Time flowed along, the two worked the gag factory with Prescott and the three became quite close. Lycra always sticking around the mouse who for the moment was called Vague since that was exactly what his memories were. However... One day changed everything.

"How's that look Prescott?" The mouse asked after fixing the factoy's sign.

"Nice job Vague." Prescott told him as Lyra watched from below. "Hey Lycra, could you go get that can of paint from the back? I'd like to fix this wall."

"Sure thing!" She was a bit bigger than when they got her but not by much as she ran off.

Vague flips down to the ground and looks at the sign.

"You did great work repairing the sign." Prescott told him. "Finally we can read it again."

"Wasn't hard, just followed your suggestion."

Prescott smiled. "But still, good work."

Then a series of yelps and metal clanging got their attention.

"That sounded like Lycra!"

Both quickly race towards the sounds. The poor pup was caught in the glass container on the back of a beetleworks. "Vague! Prescott! Help!"

"We're coming Lycra!"

A second beetleworks dropped down and grabbed Vague, placing him in the same kind of container.

"Let them go!" Prescott grabbed his wrench.

"Get off!" Vague growled, trying to kick the beetlework. As Prescott began to go for them a familuar lab coat got in his way. "I am sorry I am late!" A Russian sounding voice called out.

"Doc?" Prescott looked startled then angry. "What do you want?"

"I'm here to infact to help!"

"Then what do you call this?" He jestured to the beetleworks.

"Just a little glitch in programing." The bald mad said.

"Ugh..." The poor gremlin facepalmed.

"Don't worry I can fix it."

"You better!" Prescott was furious. "Those two are my best friends! If anything happens to them, so help me I will dismantle you myself! Understand?!"

The Mad Doctor nods. "I understand, just a second."

"Humph." Prescott crossed his arms and waited. Soon after a little bit of work, the two beetleworks released the two toons to the ground.

"Guys!" Prescott quickly hurried over to them. "Are you two alright?"

"Ooh... My head hurts," Lycra stood up. "But I'm okay."

Vague rubs his sides. "Don't want to do that again."

"You two head into the factory, I'm sure a bit of paint and a health orb will fix you right up." Prescott helped Vague to his feet.

"Alright."

Prescott watched them go. "Alright, Doc what is it that you really want?"

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As for the other two, Lycra decided to lie down. Vague made sure to look over her. "I bet your tried."

"Yeah... Those things seem to drain you if you stick around too long."

"Get some rest then." She smiled at him in thanks before falling asleep. And Vague watches with a smile.

Prescott came back in a while later and began to gather up his tools.

"Is everything alright now?"

"Y-yeah..." Prescott didn't look at him as he answered. "Look, I have to go help out in ventureland for now. Promise me you'll keep an eye on Lycra. She tends to have a talent for finding trouble."

"I can do that. Just be careful."

"I know." With that the gremlin vanished to go do his duty.

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A few weeks later, they still had heard nothing from Prescott but Oswald and Mickey decided to pay the two a visit.

"Hello Oswald." Vague said to the rabbit.

"Hello...uh sorry I didn't get your name before." Oswald rubbed the back of his head in embarrassment.

"I'm going by Vauge."

"Ah, anyway. This is my younger brother Mickey." Oswald gestured to the black mouse beside him.

"Nice to meet you!" Lycra yipped.

"Your the somebody..." Vauge said to himself.

"Y-Yeah." Mickey looked away.

"I see..Why are you two here?"

"We're looking for Prescott, have you seen him?"

Lycra shook her head. "Not since he left for Venture Land a while ago."

"We've been here ourselves for a bit. Why?"

"Well... The projectors got smashed and we thought he might know why."

"We don't know, sorry."

Mickey sighed while Oswald just nodded. "We'll go check Mean street. If we find him, we'll let you know when we come back."

"Okay."

As they left Lycra looked up at Vague. "I'm worried..."

"Me too. Do you think we should go look?"

"It couldn't hurt right?"

"Right, we might find him better with more looking." She nodded and followed him out.

"..."

"Vague? You okay?"

"Just thinking again."

"Wanna talk about it?"

"There's not much to say. I'm worried about Prescott and I keep wondering about that Mickey."

"What about him?"

"I'm not quite sure what to think of him and I don't know what he thinks of me."

"Does it really matter that much?"

"I know I shouldn't let it but I do wonder."

"I'm curious as to what the world outside of here looks like." She looked up at the false sky, painted red lately.

"I have too."

They stopped as they looked up. "I wanna know... What's beyond that? Other worlds? Other places? Other versions of our friends? I want to see it. But..." The poor vixen's head went down. "...according to Oswald we can't leave."

"There's just has to be a way."

"Vague?"

"It can't be set in stone. There's always loopholes, if you can find them."

"We'll find a way." She brushed his hand with her bushy tail.

"Yes, let's go back to looking for Prescott."

She nodded and put her nose to the ground.

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Much later after hours of searching... Lycra sat down, tired out from all the walking. "We've searched everywhere Vague..."

"I know...where is he..." The mouse sighed as he sat down too. Lycra whimpered and rested her muzzle on his leg. "I miss him..."

"We both do."

"I wonder if Oswald and his brother are having any more luck?"

Vague wonders too. "More then us I bet."

The vixen sighed. "Should we head back?"

"It is late. We'll find him, just not today."

Regrettably they headed home...Still worried about the missing gremlin.