11/6/2022 0 Comments Epic mickey clock tower fanfiction![]() ![]() When Mickey's gaze once again moved upwards, however, his eyes met with a familiar face: And moving quickly, Mickey snatched up the brush it was quite larger than normal paintbrushes, and coated with two substances he recognized right away: Paint and Thinner. The paintbrush he had unthinkingly grabbed ahold of as he was pulled into this place! His eyes darted around for some sort of weapon- anything, really- but his thoughts were interrupted by the sudden feeling of his shoe impacting with.something below his foot. The mouse immediately jumped down from the table. The man struggled to tear the plunger away from his face, to no avail, which bought Mickey a few seconds. It soared through the air, like an arrow, until comically impacting the other's face. Thinking quickly, Mickey then snatched the plunger from above and threw it in the direction of the man. and broke through the metal bindings with a sudden feat of strength he had no idea he even had. And with one last bout of desperation and determination, the mouse jerked his arms at the restraints. Surprisingly, that cleared up even less of the questions Mickey had.īut judging by the situation, the man was not planning to let Mickey leave alive. "It is what I am owed! It is what all of Wasteland is owed!" "My friend, your Heart! That beating Heart in your chest!" the man responded. ![]() "What are you- what's going on!?" Mickey asked again, expecting an answer this time. until finally, stopping at the fiercest weapon of all: a wooden plunger. A moment of silence hindered Mickey's lips, and his attention shifted to the overhead device, which whirred and spun with the shifting of sharp, deadly looking weapons. "And as your friend, I believe you owe me a simple kindness."īefore the mouse could respond, the man pulled the large lever next to him with a mechanical thunk. "I am iend." The man spoke, a wicked smile creeping on his face. "What's going on!?" He struggled against the binds weighing him down in a desperate attempt to break himself free. Next to him was a whiteboard- some sort of diagram plastered onto it- and an array of levers of buttons making up the empty space beside him. His gaze darted around the area, until his eyes met with a toon man.tall, skinny, rather aged, and clad in a long, white lab coat. "Do not bother struggling, mouse." an unfamiliar voice hissed, interrupting his thoughts. He immediately noticed that he was unable to move his arms and legs, and further inspection proved him to be strapped down to a hard operating table. The mouse urged himself not to panic any further. An object very capable of tearing away the ink making up his body. A hundred sharp ridges, no doubt, aligned its blade. Panic bubbled in his chest as his attention fixed onto the edge of the weapon. And slowly, ever so slowly, his gaze moved downwards, before stopping at the long metal objects hanging inches away from his torso. His eyes met with a rickety looking machine, one stained with rust and green chemicals. It was a bright green, corrosive substance capable of eating away every last bit of ink that made up cartoon characters within milliseconds.Īnd as Mickey slowly regained his consciousness, his nose and lungs only became more aware of the Thinner fumes wafting in the air around him. Paint thinner- normally shortened to Thinner- within the chatter of toon communities. A familiar smell, and one he knew all too well. ![]() The first thing Mickey woke up to was the sharp scent of sewage infused with putrid, rotten chemicals, drifting mere inches away from his nose. ![]()
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