Into The Shadow Realm | Rascal x fem reader story 2023

11| The Comb [Part I]

"What the – what did you do?" You ask the witch inquisitively; whose eyes light up at seeing the wolf in such an unresponsive state on the ground. Part of you is shocked, mostly interested.

"Don't worry, this magical comb I've concocted enables the body of the person who touches it to imitate the substance of a strand of hair. He'll only be like that for a couple minutes." Brooha erupts into an evil laugh. 

Ulric sighs. You reach out a hand and it instantly fills with negative energy, you guide it and lift Ulric off of the ground, placing him back down gently on a chair.

"Thanks," he grunts, still unable to move a muscle.

"~What are you four doing in here?" A voice comes from the hallway behind you. Rascal happily spins himself into the room.

"It's none of your business." Brooha answers. It interests you that whilst Ulric and Brooha remain in a constant state of teasing and pranks, also remain in cahoots.

"What's the matter Ulric? Oh never mind, I am just here to collect a certain someone for a certain predicament." The jester's voice shifts higher in tone, as he leaps into the air with a flip.

Someone is in a good mood today.

But then Brute speaks next. "Wait," his eyes turn to you, "you can't teleport?"

Now everyone has their eyes on you, including Rascal, who giggles, hanging upside down.

"Unfortunately not." You say.

Finally, Ulric regains movement and wobbly stands, brushing himself off. He then snaps and points at Brooha. "How dare you do that!? Give that to me! I'll break it myself!"

"Dear me." Rascal sighs, sarcastically of course and remains in a placid state hanging upside down.

The three of you watch the scene as Ulric leaps over the table at Brooha, who scurries away just in time.

Both are dancing and fighting over a comb.

"-you can't touch it you dummy, you'll collapse again!" The witch lets out a mixture of a cackle and a shriek. "I'm now going to use this to sneak up on you all the time!"

"Not if I get to it first!"

"Didn't you listen? You can't!"

Then, the comb in the witch's grasp begins glowing a deep purple. Gasping, she lets it go, but it does not drop, instead, rises out of her reach and becomes still, suspended in mid-air.

"Rascal! (Y/n)! Whoever's doing this is, stop it right this instant!" Brooha frantically jumps to reach it, but fails.

But this time, this is neither yours, nor Rascal's doing. A smirk rises on your face once realising what is going on.

"Aha! You old witch, it's me!" Ulric says, bringing the comb towards him.

"Ah...~What's this?" The joker inquires curiously, eyes narrowed on the scene.

With a grunt, Ulric hurls the comb over the side of the fortress and it disappears.

"ARE YOU CRAZY!?" Brooha cries, jumping up and down. "That was my only one!"

"And now will most likely be in the Human Realm!" Rascal chuckles, then shoots you a glare. "Well, well, can't keep them waiting, can we?" He then hurtles towards you with a wide grin, grabbing your arm.

...

Upon immediate arrival on top of a large building, you snatch your arm from Rascal's grasp. The two of you stand hiding on a roof. The sun blinds you and it takes a while to adjust.