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INTO THE MICKEY-VERSE, Part One:
Mickey Mouse In The Multiverse of Madness!
Mickey Mouse In The Multiverse of Madness!
“When you wish upon a star…”
Mickey reached out. A small hand, even tinier than his own, flailed upwards towards him, then slipped out of reach.
He grasped on to the only other thing he could reach.
He heard a snap.
Snap, crackle, pop, Mickey Mouse was on a bot.
A boat. Mickey Mouse was on a boat.
It made sense. The last thing he remembered feeling before losing unconsciousness was the distinctly uncomfy feeling of water rushing down his tiny throat, choking him into submission. The waters of Opealon dragged him down, pulling him into their depths, as the colony of Nausicaa vanished into nothingness above him.
The tendrils of hopelessness, too, crept up his spine; with the island fading further and further into the distance, so too did any chance he had of stopping the Cap’n. Many warriors still fought valiantly against the Unmade Arbiter within the caverns of the Water Temple, certainly, but for the mouse king… well, the battle had ended. He’d lost.
How had he survived? The force of Cap’n David’s hits — of Darkseid’s very essence imbuing his crustacean muscles with power — had been enough to splinter the mouse’s Iron Mickey armor into many different pieces. He remembered it coming apart as he sank into the ocean planet’s endless sea, drifting away from him. He remembered trying to reach out and retrieve what he could, but the pain surging through his muscles had overpowered him so much that he barely even managed to move his head to watch them float away. No chance at actually moving once the salty waters had begun to choke him.
And yet, somehow, the sweet and delicious sun of Sweetzerland shone over him, a yellow-orange gumdrop in the middle of a clear, crystal blue sky. Mickey’s whole face scrunched up as he suddenly realized he was back on… Nos’talgia?!
He shot up, blinking furiously. Surely, his eyes were deceiving him, right? He’d been sinking into the depths of nothingness on Opealon, right? So how had he managed to freakin’ teleport halfway across the galaxy back to this candy-crusted, cartoon-crowded celestial body? He glanced down at the floor, hoping past hope that maybe the vessel that rocked and wriggled in whatever body of water he’d ended up in now was his Spaceboat, only to be greeted instead by a icing-coated stretch of graham cracker floor.
The mouse pressed a gloved hand to the ground and tried to get up, only to get yanked back to the ground by something wrapped around one of his ankles. His head jerked back, gaze falling on a set of licorice chains that held him in place on the bridge of this ship.
He blinked again, but this time in disbelief. Did they really expect some candy to hold him here?
“Voltar thundasir!” he shouted, his keyblade materializing in his hand and shooting a bolt of lightning from its tip. The electric shock crashed into the licorice chain, snapping it in two and releasing the mouse from its bindings. The recoil from his shot of lightning sent him stumbling backwards, but he quickly regained his footing and sprinted for the side of this sweet little ship.
He leapt up onto the candy cane railing, staring down in horror at the large expanse of the Mountain Dew River stretching out before him. The nearest shore was a good hundred feet away or more, and without a Magic Carpet to come in clutch, he was pretty darn stuck here unless he could find some other way out.
Mickey spun around, bouncing off the railing and back onto the graham cracker floor of this ship’s starboard side. The licorice chain clinked as he dragged it along behind him and lifted the Star Seeker until his keyblade was pointed, in the best en garde position he could muster, at the speaker who’d just made themselves known.
A human stood before him, tall and lithe and brown-skinned, dressed in floofy pink pants and a matching veil and cropped top. The human’s features were hard and deliberately angled, and from beneath the veil a slight fuzz peeked out, indicating this person had… a beard? Mickey examined them with great interest as the human held out a hand, trying their best to take a step towards him. In kind, he took a step back and scowled.
“Step off, pal,” he growled. “I don’t take kindly to bein’ chained up, ya hear?”
The human fell into a hasty curtsy, their knees almost hitting the floor as they tried to lower themselves so far they were even shorter than the mouse. “My masters meant no offense, Your Majesty,” the person said, “they simply wanted to corral any frantic impulses you might have upon your sudden waking.”
Mickey scoffed. Please. Frantic, him? Since freakin’ when? A likely story. He’d just been involved in perhaps the greatest heroic team-up the Crossroads had ever known, almost lost his goshdarn life about it, and when he woke up in chains he was supposed to believe it was just a safety precaution? Nah, he knew this story — he’d seen this movie plenty of times, and undoubtedly the person behind it was someone sinister, probably twiddling their mustache in some dark and secret control room at this very moment.
“I assure you,” they continued, “we mean you no harm. We’re just interested in your very… particular set of skills, Mr. Mouse.”
Mickey had to stifle the urge to chuckle; he’d heard that before, too. Behind the unfortunate messenger, a door slid open.
Ha, Mickey thought, revealing yourself so soon, villain? Some evil genius you are, fella!
The entire wall of the ship’s main cabin was also made of graham crackers, so little chunks were sawed off as the door opened revealing a shadowy corridor. Mickey squinted, trying his best to catch a glimpse at the mastermind waiting to spew their evil plan to him. He’d barely been on this boat five minutes — or, well, probably longer, but he’d barely been conscious on this boat five minutes — and already he was in a hurry to have this over with, and be off. After all, he had to figure out what the heck had been going on in the galaxy since he’d been unconscious. It couldn’t have been that long, right?
From the shadowy darkness, a small, slight figure emerged, entirely gray except for the light blue haze surrounding her as she floated into view. Braided pigtails fell behind her head loosely, one slightly more stretched than the other, tied together with pretty bows and accompanied by a little flower in her hair. She wore a slightly ratty-looking short-sleeve dress, a thick belt wrapped around her waist. As she came into the Nos’talgia sunlight, Mickey felt his heart sink and his stomach drop.
“Hi, Mr. Mouse,” the ghost of Little Susie smiled. “Do you remember me?”
Quest: The Greatest Show Unearthed
Post WC: 1145
Quest WC: 1145/20000