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Entry tags:
383: Number - real!Disney - New Life
Title: New Life
Fandom: Disney
Characters/Pairings: real!Disney
Word Count: 500
Rating: PG/K+
Summary: In which young Walt Disney brings another to his cause.
Keen eyes peered intently over the artist's shoulder, carefully surveying each brush stroke. When at last the young artist was done, he hesitated. When his surveyor still did not speak, he slowly lowered his brush.
"Perfection." The vibration of his boss' pencil-thin mustache was the only outward sign of his excitement.
The artist reached for his drink and tried to keep his hand from shaking as he raised it to his parched lips. He swallowed the bitter liquor down hard, but even its burn could not keep his eyes from bulging when he witnessed his artwork come to life. The big, yellow dog pulled himself out of the page. The animator jumped when the dog barked and promptly dropped his glass. He didn't care that it shattered on the floor or that he'd cut himself. He did not even register the blood trickling over his hand as he came face to face with the dog.
He had drawn him to be friendly, but this was all so new to him. There was no way to know if this was a Demon he'd just drew from Hell, or simply a friendly pup as per his master's orders. This was all so strange, but it was lucrative and he was tired of being hungry. He liked his new boss well enough, but he still had no hope.
He gulped as the dog's upper lip raised, revealing a row of fangs. But he didn't growl. Instead, he yipped, licked the animator's terrified face, and then barked more urgently. His tail beat the small easel on which he'd been drawn.
"PLUTO! YOU DID IT!" There was a cry of jubilation from behind the poor animator, who had quite nearly fallen out of his seat when the dog had yipped. He himself was genuinely surprised he'd not fainted when his tongue, which felt no different from any other dog's tongue, had raked across his sweating face. The dog barked happily and leapt over the animator's head. It was only the strong arms of the man behind him, his new boss, perhaps friend, that kept him from falling onto the floor in a horrified crumble.
But master and beast were hugging behind the two men now. They had known the giant mouse for some time -- Walt had known him far longer than Norm of course as Norm was a new comer to this radical cause --,but he'd never hurt or even raised his voice to any of them. He seemed a gentle soul, perhaps jovial once upon a time when his people had not been in such grave danger.
Walt took charge, as he always did, gathering Norm's papers and stacking them into a tidy pile. "Who's next, Mickey?"
Norm at last found his voice. "H-How many are -- are there?" He was almost afraid to hear the number, until Walt fixed him with one of his legendary looks.
"How many souls are in our world?" he asked softly, to which Norm dutifully picked up his brush.
The End
Fandom: Disney
Characters/Pairings: real!Disney
Word Count: 500
Rating: PG/K+
Summary: In which young Walt Disney brings another to his cause.
Keen eyes peered intently over the artist's shoulder, carefully surveying each brush stroke. When at last the young artist was done, he hesitated. When his surveyor still did not speak, he slowly lowered his brush.
"Perfection." The vibration of his boss' pencil-thin mustache was the only outward sign of his excitement.
The artist reached for his drink and tried to keep his hand from shaking as he raised it to his parched lips. He swallowed the bitter liquor down hard, but even its burn could not keep his eyes from bulging when he witnessed his artwork come to life. The big, yellow dog pulled himself out of the page. The animator jumped when the dog barked and promptly dropped his glass. He didn't care that it shattered on the floor or that he'd cut himself. He did not even register the blood trickling over his hand as he came face to face with the dog.
He had drawn him to be friendly, but this was all so new to him. There was no way to know if this was a Demon he'd just drew from Hell, or simply a friendly pup as per his master's orders. This was all so strange, but it was lucrative and he was tired of being hungry. He liked his new boss well enough, but he still had no hope.
He gulped as the dog's upper lip raised, revealing a row of fangs. But he didn't growl. Instead, he yipped, licked the animator's terrified face, and then barked more urgently. His tail beat the small easel on which he'd been drawn.
"PLUTO! YOU DID IT!" There was a cry of jubilation from behind the poor animator, who had quite nearly fallen out of his seat when the dog had yipped. He himself was genuinely surprised he'd not fainted when his tongue, which felt no different from any other dog's tongue, had raked across his sweating face. The dog barked happily and leapt over the animator's head. It was only the strong arms of the man behind him, his new boss, perhaps friend, that kept him from falling onto the floor in a horrified crumble.
But master and beast were hugging behind the two men now. They had known the giant mouse for some time -- Walt had known him far longer than Norm of course as Norm was a new comer to this radical cause --,but he'd never hurt or even raised his voice to any of them. He seemed a gentle soul, perhaps jovial once upon a time when his people had not been in such grave danger.
Walt took charge, as he always did, gathering Norm's papers and stacking them into a tidy pile. "Who's next, Mickey?"
Norm at last found his voice. "H-How many are -- are there?" He was almost afraid to hear the number, until Walt fixed him with one of his legendary looks.
"How many souls are in our world?" he asked softly, to which Norm dutifully picked up his brush.
The End