-Dark Beauty Rescued- a fanfiction

    As I waken from my rest, I see I'm not in my current home. I'm in a black room with stained glass windows with a little black rabbit with blue pants. He looks mysteriously familiar. The coal black eyes, the long ears. The wall were pitch black with rust coated into their surroundings. I was laying in a bed that was surprisingly comftorable. Soft and fluffy blanket with extra layered softness textured into the pillow. My leg was wraped in a cloth of pale white. There were some dabs of blood around the area of my left leg. I tried to stand up, but the pain was rushing through my veins and I threw my self onto the bed again. When I was fighting the Beetleworks the blading beaks cut my leg. It was very and badly painful. Just then, the same rabbit I saw in the stained glass windows entered my chamber.


    He looks at me with an irritated expression. I knew he was acting serious. There were so many questions running through my mind for him. I asked only one, which solved most of my thinking. "How did I get here, sir?". He rolled his eyes liked he was annyoed just at the first words that spit from my mouth. "Look here, girl. Here's the chiz. I'm not "sir", first off all missy. I'm Oswald the Luckiest rabbit on Earth. Well, to me I'm not so lucky," he replied. After that, he frowned. I frowned back at him, feeling bad for the poor guy. "Anywho, You got here because of me. Yes. Me. I found you lying on Mean Street shivering like a frozen Gremlin who just lost his hammer. I took you to Dark Beauty Castle, and here we are.". Dark Beauty Castle? What a deep name for a castle this different. I blinked for a slight second. There was something about this lucky rabbit that made me a little interested in his history and how he talks reflects on his life. "You leg was bleeding, so I had my brooms fix it for ya," Oswald added. I had one more question for him.


   "Where am I, Oswald?". He stared for a minute or two. I knew just by looking at him he was trying to think of what to say. Since this place is so different and lonely it's hard to explain. He had to think, or elts he would be absolutely clueless. I let him have time to think. Finally, his face brightend up. "Alright. So your're in a world called Wasteland. Got that? I've created this world for characters who've been lost and rejected over the course of the years and how they were starting to get un-popular, like me.
I was Walt Disney's first creation. Not that stupid Mickey Mouse! I was created before that mouse showed up! Until I was rejected by thw world and was brought here to make a world of my own. I've created places like Lonesome Manor, OsTown, Mean Street, Mickeyjunk Moutain, and the most well known, Tommorow City," he answers with a straight face. I started to feel even more bad for Oswald now that he explained his story. Forgotten by the world for over 80 years. I bet his must be depressed a lot because of him being gone for decades. I try to stand up to go see him, but I fell to the ground, shaking. "Oh!". He picked me up with his strength. Ossy is strong for a little guy. "If you move up any further, your're going to hurt your self even more!". I layed back down in comfort in my bed so my leg can heal. "I gotta hurry, girl. Mickey's waiting!". After that, he shut the door quietly.


  I quietly think about the rabbit. He sure is a special little guy. The poor guy shouldn't have been lost to the world. He deserved his fame that he loved. Getting love from everyone was sure nice back in the 1920's for Ossy. Maybe when my wounded leg is all healed once again, I may go help him with his quest.