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9. Ambush Hug; TAKE COVER!

Meme: Platonic Touch

Oswald was minding his own business, staring down at a clipboard full of tasks that he needed to complete in Wasteland: Drain the thinner in Small World, finish repairs to Dark Beauty Castle, check on construction of the br—”AHH!” His thought process was cut short as something suddenly tackled him from behind.

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“Star gazing was a great idea!”

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“ Yeah, I guess so… ”

Granted, having been in Wasteland for so many decades, with nothing but a fake sky, it felt nice to actually sit back and enjoy the stars again. Especially here, with his brother, the only family he had left.

The rabbit glanced over at the mouse briefly, taking notice of how bright his eyes looked, how optimistic Mickey was. Faintly Oswald remembered a time when he was just as optimistic and happy with bright eyes that had the attention of their father for a time. And what a short time that had been, it only lasted for only a year, barely two, before his whole life began a domino affect of many terrible circumstances that seemed to continue plaguing his whole life.

Oswald took a deep breath and turned away from his brother, focusing on the stars again. He hated how often his mind wandered back to the past, like he was forever trapped by the story that was his past, which shaped how he saw the world now compared to when Walt and Ub first created him. When it seemed he was destined for greatness, only to fall and keep falling for what felt like years until he was finally forgotten.

“ I wonder if it gets any easier, ” he mused to himself, quietly, only vaguely aware now that his brother was lying next to him on the grass. But he just couldn’t help but wonder if he’d ever be able to move on from everything that had happened; memories from dark parts of his past that seemed to constantly plague and affect him even now—now when he was home and had a heart again he should have felt better already. He should have healed already, and he hated that having a heart made his emotions even more out of whack than they already were.

Hopefully in time his life could finally get back on track. Hopefully he could finally be happy and move on.

Maybe one day.

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Mickey sent a 💤 to tell her to go to bed!

“But it’s not my bedtime, Uncle Mick…!” The little toon protested, cheeks and tiny snout rather flushed as she planted her chin pleadingly over the top of the couch to look at him. “Not even close…!”