"He tried to recreate everything." Gus told Mickey as they strolled down Mean street, a very twised version of what Mickey had remembered as Main Street. Mickey kicked a pebble as he remembered back in the 50s when He would walk down Main Street with Mickey in hand when the park first opened. They were both so happy then, and His face lit more that day than Mickey had ever remembered it being. Even now as His face came back into Mickey's mind.
Gus and Mickey walked by the statue in the center of Mean Street. Naturally, Mickey looked up at His face. It seemed so happy and full of life, even in this sad and forgotten world. When He had first shown Mickey that statue, both of them broke into tears. Mickey's tears were that of his 'father' and how close they had become and how he wished for this moment to never stop. His tears were because his dreams were coming true and that he had worked so hard for them to be that way. Mickey never knew about Oswald at the time, He never seemed to mention that rabbit.
Mickey's gaze turned down to a small figure that held His hand. Mickey's heart sank when he saw that it was Oswald, not he, Mickey. Gus quickly noticed this.
"With some differences." Gus added to his previous statement. Mickey said nothing.
At first, Mickey hated Oswald for doing something like that. That was Mickey's 'father,' NO ONE elses! but... maybe that was just it. He had once created Oswald just like He had created Mickey, no different and no better. Oswald never had the chance to know Him like Mickey had been lucky enough to do. That could have been why He had held Mickey so close to Him, as to not recreate what happened with Oswald. Mickey looked back up at His statue counterpart. So many memories created with Him, and Oswald was not a part of any of them. Mickey truly felt sorry for Oswald now, but he realized, his current guilt and sorrow for the rabbit could have been nothing to what He had felt when He had lost His first 'son.'
"Let's go." Mickey told Gus resentfully before leaving the statue behind. Gus stayed behind for a bit, glancing from the statue to Mickey. But he followed suit not long after. He knew better than to not say another word.
