Chernabog sneered at the mouse, then he laughed. “They accepted this freely, to protect you.” He shifted to true form, only about the size of a large gargoyle.
"They will be who you wish them to be, when they retain their minds again, and as a gift, I have allowed them to keep the gift of speech, pray they are not hungry Mickey Mouse……. lest you become dinner." Chernabog watched the two dragons carefully, Mickey meant too much for his grand master plan to allow the dragons to eat him. He would take steps if needed.
The rag-dragon leaned overs, eyes wide. Her pupils were thinned out, never widening. The scales clung to her chest, showing her rib cage. The thing that disturbed her the most… was something deep in her chest. Something was beating rapidly, deep underneath skin. What was this sensation. The hunger only grew, and she ceased her shaking, lifting her head up to stare directly at the mouse. Fumes rose from her nose, wings lightly flapping before she leapt towards Chernabog and Mickey, releasing a sickly roar, streams of poisonous smoke flowing from her mouth.
Hook rubbed his head with a clawed ‘hand’ much as he did when he had a headache while he was human. His eyes had slitted briefly again, but only briefly as his raw determination was attempting to let his real self take control; not the animalistic instincts he’d been saddled with.
With his eyes round and human in appearance again, he blinked as he finally took note of the other dragon present. Who seemed to have been having more difficulty adjusting- wait who was she focused on? His gaze flicked to follow hers, only to cause his wings to jerk open and downward, assisting him as he pounced and landed right in her line of attack, and in front of the smaller two.
“Sally Finkelstein, desist!” he thundered, honestly resembling thunder from the all new level of volume he was capable of. But he did not speak further, as he had gotten a whiff of that smoke. The red dragon’s eyes widened and he suddenly started coughing, which also resulted in a few small spats of fire as he stumbled slightly and sat down to keep himself from falling over.
Mickey kept hitting Chernabog, though not as fast, tears streaming down his cheeks. This wasn’t what he wanted, not at all! “It..It’s not fair…ya tricked ‘em!! I want them back..” He sniffled sadly.
The mouse whipped around hearing Sally’s roar and fall backwards seeing her leap at him. Suddenly Hook was there too, between the two of them. He covered his ears with a whimper, Hook’s loud voice was extra loud to his big ears, and that smokey stuff smelled so weird! This was all wrong, he just wanted his new family back. So the young mouse did all he could do, cry loudly.
Mickey’s eyes widened seeing Hook and Sally become dragons. He tried to rush forward, but stopped seeing how….wild they seemed to have become. He turned around and started punching Chernabog’s leg, though it probably felt no more than a flick. “Turn them back!!! I want my Hook!!!! I want my momma Sally!!!” He whimpered with tear filled eyes.
Chernabog stood 40 feet away from the entrance of the cave, awaiting them to exit, a very evil and creepy smile on his face.
He willed a magic field around the entrance to cave, anyone over 4 feet tall would hit it, his eyes glowed with the full force of his powers, the wind started to pick up.
The moment they got five feet from the cave entrance, on his side, he said. “BEHOLD THE DRAGONS!” And and started to morph them into dragons.
When the change was done, he looked at them and proudly proclaimed. “I always keep my word.”
The magical field was…a bit unexpected. Perhaps it would keep away any fire that the dragons— The ragdoll’s thoughts cut off abruptly, her body beginning to tremble. This change took but a few moments, but it wasn’t quite pleasant for the ragdoll. Going from an undead creature to a living one wasn’t on her list of what she wanted to do.
Once the shift was complete, the now reptile grumbles, lifting her head and opening her eyes to look around. Her pupils become thin, the base of her muzzle scrunching. A low, growl was made towards all of the others, and she quickly stumbled back on all fours. Small wings outstretched and smoke streamed out of her nostrils.
With her newly grown tail lashing, Sally’s growling only grew louder as hunger gnawed at her stomach. The rag-dragon didn’t quite seem to be in control of her self at the current moment, instincts consuming her mind and over powering the original thoughts that were there before the transformation.
Hook made no effort to answer Mickey’s question, and when Chernabog declared ‘behold the dragons,’ he realized his suspicions were not in error, as there were no dragons in sight, leaving the two prospects of unusual dragons as himself and the doll.
‘Blast you,’ was what the pirate meant to thunder, but it came out as as gnarled and inaudible to even his own ears. His jaws remained open and gnashing, even as teeth sharpened, a red scaled nose appeared, and he was forced to go from standing to all fours after gaining a certain amount of height.
His briefly brownish eyes had shifted to the apple green and coldest color they ever where when he was human, and similiar to Sally’s, his pupils shifted to slits as he clawed at the earth under him. A snarl remained as his tail thumped against the ground once and he crouched slightly, at first almost in a pouncing position, but after a few moments of adaptation to the foreign senses, he shook his head and with it a curled mane. Stepping back yet again, his eyes rounded more to ovals, back to slits, and then rounding entirely again as human thought fought all the new instincts forced upon him.
Chernabog stood up and said “Please, Follow me Pirate and Ragdoll.” He started to walk out the door to the cave they were in. “The dragons are this way.”
He chuckled under his breath, unexpecting fools. Why were lower beings so easy to mess around with? He doubted the understood what was really about to happen, Mickey most certainly didnt.
"Just this way my……. friends." He called out from outside the cave.
Bouncing child toon you’re bouncing in the wrong lap Hook was not interested. Picking him up and setting the mouse on the ground so could walk or bounce as much as he wanted, he stood from his seat at Chernabog’s words. But standing was all he did for a moment. His suspicion was still on high alert.
And it almost jumped off the scale when he said ‘friends.’ Needless to say, the pirate was incredibly slow to exit the the cave entrance, and was silently scanning his surroundings continuously, though he’d said nothing.
Sally stayed close to Hook, as well as keeping a close eye on Mickey. She had never had a conversation as direct as this with Chernabog… and she continued to wish that she hadn’t.
"I don’t trust this.." She mumbled, half to herself, and to the pirate next to her. "Not at all.."
Mickey pouted a bit as Hook had picked him up and set him on the ground, but soon he was racing around excitedly as they began to head out to meet the dragons. “We’re gonna meet dragons! We’re gonna meet draaagons!” He chirped.
As they got outside Mickey raced ahead. “DRAGONS….Hey…where are they?” He asked looking back at the others. “Do we need a special magic ta summon them?”
The raven flew quickly to Maleficent’s study room and as soon as he was in, he was surrounded by a small cloud of smoke. It turned him into a pale dark haired man with dark clothes. Just one of the fairy’s tricks after all, that way he would be able to serve her better, even if he prefered to stay as a raven most of the time. “My lady…” Diablo starting, kneeling before her and keeping his head down. “I’m afraid there are intruders in your castle. That nasty mouse and his bony friend are here.” He said.
Maleficent lowered her eyes to him. “I’m aware of mr. Mouse’s precense here, for he activated one of the traps.” She said. “They are here for the hat, and they can’t have it in any circustance. I want you to find the mouse and… take care of him. He fell into the dugeons so it shouldn’t be hard to find him. I’ll deal with the other.” She said. Diablo bowed once before returning to be a raven and flying away, directly to the dungeons, where the toon was about to have a surprise.
Mickey disappeared…. Oh no Mickey disappeared…. This was bad…. Jack glanced around him, trying to determine which way to go.. Of course, the skeleton felt terrible (human definition) for not responding quicker to Mickey, but by the time he realised what was actually happened, the mouse was gone… Now what? He took a few steps back, careful to not trigger anything, before properly turning and hurrying down a corridor. How to go about this? The skeleton had gotten lost last time he came here, and it was likely the same thing was going to happen. He figured the best thing to do was get outside, climb onto the roof and work from there. That way, he could avoid more minions.
Question is: who knows what the fairy has in store for him?
Mickey felt like he was floating and falling for a very long time, had it been hours? Or just minutes? It was impossible to tell, till suddenly he was dropped onto a hard surface. “…ow.” He whimpered as he sat up. “Where am…I..no.”
His eyes widened as he realized where he was. The Dungeon. The place of his nightmares. He whimpered and froze up, what if he was stuck here forever?!
Chenabog continued to stare at the adults, unblinking. “I happen to know where you might find two very….unusual dragons.” He told them. “They would be more than willing to help. he finished with a deep laugh.
"Maybe one day you will turn into a dragon Mickey." He said looking down to Mickey before returning his gaze to the adults. "If I told you where to find these dragons, would you agree to see them? I do not believe that prince could do it again."
A smile spread across his face. “You have my word that no harm shall befall you in the search for these dragons of which I speak.” He said as the smile twisted evilly.
The ragdoll had spoken his own thoughts, and he made no comment to Mickey’s words or gesture. He simply continued to watch Chernabog with silent suspicion, finding it oddly coincidental that he was referring to two dragons and there were only two people besides Mickey present. Then again two would stand a better chance than one against a dragon lady plus all her minions.
The no harm coming to them seemed like a good thing, but Hook was still hesitant to respond, as dealing with this particular individual often had side effects that weren’t mentioned. “I don’t know how we can get their assistance without seeing them to ask, so yes…?” Was he going to regret agreeing to this, he had a feeling he might.
She stayed relatively quiet, before tilting her head. Sally was listening rather quietly to the two of them speak, as well as the chime-ins from Mickey. Reluctantly, she seemed to agree with Hook.
"I would appreciate meetings these dragons…hopefully soon, since we don’t want poor Mickey to be small for too long.."
"We get ta meet the dragons?!" Mickey chirped excitedly, he’d always wanted to meet a real life dragon!! "I wanna meet them, pleasepleasepleeeease??" He asked as he bounced excitedly in Hook’s lap.
He looked up to Sally with a confused look. He didn’t entirely understand why she didn’t want him to be small, but momma knew best, right?
Chernabog looked at the little mouse and smiled. “Yes, dragons beat dragons…” He said with a chuckle. “But where might we find a pair of dragons?” He asked, glaring at the two adults, fire visible in his eyes. “Sadly Miss Sally, this will not be solved by peaceable methods. Pirate, that sword disrupts magic, correct?”
Hook would have said the same as Cheranbog would about the likeliness of reasoning with her, but was distracted by Mickey’s relocating and did not. Instead, his eyebrows raised at Mickey’s remarked, “Not always, Mickey. She was defeated by a Prince once.”
At the mention of finding dragons, the pirate blinked and noticed Chernabog’s gaze. A unnerving gaze that made him bite back asking where exactly they were going to get a dragon that would be interested in helping. Instead, he answered, “Aye, it can.”
Sally wasn’t paying too much attention, due to fiddling with the stitches on her arm once more. “I know for a fact I don’t know any dragons personally..” She added in quietly, before looking up and meeting Chernabog’s stare. The ragdoll swallowed nervously, pulling at her shirt collar.
"I mean.. erm.. the only dragons i’ve heard of are hostile… And most likely wouldn’t help.."
"Well….he musta had help or somethin’, dragons are big and tough!" Mickey said looking up at Hook before snuggling him. "There’s gotta be a dragon somewhere that could help Momma Sally and Hook! Wish I could turn into a dragon…I wanna be able ta help."
Chernabog created a table from the dirt. “Please, sit. May I fix that for you? No charge.” he said, motioning to the ragdoll’s arm. He then turned to the captain. “I believe you offer fair payment captain, but you cannot do it as you are now. How many times has she bested you?” He kept his tone polite. Noticing the mouse’s fear, he shifted into a human toon instead.
Bat-god shifting forms, arm falling off, a rodent in his hair— Hook rubbed his head tiredly and choose to make no comment about any of it. Focus on negotiation stay focused. Although he did appreciate and take a seat as bid.
“I’ve never had much luck against magic users… but I’ve never had th’ sword I have now either, it may not be as strong, but that doesn’t mean I can’t fend off a great deal more easily than I ever could,” he returned to Chernabog’s question, failing to actually list a number. “If she decides t’ shift into a fire-breathing lizard, however… That may make things more difficult. What can fight a dragon?”
Sally swallowed nervously, nodding and taking a seat as well. She lifted her arm, placing it down on the table top. “It’s fine— really.. I…” Trailing off, the ragdoll shuddered at the mention of fire.
"Ah… Can’t we try reasoning with her…" She quietly suggested, before sighing. Eyebrows furrowed, and she echoed the pirates question. "…Yes, what could overcome her dragon, if we must come to that…?"
Mickey relaxed seeing the god shift into a human toon. That was the thing about toons, they could always seem to sense the difference between a human and a human toon. There was always something off about them that just didn’t make them human, whether it was an impossible figure like Jessica Rabbit, or simply a disproportionate body like Betty Boop, you could always just tell.
The mouse’s ears perked up hearing them talk about a dragon. DRAGONS!! The mouse loved them! He used to have a huge book his mom would read to him all about dragons!! It was his second favorite book, the first being Peter Pan of course. He scampered down into Hook’s lap, his head barely poking over the table. “Dragons beat dragons! Peoples just get eated. And-and I don’t wanna see my peoples get eated!! So we gotta gets a dragon!!”