![]() When asked who he was, however, Oswald’s expression then flashed a hint of disappointment. Still, Oswald couldn’t help but give a small, brief smirk at the clock’s reaction. I was merely expressing my concern.” He paused again, the confused expression becoming one of concern. He looked down at the rabbit with a confused look on his face for a moment, who was this? He didn’t recognize him. “I’m fine. You startled me.” It spoke, in a rather soft voice. Just as with the rest of the attraction that he operated. It had arms as well, though they were much more refined and had a “brand new” look to them. ![]() He wasn’t expecting anyone, and quite frankly he’d gone and startled him by suddenly speaking, made evident by the visible jolt of the mechanical being’s large body. The clock tower stopped abruptly, seeming a little shocked that there was still someone in the park after hours. He then turned his attention back to what had brought him here in the first place: that lamenting voice. For never having seen the real thing, he hadn’t done a half-bad job. He stopped and glanced up at its face, a small, proud smirk forming as he noted its incredible likeness to the replica he had built back in Wasteland. As he walked through his father’s park, the sound of a lamenting voice brought him over to the Small World ride. With his heart back, Oswald could now enter the Cartoon World at will, and naturally, Disneyland was the first place he’d begun to explore. “I meet new people every day, sure, but none of them ever stay. ![]() “It has just occurred to me that there are people who aren’t very fond of me or my ride… Is that why people don’t come back after they visit?” He sounds just a little saddened by this. ![]()
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