Some time ago, in a world void of imagination…

. . .

Seven figures loomed over the human girl as her face grew pale with their sudden approach.

"No, no please!" the human begged.

What you have done is unforgivable. You must be punished.

"No… no please…!" the human cried, getting down her hands and knees. "I didn't know! I didn't think…"

Your crime can not be forgiven, it can not be forgotten. You will suffer for as long as you are aware.

"No…! No, no, no!"

With a single word, the figures raised their hands as if in prayer, and as the girl whimpered a shadow started to form from underneath of her. The shadow darkened before it slowly started to swallow the girl alive. Her whimpering quickly began to turn into screeches of terror.

To a Wasteland you will be sent; encased in stone is how you will see the world. They will call you an Angel, but they will never know your true nature. You will see many different creatures roam the world, but you shall never be able to call for help. You will watch them suffer and be able to do nothing. Will you ever be freed from your prison? Perhaps… Someday you could ask a certain lucky rabbit and his mouse of a brother. But what mercy could they show for a monster like you?

. . .

The news was given to Oswald as frank as possible. It certainly wasn't the answer that he wanted to hear, that's for sure. Wasn't quite the answer Mickey had been expecting either. The gremlin that had been assigned to deliver the bad news looked a bit sheepish at their reactions, however justified they were.

"One more time." Oswald requested. "I just want to make sure I'm hearing this right. No one can get to Dark Beauty at all right now?"

The gremlin nodded. "If any part of Wasteland got the most amount of damage from the quake was that poor castle." he affirmed. "Connection to the projectors have been practically severed from the main network, and the train station was taken down during the last major quake Wasteland saw. And then there were the fireworks…"

Unintentionally or not, Oswald flinched at the mention of the fireworks. Now he just hoped no one would tell Ortensia about the miscellaneous fireworks that he had collected around the castle before the quakes hit.

"How am I going to get back to the Toon World?" Mickey then inquired. "Didn't you guys use a TV as a portal between our worlds?"

"The quake damaged it soon after you arrived Mick, don't you remember?" Oswald reminded, shoving the memory of his firework hoarding out of mind.

"What about if we fiddle with a TV sketch?" the mouse then asked.

"No good." The gremlin told him. "A television produced by the TV sketch wouldn't last long enough to create a connection to the Toon World- even if it could, it doesn't have the same power as a classic telly."

"What about Mickeyjunk Mountain?" Mickey then suggested. "There were televisions there."

Oswald looked at Mickey and let out an amused scoff. "Between the Blot and the quakes, Mickeyjunk Mountain is the EPA's worse nightmare." The rabbit told his brother with a small hint of pride. "Getting near that place is going to be more impossible than getting to Dark Beauty at this rate."

"And there are no other televisions in Wasteland?" Mickey asked. Oswald and the gremlin nodded their heads.

"You gotta understand Mickey," Oswald pointed out, "Most of us were theater Toons; it was all we knew. After we set up the projectors to get through Wasteland, we didn't really think about using televisions. Heck, I'd place a good ten bucks that most of these Toons don't even know what a television is."

"So… I'm not leaving any time soon?" Mickey asked. His question was met in silence as Oswald and the gremlin simply looked back at him. The mouse then gave a solemn nod in understanding.

"Min's going to be upset when I miss our date again." He then said. "I hope she'll understand though."

"Now that we are agreed," the gremlin then started to say, "The rest of the gremlins and I will find a way back to Dark Beauty. Have fun while you wait!"

"Thanks." Mickey and Oswald both said as the gremlin left.

"Well then…" Oswald then started to say, feeling a bit awkward now. "How dead are you going to be when Minnie find out you're late for your date?"

Mickey looked at his brother with a funny look before realizing that the rabbit had been joking. The mouse soon after gave a light chuckle.

. . .

Down underground on the Angel side of the Rainbow Caverns a rejected dwarf named Deafy had been told to investigate the statue of the Angel of Wasteland. Some Toons had been complaining about it smelling… sounding… like another cupcake… earthquake was going to come. They needed someone to go down to check, Deafy just happened to be around so he was volunteered unwillingly. Just because he was a wharf… dwarf, didn't mean that people could just assume that he knew his way around a whine... mine. Mine is what they said, right? The Cavern wasn't a place to whine, but it sure didn't look much like a mine either.

Turns out there might have been something to whine about after all; the statue of the Angel of Wasteland had completely fallen away from the cavern wall, leaving behind a rather large amount of rubble under the site.

Muttering at his luck and stereotypical role, Deafy set to work clearing the rubble in search of any Toon that could have gotten trapped under. He dug around for quite some time, breaking away larger chunks with his pickaxe, confident that Oswald wouldn't want to keep the fallen rocks around anyway. Deafy continued to work until he got to a point where the original ground could reached again. From the section he was working on, he started to notice a price of fabric sticking out in the rubble. Not a fabric he recognized though, but it could still mean someone was trapped under so the dwarf worked faster.

The fabric had more to it, starting to shape itself out as a dress, and after a minute or so Deafy noticed a pair of feet under the fabric.

"Great..." the dwarf hastily muttered before working faster still. He continued to uncover the feet and worked upwards to uncover the legs, torso, arms, and head- all of which were facing down as if the falling rocks had taken them from behind. Deafy uncovered all of the body before carefully rolling them over to get a look at their face.

For a moment, after realizing what he had uncovered, Deafy stood frozen before running toward the projector for Mean Street. No one like this has ever been in Wasteland before, and everyone was going to know about it too.

. . .

The Angel has been freed my sister, what would you like us to do next?

Kill her.