Wasted
Epic Mikey and SSB crossover

WARNING! THIS STORY IS ALMOST COMPLETELY NON CANON AND CONTAINS SOME OF MY OCS! READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!

"No! Clockwork!"

"Joshabi, I can't..."

"Shhh, it's OK Clockwork, we're here."

"Why can't I feel parts of me... It hurts bad Joshabi..."

"Just be quite, there's an Artist coming, they can help you."

"I don't want him to go!"

"Clockwork, I-"

"Hush. I'm here, nothing matters, I'm going to help you."

"Clockwork, you need to move now, we've got someone coming."

"You'll be OK Clockwork, trust me."

That was a few hours before I 'died'.
My name is Clockwork, and if you haven't figured it out yet, I'm one of Joshabi's OCs.
But I'm not the one on his bio. Oh no, I'm very different to that Clockwork.
You see, usually an author creates and kills off and dumps OCs all the time. There are only a few that don't. Joshabi tries to avoid it.
To be fair, so do most authors. Joshabi tries a bit harder than most, that's all.
That doesn't stop thinner killing us though.
Now, at this point, it would be reasonable to say, "But Clockwork, Joshabi's a writer, how are you affected by thinner?"
But there I was, dying, parts of my body lost in a suicide attack by another OC.
Artists try, oh gods they try.
But we die all the same. Even Mickey can't stop that.

"A pencil, for a budding artist." Joshabi said, placing the object in his OC's pocket. "Maybe you do go to the Wasteland when you die."
The female Lopunny next to him hugged him. "I wish we could have saved him." She sobbed quietly.
Joshabi patted her on the head. "We can save him yet." He muttered. "We can save him yet."

And my author gave me a pencil. What are the chances.
You see, paint on its own is practically useless. It's the outlines that matter. Joshabi never fleshes out someone unimportant. Same of about half the authors. Others flesh out all of their OCs, and they end up in the Wasteland.
Which happens to be where I am now.

"A pencil? What use is a pencil?"

The rabbit was tapping his foot fast, glaring at Clockwork. He shrugged. "The outlines have to come from somewhere."

"What use are outlines?" Oswald asked the Lopunny.

"Well..." Clockwork said, tapping his paw to his nose, "I bet that there's some things that we can draw and use with this ..."

So now, I sit in an office, dead, drawing pictures of hearts, and gears, and food, and clothes.
Because I have gone to heaven. I am a litte guardian angel.
And I save characters lives.

"Mickey!"
The mouse turned around. The rabbit behind him was unmistakable, if modernised a bit. Behind him was a huge family, a group of friends, and a few enemies to. But in the real world, it was a dream come true.
"Oswald!"

Just a short one-shot I felt like doing. This will later have implications for my story, SSB: Rise of the OCs.
Oh! Plot hint!