Chapter 0

November 13, 2015

Friday 2:42 pm

"Hey Oswald!" Mickey's voice exclaimed, startling the rabbit into dropping the circuit board he was about to place inside his robot. He looked up with a scowl only to see Mickey's apologetic face. "Sorry."

"What's the news?" Oswald asked, picking up the board and looking it over to make sure it was still alright.

"Amelia's planning on coming to Thanksgiving." Mickey informed with a smile.

"That's great!" Oswald smiled, glad to see his nephews soon. He glanced over at the calendar on the wall and realized, "That's almost two weeks away now. What happened between the two of you anyway?"

"I honestly don't know." Mickey said, putting his hands in his pockets as he leaned against the workbench. "I mean, for a while it felt like I was Morty and Ferdie's Dad and then she wanted them back and that was it."

"Maybe you should ask her." Oswald tried, looking back at his horse to work on it.

"I don't know, what if she's just been able to put whatever it is behind her. I don't want to bring it back up again." Mickey said.

"Men." Ortensia's voice said, getting the two to look up at her in the doorway. "Mickey, you're assuming whatever it was has to do with something you did. What if it's something she's done?"

"But why would she not talk to me than?" Mickey asked.

"She might have her reasons." Ortensia shrugged. "I have a new batch of cookies cooling. Clean up and get some before the bunny children do."

"Thanks, love." Oswald smiled at her retreating form. "Just let me weld this last piece in."

The rabbit pulled on a welder's mask before starting the flame and getting to work as Mickey watched from a safe distance. As Oswald worked, Mickey moved closer to the head, noticing it now looked more like a cow than a horse but before he could ask about it, the eyes flashed to life. The mouse stepped back in surprise only for the cow's head to jump forwards and bite hold of Mickey's wrist.

"Hey, what on-?!" Oswald cried out, turning off the torch and throwing off his mask as Mickey struggled to free his hand. The rabbit moved to try to help his brother only to be forced to look away as a blinding flash of light filled the garage.

As Oswald turned to look back at the spot they had been in he stared in horror at the singed concrete left in their wake.