Bolt followed Chester around, they checked the closet,
behind the curtain, did another swept of the bed, until finding the small
portal in the gap between the chest of draws and the wall.
It was a flicker of shadow, a pool of slightly darker dark.
"What do we do?" Bolt asked, surprised to see that
Chester had been right, he was starting to think the old rabbit was crazy.
"Close it." Chester said, sticking a paw inside
the puddle of darkness.
Bolt inhaled sharply. It was wrong. It was... Chester went
dark, his sky blue fur darkening to an ashen grey.
He twisted his paw, and something clicked. Chester sat back
and the shadow on his fur dispersed. Chester stood up and walked into the
sunlight and the shadow broke up quicker, until his normal sky blue was back.
Bolt hesitated.
"I suppose, next time, I should do that?"
The rabbit looked startled, his ears flaring straight up.
"NO!" Chester exclaimed, then in a more normal
tone. "No. Don't ever touch the Dark. If you find something, get me to
deal with it."
"But... why?" Bolt asked.
Chester gave him a look. "Trust me. Don't ever touch
the dark."
Bolt glared. “Others have gone beneath and been fine.”
Chester looked him up and down, before dismissing him, and
walking back towards the bed.
“Don’t ignore me!” Bolt cried out, grabbing the rabbit’s
arm. Chester was cold, so very cold.
“Chester?” Bolt asked, letting go as the rabbit turning a
cold glare on him.
“No.” Chester said. “They weren’t.”
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