So, I actually started this story a long time ago, but then I just kinda stopped. I'm hopeing that posting it here will make me finish it. I actually have up to chapter sixteen done, so I just have to type them here. I don't own Oz or any of the original characters. Here's the prologue. Enjoy (hopefully)!

I'm supposed to be dead. Not to be creepy or morbid or anything, but it's true. When I was seventeen, my heart was failing, so they gave me a prototype of a new invention. Robotic hearts. A complex labyrinth of wires and microscopic technology. I'd be even better than a regular heart they said. Programmed to run until I was one hundred, without any chance of heart failure. Besides, if it failed, I was going to die anyway, so what did I have to lose? They had warned me that I wouldn't age for some reason. For some unknown reason, my heart never stopped working. At least, that's the story they told me. I honestly have no memory of any procedure like that. But if it's true, then I have a metallic heart, ticking away the centuries like a clock winding down.