Oswald's Story

Prolouge
My breathing echoed through the duengon... I mean, vault, of Universal Studios.

I was suprised that toons could live this long without eating. I was also thirsty, my lips showed it. Dust and cobwebs surrounded my body as I begged for my life back.

My OLD one, that is. Not the enslavement I found out with the others who were taken or made here. " Mintz did this to me.," I realized. I knew Mintz was a jerk on the outside, but he was a monster on the inside. A complete and total monster.

In the vault, it is NOT as good as it sounds. It's where old toys, films, and toons go when Mintz said they were useless to the company. But also, it's where Toons are chained to the wall and locked away.

For good.

I was lucky to break out my chains, but the vault was locked. I couldn't escape. Not even with any gags.

Just as I was about to fall asleep, I heard his voice. Mr. W.

" Well, well. If it isn't Mr. Out of Lucky Rabbit. How has it been, reject?," Woodpecker asked. The voice haunted me since I was locked away.

Woody Woodpecker was my only friend. That is, until I found out his TRUE nature. He and Mintz were a team. They would make and steal new toons and use them as their own torture experiments. Once done, they threw them in the duengon to rot and dissolve. Woody was the one who KILLED Mintz, though. That way, he could rule Universal under a toony fist.

He and him were the best of friends. Until my last cartoon. That's when he went rouge on me. On us.

" Why would I answer you?," I asked Woody. He stared at me with complete hatred and insanity.

" Why? Because I OWN you, Oswald! You've been my slave since 1940! Remember that day?," he answered in a dark and menacing tone. It just wanted to make me... upchuck. If I had even eaten anything.

" ANSWER ME, RUNT!!!," he yelled. This time, I answered.

" I do, you poor excuse of a bird! I do remember the day you murdered your own producer! I do remember you erasing Felix! I remember EVERYTHING YOU'VE EVER DONE TO ANYONE IN YOUR WAY!!!," I answered, near tears. He stared at me, now looking more demented.

" Indeed. Because all I wanted was to be the top of cartoons. And then you came along and... and...," he stopped in mid- sentence. " And became king," he said.

" Well, I better be off! Bugs wants to die, so I'm going to fufill his wish! Ah ha ha, ah ha ha, ah ha ha, ah heh heh heh heh!," he said, finishing his sentence with his trademark laugh, only more demented.

I stood there, feeling lonely. My only companion, a red bearded cowboy name Yosemite Sam, was the only other one in there.

" Pardner, It ain't dat bad. We get DVDs and other tings," he said in his cowboy voice.

" Yes, it is! My life was taken away from me! We have no food or water, and we have no one else to turn to!," I yelled. All at once, I started to sob and moan. Woody... he was a devil. How could he do this? I wish I could be free from this hell-hidden place.

Little did I know, next month, I would meet the brother I never knew I had.

Chapter 1: Free at Last
By April 2006, I was almost dead. My body started dissolving and I had the urge to close my eyes forever.

I slept day and night. Hoping to be set free, I waited. Not only did anyone ever come, but Yosemite Sam died. I was now alone in a dark duengon with no one to be with.

One day, I heard the voice of Woody talking to a human. Unusual, since no one ever came anymore.

" So, which one?," Woody said in his old, non-threatening voice. I heard the word " Rabbit," and gasped! I was going to get out of here!

More coming soon!