Inspo by Morriganqueen on AO3 and @eemapso on TikTok!

The year was 1952. You were at a cinema late at night, watching a cartoon staring the one and only “Mr. Ring-A-Ding.” You looked at the large screen with star-struck eyes as you munched on your popcorn, excitedly watching the rubber-hose toon sing and dance. That’s how you felt until Mr. Ring-A-Ding unexpectedly pulled you into the cartoon. Not even after minute in this unfamiliar cartoon world and in an unfamiliar cartoon body, Mr. Ring-A-Ding himself took you on a date. First he took you dancing, then a candle-lit dinner, and lastly stargazing. When he took to dance, you asked him when you should get back home. He hesitated and said you didn’t have to go.. at least not yet. After getting worried, he promised you he would bring you home after the date. At end of the date, Mr. Ring-A-Ding linked your arm with his and walked you back “home.” After walking and talking for a while, you questioned yourself on how he brought you into his world. Your thoughts were interrupted when Mr. Ring-A-Ding said,

“Over here, darlin. Wanna get ya home before the clock strikes 12, right princess?” He said while looking over his shoulder.

You looked beyond him and see a house with a white picket fence. He marched to the door as you stood at the fence, visibly lost. A long hook, which was actually Mr. Ring-A-Ding’s cane, came towards you, encircling your hips as it suddenly brought you inches away from Mr. Ring-A-Ding’s ecstatic face as he stood at the front door.

“There we are, babycakes! This is much better, ain’t it?”

Confused, you said, “Mr. Ring-A-Ding, you said you were bringing me home.”

“Don’t make me laugh,” he responded as he pulled a large golden key from his pocket “You ARE home.” The door opened and he bowed, gesturing you in. “Welcome,” his voice almost theatrical, “To my home, honey!” You stood there, blinking against the lights that filled his house. Why so many lights?

“Haha! Very funny, but I meant I need to return to my home, not…” You trailed off, becoming uncomfortable at his intense and cartoonish stare. “Here? Don’t make me laugh!” He took a small step closer, boxing you in the doorframe as his grin widened and his eyes gleamed unsettlingly.

“That world…” His voice dropping low, almost like a purr “Ain’t yours anymore, sweetheart. You’re not going back.” His pupils glowed yellow, radiating light while his face darkened and he towered over you. “Huh?” You said with a fearful expression.

He suddenly scooped you up into his arms, he said, “Aww, look at that face!” He switched back to the happy character you’re used to, his sinisterness disappearing. “Ya worried?” He carried you deeper into the house. “I know, I know,” he assured you. “Takin’ that next big step, movin’ in together. It probably gets your heart racin’ from all them nerves.” He looks down at you with glowing eyes. 
 “But, hey! Don’t that blood pumpin’ kinda make you feel like… this is how it oughta be?” You stared up at him in disbelief. “This is gonna be a GAS,” Mr. Ring-A-Ding said happily, taking you across the room as you glanced outside for what felt like the last time. “You’ll love it!” The doors slammed shut.