---Dreamscape---
The boy in the rabit mask shifted on his feet.
He was going on a very important mission. Oh, sure. Being a friend to a child in need is important, but this was dire.
The well-being of the entire Dreamscape rested on this being successful.
He was to find Thomas Ridge-something- or- other and separate him from the Traiter.
He was anxious to be off.
Just before he stepped into the Reality Warp, another imagineer tapped on his shoulder. She had a tiger mask.
"Be careful, Kash. The human realm is a dangerous place."
Kash blinked behind his mask. He didn't know this woman. How did she know him?
He shrugged it off and thanked her before stepping into the Warp' s blinding light.
----The Human Realm----
Kash' s breath caught in his throat.
He had never been in the calamity of human civilization before. He was only an Imaginary Friend "assistant".
He readjusted his mask so he could see the towering buildings. Frowning, he made himself visable.
"I'll find you, Larsson."
~*~
Kash looked up at the quaint little house. Red roof tiles. Cream walls.
Very inviting.
He strutted up to the door. He gathered all his courage.
Removing the mask, he reached out a hand to knock.
The door flew open with a bang. Kash didn't recognize the man in the door way. He had dark brown hair, and bright eyes. And a green hood-thing.
His moment of confidence vanished and he looked down.
"Uh, hi?" The man said. He had a nice voice Kash thought.
"Do... do you know a.." Kash's voice cracked. He coughed and tried again. "Do you know a... mister Thomas?"
The green man tilted his head. "Uh.. yeah? Why? Who are you?"
Kash grimaced. He didn't know what to say.
"I... uhm.... just wanted to meet him cuz.... He's my second cousin? Yeah."
Nailed it.
Green raised an eyebrow. "Second cousin, huh?"
"Yep!" Kash replied with much more enthusiasm than needed.
Green shrugged. "We'll come on in, I guess!" He grinned.
Kash noted his perfectly straight teeth.
"Zin in hebben." Kash mumbled.
Green blinked. "Oooookay then. Anyway, my name's Edd."
"Kash."
"Cash? Like money?"
"Nah. Just Kash."
Edd laughed. "I have no idea what the difference is."
~*~
Kash sat on the couch.
"So..... When is Tom coming back?"
"He and Tord should be here any minute."
Kash froze.
The humans know about Larsson?
The door banged open.
"Edd! We're home!" A man dressed in blue. He had no eyes.
Thomas.
He was quickly followed by a red hooded one.
Kash barely stopped himself from jumping up.
He needed to wait for the right moment.
"Hey." Tom's voice broke Kash out of his thoughts. "Who's that?"
Kash smiled up at him.
"Why, I'm Kash. Your-"
"WAIT!" Tord rudely interrupted. "BUNNY BOY?!"
Kash's smile twisted into a sneer. "I don't know what you're talking about."
Tord grabbed the front of Kash's dull gray shawl.
"Did the counsel send you?" He hissed.
Kash blinked. "Rude."
"ANSWER MY QUESTION!"
Tom and Edd stared at the two.
"You guys.. know each other?" Tom piped up.
"You could say that." Kash finally admitted.
"He made my life a living Hell in the Dreamscape."
"Wait, Dreamscape?! He's a... an Imaginary Friend, too?! He lied to me!" Edd glared at the boy with the mask.
"Yeah, he does that."
Kash smirked "Oops."
He looked at Edd and the smirk fell. Edd looked so upset.
Tord focused back on his face. "What are you doing here."
Kash shrugged. "I don't know. Maybe because of a certain rule breaking cat bastard."
Tord held back the urge to punch the smaller imagineer's face.
"I haven't broken a rule since the last child."
Kash raised an eyebrow. "Then why am I here? Hmmm..... Maybe I'll stick around until I remember." He slipped through Tord's grasp and plopped on the floor on the other side of the room.
"It's not like you can stop me anyway."
//I'm sorry that this chapter is kinda rushed and vague. The vague part is intentional, though. so-
anywho, Kash amiright? p sketchy character. I wonder what role he will play in later chapters... hmmmm//
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Just For Safe Keeping (TomTord)
Fanfic((This was my first ever fanfiction and a lot of the chapters and events were me trying to figure out my writing style. I do not consider this my best work at all. Viewer discretion is advised)) Tord has been Tom's best friend since Tom was a small...
