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Mickey sat on the table in the Mad Doctor’s lab, drumming his heels against the side. The Doctor stood nearby, a clipboard in his hands. "And you’re experiencing no pain?" Mickey shook his head. "Nope." The Doctor checked off a box and nodded. "Then I would consider this a complete recovery. Truly remarkable!" Oswald, who was lounging in the doorway, smirked. "Yeah, well, he did have some help." Mickey grinned over at him. "Thanks for th’ reminder." The Mad Doctor set down his clipboard, smiling. "Now then, I would recommend taking it easy for a few days, just to be safe, but other than that, you appear right as rain.

The mouse's already-white face somehow seemed even paler, his once-vibrant colors dulling. Pushing back the fear welling in his chest, Oswald reached over and gently shook Mickey’s shoulder.   "Mick? Hey, wake up."   Nothing.   Oswald shook him harder, his alarm growing. "MICKEY!"   Still no response. In a panic, Oswald put one of his ears to Mickey's chest and listened with bated breath. He heard a faint thudding and breathed a sigh of relief. Once help got here, everything would be okay. Everything was gonna be okay. He gently slipped a hand under Mickey’s head, cushioning it as best he could. "Hang in there, Mick," he murmure

Oswald was starting to get worried. The search for Mickey had been going on for hours, and there was still no sign of him. The rabbit mentally kicked himself for saying those things to Mickey. What had he been thinking? Discussing Walt was sensitive territory for them both. Still, it wasn't like Mickey to get so emotional so quickly—at least, it hadn't been until recently. "Miiiickey!" Oswald called out as he searched. "Miiiickey!" Where in Wasteland had that mouse gone? "Oswald!" Gremlin Gus zoomed over to the rabbit. "We think we know where he went! He was last seen heading to Mickeyjunk Mountain. The others are scouting it out." "

There was quite a bit of activity when Mickey and Oswald arrived in Bog Easy. Several rabid Blotlings were overrunning the area, causing general uproar. They were immediately busy taking them out, making conversation limited. "Whew!" Oswald said when they finally got some breathing space. "Things are really crazy around here." "Tell me about it," Mickey replied. He frowned and brushed at his arms as ink rose from them. "You okay?" Mickey nodded, giving the rabbit a tired smile. "Yeah, I’m good. Definitely not looking forward to getting into the mansion, though." At that moment, Gus warped in. "The locals tell me that the mansion ha

Back at Mean Street, Oswald checked his radar. "Looks like it's over at Fort Wasteland." Mickey leaned in, looking at the remote. The screen displayed a very bare-bones map of Wasteland, outlines defining only the basic terrain and roads. Prominent landmarks were marked with small icons. At the very top portion of the screen, a white dot flashed, emitting ripples with a small pinging sound. "Aren't all the Blotlings there reformed now?" "Yeah," Oswald replied. "But there's been a lot of issues between 'em and the local Toons. Lots of folks are still pretty uneasy havin' 'em around." "I'll bet," Mickey commented. "Yeah, can't say I'd be t

(by Aqua-Melody101 and 09alih) Back at Mean Street, Oswald pulled out his remote and turned on the radar. "Alright then. One down, four to go." As Oswald watched the screen for results, Mickey sidestepped a Beetleworx scurrying down the street toward the train station with a stack of scrap metal. His grin grew troubled. "I sure hope we can get this stopped soon... those things can really do some damage, n' everyone's worked so hard to repair everything." Oswald glanced up from his remote and nodded. "Tell me about it." He sighed. "Wasteland just can’t seem t’ catch a break." Not since I showed up. Mickey barely kept himself from

(by Aqua-Melody101 and 09alih) One after the other, Oswald, Mickey and Gus landed on the other side of the projector in Ventureland. The first thing all three noticed was the pirates hanging around the buildings. "Hm... guess Captain Hook still hasn’t shown up," Mickey muttered. "Still, I thought they would have left by now," Oswald added. Mickey smirked. "Well, remember who we're dealin' with here. Without someone telling 'em where to go, half of 'em don't even move." Oswald snickered in response. "True. Those poor fellas. Bunch o' mindless flunkies." Mickey chuckled, then noticed Animatronic Daisy moving around the pirates, her

(by Aqua-Melody101 and 09alih) "Then what happened? What? What?" Mickey grinned at the group of bunny children, who were all quivering with anticipation as they watched him with pricked ears and wide, eager eyes. "Then, just when we thought it was done..." he said, holding his hands in front of him like claws. "RARGH!" He lunged forward, making the bunnies squeal in fear and delight, a few of the youngest ones curling up into balls. "The dragon bot burst out of the lava, its tail whipping out two huge sawblades whirrin’ so fast, we could barely see ‘em! And then—" "Your uncle screamed and hid while I finished the job w

(by Aqua-Melody101 and 09alih) Wasteland was quiet that night, some might say unusually quiet. However, in Bog Easy, Ghost Ian was breezing through Blot Alley, thinking it was one of the nicest evenings he’d ever seen. A faint chill in the air, fog, the occasional faint howl from the wind; he landed on the ground and sighed in contentment. It was just right. Suddenly, a yelp came from up ahead. The ghost was about to go see what it was when a Spatter ran around a nearby street corner, then scampered up and tried to hide behind Ghost Ian, shaking and whimpering like a scared puppy. "What’s got you all shook up, little fella?" Almo

(by Aqua-Melody101 and 09alih) "I don’t get it, Ortensia," Oswald muttered as he leaned against a wall. "I can tell something’s bugging him and I’m tryin’ to help, but every time I bring it up, he acts like I’m threatenin’ to punch him in the nose. And frankly, I’m gettin’ close." Ortensia smiled at him as she herded a group of bunny children outside to play. She knew he was just concerned, even if he wouldn’t admit it. "Now, Oswald, I don’t think you’ll have to do that. Why don’t you just ask outright?" The rabbit looked up in surprise. "Huh?" Ortensia rolled her eyes.