Into The Shadow Realm | Rascal x fem reader story 2023

8|the way to a wolf's heart

"It will be safe with me." Rascal hums. The two of you arrive back in the Shadow Realm and now stand in the fortress. He looks at you and tilts his head, arm extended and expecting the charm.

"I cannot remember you cleverly making an entrance and stealing it by surprise."

"Just hand it over (y/n.)"

Your eyebrows furrow. "You really think I am going to hand it over to you?"

"Not only that," the joker replies, "I expect that you hand the charm over to me."

"Right, and where do I suppose you will be keeping it?"

"That is none of – "

" – Of my concern?" You interrupt him. "Oh come on Rascal. I am on your side."

"Fine," he says, "I've made a ball to keep them in. It is entirely safe and can only be opened by the use of negative energy." Rascal snaps his finds and a dark blue glass ball drops into his hand from thin air. "Even if the Glitter Force somehow get a hold of it, which is highly unlikely, they wouldn't be able to access what's inside."

In his other hand appears the note book, the same one Rascal used for painting the future black earlier in the Human Realm on the rooftop.

"Try it." The jester tells you, looking you right in the eye.

You lift a hand and make a connection to the ink on the page, glowing a deep purple. Carefully you lift some of the energy, guiding it to where Rascal holds the glass ball with his fingertips, sharp black nails digging in. Manipulating the negative energy to wrap around the glass ball until it has completely covered it, the ball then splits in half and opens, revealing nothing but an endless black hole.

You then unclench your hand to reveal the charm. It is in the shape and colour of a red apple. Such a colourful thing in a darkened place. "Fine." You tell him, then drop the charm into the ball, Rascal immediately closes it. "How am I supposed to use this if you have got it."

"You will be able to materialise this ball as well as the book at any time. You sure ask a lot of question don't you?" His mouth curls up into a smirk.

You stare at him, shaken slightly at this comment. Before you can respond, he wisps himself away in cards.

Rude.

...

The wind is fierce tonight, strands of long grass whack against your legs. The open night sky is a beautiful blue and purple mixed galaxy, flicked with molten-gold paint. Stars are not familiar in the dungeons nor the Shadow Realm, you only see them in your dreams, yet you find them the most gorgeous creation.

You are in fact not in the Shadow Realm, but instead the sunflower field.

Your sleep is curious. It is ever only the one dream, yet you endure it night after night. Not every night. You used to have it every month or so, though it is more frequent now than ever. You either have the nightmare, or are lured into a deep slumber, no dreams at all.

Many times you have wished to know why, and figure that surely you must have become used to its effect.

No. Every time you wake in a panic. Confrontation is not a strong suit.

You know what is going to happen. It is the same every time.

The rock. Running. Becoming trapped.

The rock. Or rather a meteor since it falls from the sky, is large and round, blurry when you look at it. The rest of your surroundings are crisp and clear, it is like a fog hangs in the front of your brain when looking at the rock. You have stood in the same place for too long, every inch of you wants to start running now. Perhaps I will get away this time. No. It's a stupid thought, believing you can out run the meteor. You never have been, and you never will.