A.N: Hiya! Welcome to my sixth Fanfiction. For now this will be here in the Disney section, only because Epic Mickey (the most anticipated game on my wish-list) isn't coming out until September 16 of this year. SO, there is no Epic Mickey in the "games" section yet. Anyway, Writer's block is preventing me from updating Mischief Magic and that chapter in progress is too unacceptably short to just post on a whim. I'm just writing this as of what I think could possibly happen since they didn't reveal whether or not that Minnie is even in the game.

Disclaimer: Epic Mickey belongs to Junction Point Studios / Disney.

Mickey was walking around the eerie forgottoness that was the Wasteland; he suddenly noticed something odd on the ground. It was a head! A very familiar one at that, as Mickey got closer, he recognized the identity of the head immediately.

"Donald? Is that you?!" Mickey squeaked, hardly believing he'd ever find a familiar face in a place like this. Obviously this was not the same Donald Duck that Mickey grew up with, but at this point of trying to find an instant way out, it's safe to say that something or some one of familiarity was better than a "Whole New World." (Pun intended)

"You! You're alive! Oh boy, am I glad to see you!" Donald's animatronic head quacked excitedly, "Uh, do you think you could help me out?"

"Sure thing buddy, but, uh, what happened to the rest of your body?" Mickey asked as politely as he could in hopes of not upsetting the duck of his obvious predicament of being just a head.

"That's what I need your help with. Ya see, one of the Mad Doctor's Beetleworx malfunctioned and caught me off guard, it shot at me and it was a bull's-eye, but it didn't destroy my body parts, just scattered them," Donald explained.

"Don't worry pal, I'll find the rest of your body," Mickey replied instantly with confidence, as he knew what to do.

"Thanks Mickey!" Donald exclaimed happily as he hopped into Mickey's hands, "Oh, and please don't take it out too harshly on Oswald. He didn't always used to be like this."

"I'll keep that in mind Donald. Say, if you're here does that mean the others are here too?"

"Of course! Oswald had the Mad Doctor create us because he wanted-!" the duck head cut himself off as if giving away too much, or almost forgetting that it's none of the mouse's business. But if anything, Mickey was already involved in the whole fiasco because the current state of the Wasteland is his fault to begin with.

"He wanted what?"

"You might have heard this a few times already, but Oswald is as jealous of you as the me in your world. He wanted everything you had, and apparently that included us."

"Gosh, and to think that I never even knew Oswald existed until earlier today."

"Well, actually you did know, but you forgot, and that's what this world is for: the forgotten," Donald half explained, half reminded. "Oswald's creation was just a year before yours, so it makes sense either way that you wouldn't remember."

"So Oswald's been jealous of me all this time?"

"Ever since you were born yes. Every now and then Oswald would complain at how you took the spotlight from him, which is why he ended up in the Wasteland in the first place…Hey! There's one of my body parts!"

Mickey looked at the ground a few feet away from them and saw a robotic arm. Being so caught up in the conversation about Oswald made the mouse completely forget about the task at hand. He picked up the arm and examined it.

"Are you sure this is you arm?" Mickey questioned the duck head.

"Of course it's my arm! Not everything about me would look exactly like the Donald Duck you know! Take my right eye for example, a piece of it is missing!" Donald snapped.

"Huh, good point. But what do I do after I've found all of your body parts?"

"Take me to the Gremlins, they're mechanics ya know, so they'll fix me up."

After a few good hours of searching, Mickey finally found all of Donald's body parts. Even when a shady looking Gremlin came and asked to buy Donald's body parts off of Mickey, he refused and continued onward. Then, he took them to the Gremlins he had freed from their cages along the way, and they fixed Donald to make him look as good as…repaired. There was no way they would've been able to make him look as good as new. Donald required a little more exterior skin if they were to make him an exact replica of Donald Duck. In any case, Mickey had to get going if he was going to catch up to Oswald.

"You sure you'll be alright without me?" Mickey asked the repaired animatronic duck.

"Yep. I just have to avoid any malfunctioning Beetleworx," Donald replied.

"Alrighty then, take care Don," Mickey said as he waved goodbye to the robotic version of his old friend.

"See ya later Mickey! And be careful!" Donald called out as he waddled away in his own direction.

"Don't worry, I will be!" Mickey called back over his shoulder.

Mickey continued on his path a little further and rescued a few more gremlins with plenty of gratitude from Gus. But as he thought of an animatronic version of Donald being here, and the fact that Donald himself said that the others were also created as animatronics, Mickey wondered if she was here too.

That's when he heard it. The "it" in question was a giggle, a melodic giggle, and one that he knew anywhere. His heart began to race, as he looked around frantically for the source to appear. But nothing was there. Mickey could only droop his ears at the possibility that he was hearing things. Great, just a few hours of being here and already he was losing his mind.

But then he heard it again. He decided to prepare himself this time. He reached for the magic paintbrush on his back and painted a pretty bouquet of flowers. If his hunch were right, then her personality would be the same here even though she'll be a bit more…robotic. The point is she still loves getting flowers from him. Now all he has to do is wait, sure she'll probably pounce on him out of pure joy, but at least he gets to see the, ahem, somewhat familiar face of his beloved while he's still stuck here in the Wasteland.

"Oh, Mickey!" came her happy squeal from behind him. Her glomping him was inevitable. So down he went with a grunt and freshly painted flowers still in hand, but at least he was smart enough to stretch out the arm he was holding them in so they wouldn't be squished. What he completely forgot about was the common fact that metal was heavier than the real deal in flesh and blood. If anything was getting squished it was him, but he didn't mind one bit.

"I knew you'd come here one day, I just knew it!"

"Uh, it's good to see you too Minnie," Mickey managed to say between her kisses and not knowing what else to say to the robot version of his own girlfriend.

A few seconds later she pulled back and just smiled at him lovingly. By now Mickey got a real good look at her. Compared to the Donald animatronic, Minnie was actually much more preserved, with the exception of her left eye of course. Like Donald's right eye, it was the glowing red cyborg eye, but surprisingly she could still blink with it (her eyelid and eyelash is still attached). Other than that, she looked like the exact replica of the real Minnie.

Uh-oh, now her…ahem, metallic weight was getting to him. She noticed that he was starting to turn blue, so she immediately eased off of him and sat up straight, prompting Mickey to sit up as well, after his gasp of air. Still not knowing what to say to her he held up the flowers with a shy smile.

"Oh, Mickey they're lovely! You're so sweet!" She gushed happily as she took them and kissed his cheek. Being an animatronic she couldn't smell the flowers but they were still beautiful to look at regardless. "So, what do you think of the Wasteland so far?"

"Oh! Uh, well, it's pretty strange in some areas, and vaguely familiar yet not quite in others," Mickey answered, trying to formulate the right response without insult, "As a whole it looks as though it used to be a lot less surreal than this."

"That's right, it used to be peaceful here, but then one day the Phantom Blot showed up and ruined everything. He even managed to manipulate Oswald into hating you even more than he already did secretly!" she started sounding more upset in her last sentence.

Oh yeah, her personality was the same alright, if she ever heard any negative comments centered on Mickey and they were behind his back, she'd get upset about it.

"Easy Minnie, I already know Oswald is envious of me and honestly he has a pretty good reason to be. I ended up getting the attention that should've been his, so he ended up here in the Wasteland, because eventually everyone forgot about him including me. And now that I'm here, it's obvious he has a bone to pick with me, but right now he's being a coward at meeting me face-to-face. Every time I try to get to him, he runs away," Mickey whispered as he hugged her, trying his best to keep her calm.

"That's because he knows you'll influence him into liking you. Especially since all of the Bunny Kids love you already," Minnie replied with a smile.

"Hoo, you can say that again. I was getting glomped by a few earlier today!" They both chuckled. And Mickey could swear he hear some Bunny Kids snickering in the distance.

They talked for a little while longer until Mickey spotted something.

"Hey, isn't that Oswald over there and…talking to Pete?!"

"It sure is, you'd better hurry if you wanna catch him this time."

"Hot dog! I'm practically on his tail!" Mickey said happily as he took one step forward before stopping completely. He turned back to Minnie with a guilty look on his face. The guilt was made up of regret for just leaving her there.

"Go on, I'll be fine," she reassured him. He took the previous step back and hugged her, and brushed his lips against hers as a goodbye kiss. It would probably be awhile before he got to see her again, regardless of whether it was the real one or the animatronic one. A few seconds later, they both broke the kiss and Minnie couldn't help but hug him tighter.

"I've waited for you to come here for so long, and now that you're finally here it almost seems like a dream sequence. Just promise me you'll be careful and come back in one piece," she pleaded.

"I Promise I will." He knew that both this Minnie and the real Minnie back home would be devastated if he didn't return alive. He then backed away and slowly letting his hand slip away from hers, turned around and ran towards Oswald's current location.

"Go get him Mickey!" Minnie cheered as she watched her hero run off to face his task ahead.