Fate is a peculiar thing. Luring others in to wild adventures, it prays on the curious, the bored and the dull minded. You may have heard the tale I'm about to tell but not quite in the way you remember...
A long time ago on a very peculiar day, my mirror lured someone out of his bed and opened up a doorway to my workshop. I do not know if the mirror was being mischievous or malicious. Perhaps it knew that the curious intruder had a role to play in my project...
Mickey Mouse grinned widely as his eyes sparkled with childish curiosity whilst he grabbed the paintbrush he had seen his old master using so expertly. He pondered for a while, wondering what to create. What to do...
What.
To.
Do.
That's it!
This world was similar to Disneyland, one of Walt's finest examples of creativity, right? So, therefore he should be there as Walt's first ever creation!
Grinning as pictured his masterpiece, Mickey swished the paintbrush to-and-fro, side to side, until it made a inky mouse shape. However, it began to disfigure and sink. Desperate,Mickey poured the green liquid he'd seen Yensid place one the paintbrush moments before. Thinner. He snatched up the sponge lying idly on the table as the combined, gooey inky mess began to squelch and grumble. Suddenly, it began to seep into the beautiful creation, tarnishing it by erasing the goodness of it. After watching a demonic blot beast slither from the draining bottle of thinner in to the Wizard's project, Mickey scrambled away, frantic, as Yensid hurried downstairs. He rushed back towards the mirror he'd come from and vanished, as if he'd never set foot in the workshop.
I heard the noises and rushed to see what had happened, but I was too late. The world I had created was ravaged, a wasteland...
The mysterious intruder was gone. I did not learn his identity. Well, not for a very long time...
Years passed as Mickey grew more and more popular among the people across the world, making him forget the world he destructed. It wasn't until the mouse was asleep the night after an award ceremony that it truly came back to haunt him. He dozed peacefully, snoring a little.
Something cold and slimy dripped on to him and he snuffled, believing it to be his dog , Pluto, again. More oozed on to him and he awoke with a start just as a massive roar erupted from the blot monster coming out of the mirror with large arms slopping ink everywhere. The mouse screamed as he was taken, trying to cling to anything that could save him in vain. Dragged rugged through his mirror and in to Yensid 's work shop, Mickey screamed as he tried to grab anything. "HELP!"
Upstairs, a young maiden stirred from her slumber to the sound of crashes and screaming. "Dad!" She yelled. Fear shot through her as she shoved black pumps on to her feet and charged downstairs. She screeched before she was yanked by a slippery arm. Her brown hair whipped violently and ink pooled off her starry pyjama t-shirt and shorts, covering up the dark blue of them. She plucked up her father's pencil to erase the beast but it did nothing. Beside her, a cartoon mouse struggled to beat the blot with his feet, kicking and wailing. His hand knocked the magic paintbrush down with him, the blot and the girl.
And so they vanished into the Wastelands, screams mixed with the burgled roars of a nightmare.