Break a Horn / Fantoccio X Reader

3 / An Old Friend

Once you were discharged from the hospital, you were bombarded with more work and insane scheduling.

It seemed like everyday you lost fans, who were displeased with your missing horn. People began making memes, posting horrible things, and praising the driver who hit you as if he did a noble duty.

Online, people desecrated your merchandise, using scissors and cutting off your plushies' horn, and using sharpies to draw over your horn. People also went as far as to reenact the scene, posting videos of them running over your plushies with their cars, for example.

The most hurtful things were the wrongful claims used against you. Some people theorized that you organized the incident as a way to get more attention, others believed that you were heavily drunk and provoked the driver, leading to the crash.

You decided to take charge. You needed your horn back, and you knew just the person who could help.

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You stared at the multicolor tent, stepped in and called out to make yourself known.

You relaxed once you saw the familiar pink body of Aristotle, who was warily staring back at you. He seemed to sigh in relief, "oh, Y/N... you frightened me a bit. With those cat pirates about and everything..."

Then, he visibly look taken aback, "wh-what happened?! To your...?! Hmm...?!" He couldn't find the words. He gestured to the top of his head, forming a horned shape with his hands.

As usual, he was out of touch with the current news. You didn't blame him, you haven't spoken to him since you started gaining traction.

You frowned, bowing your head shamefully, exposing the lousy stub that replaced your left horn, "so it's that bad? I was hit by a drunk driver. They don't grow back normally, I may stay like this forever"

Aristotle cocked his head, examining you with a sympathetic frown, "oh, I'm so sorry to hear! A-are you okay?! Did you come here for some words of inspiration? I'm sure I have a few written down somewhere..."

"No, that's fine," you said, "but I want to know if there's a spell to regrow my horn." The axolotl pursed his lips, tapping his fingers together as he thought deeply. You assumed it wouldn't be good, as he looked awkward about something.

Then, he shook his head apologetically, his pink frills lightly swinging, "sorry to say, Y/N old friend, but I'm afraid there's no such spell here."

You nodded, "I understand. It's too specific. Is there a healing spell we could try? Maybe one to grow back limbs?"

Aristotle shook his head again, "those are much too complex to use safely, it may result in more problems if done improperly."

Giving up, you were about to thank the axolotl and walk back home, but he stopped you before you could even turn around.

"Come to think of it, there was once a city around here that was a magic hotspot in its days. Unfortunately, getting there is no easy task. There was a huge accident there that resulted in all of the residents becoming hostile, restricted by the city's magical bounds," then he sighed, "it's still a mystery whether the residents are controlled by a mysterious force or if they were brought to madness by being trapped there for so long."

But he perked up quickly, "however, I know a way you could get in. There's a spell that allows you to temporarily ignore the effects of any other spell inflicted. You must use that to get through the barrier."

"That sound promising. Where is this city?" You asked. Aristotle laid out a map, grabbing a marker and circling a specific spot. "It should be right around there, had it not somehow moved..."

You grabbed the map and gave it a quick once-over, feeling hopeful that this was your chance to regain your pride.

"Some of the world's greatest magic users lived there, I have no doubt that their spell books and studies were left behind. Find what you need and bring it back here so I can perform the spell," he smiled.

"Thank you, Aristotle," you smiled back, "this is great!"

"I will be tagging along to allow you entrance to the city, but once you're safely in, I cannot stay," he warned. "Be wary of the cursed people, fight if you need to. I'm afraid I have no spare weapons around, so will you be fine without a weapon?"

You grinned smugly, "I could take them all out with my trusty..." then, you toned down, "oh."

Aristotle smiled sadly. You attempted a silly smile, "I'll be fine without a weapon, trust me, I'll be low-key."

"If you truly mean that, then I will not underestimate your abilities," Aristotle said with a slight joking tone.

The both of you headed out after getting ready for the walk set for the Lost City of Magic.