gonna be holding those twenty for a long while.
Slumping but smiling, Ethan nods. "Right. Then let's get to work."
A second later, the young man was gone, outside the tent wielding some durable rope and a frying pan. He spins it in his hand, keeping low as he ducks under the cloth tents and finds himeslf in another room, this time with two sleeping bandits, thank god.
Tying them up and gagging them in a few minutes, he continues traveling, his head strangely calm without the Toons there to give their own opinion. But if they have an Elementalist, a person, usually female, who contracts 'spirits' to fight for them, they stay quiet, since the first time they fought one led to Ethan's near defeat and capture since the Toons couldn't stay quiet.
At the mention of the Toons, he couldn't help but giggle childishly. From a young age, he always loved every single version of the Loony Tunes so seeing them come to life is always a pleasing day to remember at any and all times, especially when they were a comfort in such dark times. Every time he remembers it he has to stop himself from jumping around in joy.
"Huh, who are-?"
Thunk!
One hit and another unconscious body to add to the pile of bandits he was racking up. Something he's gotten used to ever since coming here since he had to make a living somehow. And, as it turns out, he's really good at knocking out bad guys with a surprising variety of weapons that include, but are not limited to: chairs, tables, cups, jugs, barrels, smoke and a lot more that is not included at this moment.
"Yeah! I saw this girl she was fine, you know what I mean? I mean, she had some nice ti-."
Thunk!
Before the bandit could finish his sentence, Ethan was slowly rising from behind the sixth bandit, frying pan raised before bringing it over his head and right onto the bandit's own with a loud noise that shocked the seventh bandit he was about to knock out.
"Who-!"
Chuck!
Thunk!
The frying pan was thrown, hitting the bandit right in the forehead and knocking him out with an exaggerated noise.
That said, there's something terrifying in doing all this. Despite the bandits' actions, he doesn't want to kill them.
He wasn't a cartoon that can do things like get blown up by a stick of dynamite and come out from the explosion just a bit crispy but alive. He was a normal person with a few skills. And normal people get killed by swords, explosions and can't do what toons can.
This isn't a cartoon but real life, and as long as he's alive, he'd rather not kill trying to do what the toons could and try to come out of it alive. Amidst his inner ramblings, he continued to move, years of practice helping him evade being spotted as the bandits began to become aware at how they're dropping like flies, the bodies of the unconscious bandits nowhere to be found and, in the leader's mind, taken for some reason or other.
"Bonk. Hehehehe." Ethan chuckles at the memory of the sound that was caused by the bandit's head colliding with his frying pan, his exhaustion peering through as he's ducked under the table of the leader, who heard him say what he did. Peering down and bending over to make sure he heard correctly, the bandit's eyes stare into Ethan, who's going a bit delusional from exhaustion as he continues to try and stifle his laughter.
"You…?" He was so shocked he nearly missed Ethan swinging at him, the metal pan grinding against the sharp sword, the two pushing against each other as the bandit pushes Ethan back. "You...weak!" He says with a strong heave, Ethan being sent back as he stumbles back, his eyes just a bit delirious as he continues to softly chuckle while trying to keep it down. "How a clown like you managed to take down so many bandit camps is a shock. I'll take your head you brat!"
At that, Ethan's fight-or-flight response activated as he swung his pan up and against the flat of the bandit's blade to the bandit's shock, "What?"
He tries again, going for an upwards slash only to have it redirected and parried by Ethan as the metal of the frying pan kept strong, the bandits peeking in to see their boss being held back by a simple frying pan. Each clash only barely held back by an exhausted Ethan while the bandit began to panic.
Finally, ducking under a slash, Ethan swung, the pan hitting the leader's stomach as he coughed, only to pass out as Ethan whirls around, hitting the leader's skull with a swipe to the back of his head and the leader falling down unconscious.
The rest of the bandits look up and around, seeing each other as they look at their leader unconscious and the singular young man that knocked him out, ratty and exhausted, they began brandishing their weapons, laughing at their leader and Ethan himself.
"He looks like a street rat!"
"Probably picked off the street to be used as a sacrifice!"
"Think we can sell him?"
"Well he did beat up the boss so he's gotta have some worth!"
Ethan's ratty and long hair covered his eyes from the world, hiding them as they slowly got closer. But this wouldn't be the end. Instead, he reaches into the pockets of his pants, retrieving a small ball as his expression becomes more laid back, unlike the panic he originally had as he brings it up.
He spoke in a brooklyn accent. "Eh, you ain't got not idea what's happening huh? Poor Docs. I hope you like pepper."
And with his piece said, Ethan brought his mask up, covering his mouth and nose as he slams the pellet onto the floor, causing it to explode as pepper goes flying everywhere and especially into the eyes of the bandits as Ethan jumps up.
He peers down, watching the bandits run around in pain as they try to rub the pepper away form their eyes but only make it worse as they try to run.
Thunk!
Those that did found themselves unconscious as they fell from being hit in the back of the head by a frying pan with unnerving accuracy as it returned to him by bouncing off of solid surfaces.
"It's like Captain America's shield, right Doc?" Ethan said out loud before his expression returned to exhausted as he shook his head, his hand extended as he caught the handle of the frying pan with one hand, being careful not to rub his eyes with his clothes that might have pepper on them.
"God Bugs, how do you do that?" Ethan asks out loud at the bunny besides him, crouching as he munched on a rabbit.
"Well, I step in for you while you let me in-." He began to explain only for Ethan to stop him.
"No, not that, we've done it enough times for me to know what it is." He starts as he threw his frying pan, only for it to bounce off of the skull of a bandit and for it to go somewhere else. "I mean the Captain America's frying pan. I can never get it right." he grumbles the last part as Bugs give him a look.
"Aw!, but where'd be the fun in telling you Doc?" Bugs said before disappearing in mist like usual.
He goes to the side of the roof, attempting to keep his balance without the help of Bugs as he rips open a hole out and jumps out to the ground, picking up the rope as he prepares himself to go into the pepper infested tent.
What he did was something he and his Toons could do. With his permission, the Toons could take him over for a bit, allowing to use their...'abilities' for a lack of better word for whatever they can do. Or 'attributes' might be a better word. He also gets their personalities along with it.
Bugs Bunny, for example, is simple, he's laid back, unless Lola is around, who is, strangely enough, in her Space Jam 'form'. Aside from that, he's like a rabbit, fast, flexible, good at jumping, good at making others angry, and like most Toons, amazing at misdirection.
Like really amazing, Ethan can not stress this enough.
Though it did get a bit weird when they broke the fourth wall where he nearly had a panic attack at the thought that his life might no longer be his. That he might just be another piece in some grand plan that he doesn't know about much less has a choice in. It left him...in a not very good spot, not gonna lie.
Not to mention the whole 'being transported in a new world with your childhood figures' adding even more to his stress, it's no wonder he's losing sleep.
Regardless, life moves on, it is what it is, and whatever quotes there are to signify the passage of time.
By the time the sun is overhead, signifying the nearing of midday, he sighs, slumping down as he smiles. "Right, this should give me enough time to use the 'I got lost' excuse."
"Personally, I think you should be honest." A yellow bird spoke to his side. "You finished the job, so I don't think they'll be too mad."
"That's right~." A sinister voice spoke to his other shoulder as a black cat popped up, rubbing his hands and licking his lips while staring at the panicking bird. "They won't know the difference, what's a small lie for something inconsequential?"
"Yeah, you're right Sylvester." Ethan agreed, to the bird's shock and the cat's pleasure as the cat began to reach out for Tweetie. "C'mon, accompany me." He said, grabbing the cat by its scruff before pulling him along as Tweetie brought out its tongue, pulling him along and back to the village's area.
By the time the sun was at its highest, Ethan smiled at a group of elders, they're eyes wide in shock and their mouths shaking as they said, "Th-This-Impossible!"
"Twenty-three." Ethan said, the elders' mouths nearly crashing to the floor in shock as Ethan just continues. "I was told there were going to be fifteen, it was really scary." He saddled up beside an elder, inspecting his nails as he released a breath. "You know, I asked myself, 'I beat up fifteen, but why are there more tents?'. They nearly ran me through and alerted the rest! Can you believe that?" He emphasizes a few words, needling the elders as he just continued whispering the words like some devil. "Tweeeenty-threee people that could've killed me, someone who is barely old enough to be considered an adult."
"It must have been terrifying." One of the elders spoke shivering as he imagined what could've happened. "I think we should raise the prize."
"Yup."
"Yes!"
"To think otherwise is preposterous!"
"I say, a million more!"
And so, the townspeople would cheer and the women would throw themselves onto the courageous hero, right?
Well, that's not what happened, sitting on a bench, Ethan watches at the towns people laugh and dance at the fact that the bandits are gone. He nurses a cup of water as he smells his clothes, freshly washed and he himself has recently gotten the opportunity to take a shower. He's already looking far cleaner. Now if only he was a bit richer.
When he returned he tried to insist on a higher pay because of the fact that he beat up twenty-three instead of the original fifteen but the mayor was cutthroat, using his social awkwardness to cut the pay by a third in return for using his village's services and letting him eat at the festival. Except he still has to pay for food.
He is clean, but at the cost of a nice payday.
Not to mention…
"Ohohoho, this is going to be good."
"Grab the popcorn! Grab the popcorn!"
"Monsieur Ethan, I'm ready." The skunk says, extending his hand in a way that does not hide his excitement for the whole thing.
"...Fine. But don't get into too much trouble. And if you do, you know where the tent is right?" Ethan warned, closing his eyes for a second as his word went back as a familiar voice spoke.
"Of course, Monsieur." And out came Pepe Le Pew.
I open my eyes once more, not finding anything wrong with this old and archaic style of housing, a small village with many, many, beautiful flowers. Some were dancing with their husbands but my sights were on something else.
She was a beaut of a flower, her eyes wide with innocence and her brown hair flowing like a waterfall doan to her shoulders, the way she was looking at Monsieur Ethan tells me all that needs to be known.
No…
Yes, my friend, she is waiting for us.
Pepe, I swear to God-!
I slide up beside the young flower, my gaze enough to fluster her as she looks into her own cup as I try to emulate Ethan's manner of speaking if he ever decided to lose the overtly rude style of talking.
Fuck you!
I hear justice be enacted for saying such an inappropriate word as I lean forward, "Why hello ma'am," no, a bit too formal, "what are you doing here all alone?" I will find love, even if it is just for Ethan!
I can do that on my own!
Yeah right bub, you can barely stand in front of a girl before falling unconscious!
What Daffy said. "Oh…" The young lady said, fidgeting with a strand of hair. "I-I don't have anyone else to dance with."
Oh.. No one to dance with.
…
A kiss!
This woman doesn't just like me, but she loves me!
"Then please," I mutter dipping her as the moonlight lights up her face in just the right way, "let me be your partner in this dance." I lean in, puckering up as the fated moment comes.
"What are you doing?" A masculine voice spoke up, a boy coming up with a fist reared back.
Oh no.
I push the girl away as my fragrance rolls off, nearly visible as the man catches one whiff and falls unconscious from how wonderful it is.
Silence envelops us, the woman watching, clearly in awe of what just-. "Kyaaah! What did you do!"
I quirk a brow as a crowd begins to gather, all of them very confused and a bit scared as one man yelled out. "What did you do to my son!?"
The man looked very important and very willing to hurt someone else.
"All yours, Monsieur Ethan!" I return into spiritual form within the strange realm we enter when we're done with Ethan's body.
Truly, that woman loved me.
"I'll kill you, Pepe!" Ethan yells out, running away from the village as he nearly stumbles over a root, his clothes disheveled and full of the stench of Pepe as he takes it off. "This was clean!" Tears began to bubble up as he tried to keep it down. He loves his Toon friends, he does, he just…
Why did it have to be a skunk? Bugs bugging some person enough to chase him is fine, Porky stuttering his way through everything is fine, Daffy being Daffy is fine.
But Pepe? He constantly has to burn the clothes to get the stench off, not to mention…
"Ohohoho, bubs was hilarious!" Daffy laughed, his shoulders shaking as he kept pace with Ethan along with the others.
"Shut up Daffy." He retorted nearing the campsite.
Then, there was the plucking of strings, a beautiful if not rough songs, causing Ethan to freeze, his Toons looking over as the males whistled in appreciation.
She was beautiful and mature, long gray hair with dark eyes behind glasses and a black choker with a red gem on it around her neck. She was beautiful, she was mature, she was…
"I know you're there, your little friends give it away."
She was dangerous.
A/N: So, hello, and welcome to my second comissioned story, my first being Sword that dances with shadows but that's become a normal story. Anyway, this first chapter it to see how it goes, a but rushed but I wanted to know if I got the Toons right in all of this.
Anyway, I hope you guys enjoyed, and as an fyi, I have tumblr, I'll be using that to host polls, inform people of things for my fics and whatnot.
Anyway, it's getting late, I'm a bit tired, but I hope you guys enjoyed this kinda shoddy fic.
