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Tick, tock, tick, tock, tick, tock.

     Once, that used to be her favorite sound. Now it only made her feel pain and despair. The incessant ticking of the thousand clocks lining the walls pounded in her head, making her groan in pain. But, she was too weak to block out the sound with her hands. Her arms were limp and numb and the same with her legs. She felt like a ragdoll- helpless and vulnerable.

      Paint and thinner ran in thin rivers along the ground, coming from her like blood. Being made up of the two, it technically was her blood. The thinner hissed, burning it as it moved along the wood planked floor while the sky blue paint stained it. She could only sit motionless and watch the two mingle and slowly crawl further and further away from her. Her skin paled and she felt drowsy, but refused to sleep from fear she may not wake up.

     You fool! You should have listened when you had the chance.

     The voice of her conscience echoed through her mind, making her feel guiltier than before. It was always right, of course, but she wished otherwise. She wished she could use the clocks in the room to turn back time and fix the mistakes she'd made. She wished she had listened to the Gremlins and Mickey, but no, she had to willingly follow the Mad Doctor and revive the Phantom Blot.

     That was the reason she was sitting there dying slowly.

     The Blot had swiped its massive black, inky hand at her and she had gone flying into the clock tower and straight through where its heart would have been, would it have been a living being. The clock tower wasn't hers to take care of, but she had always made sure it was painted up nice when no one was looking. Now, a large hole had appeared where she had been shot through, showing the insides of the tower.

     A sharp pain shot up her spine and she winced, warm tears flowing down her cheeks. Her back was broken and cuts all up her back released the paint and thinner, bringing her back to reality. This was the end and finally, she closed her eyes and let the pain wash over her.

     "Guardian!" Her eyes shot back open as she heard her nickname and two shadowy figures appeared in the corner of her eyes. A small mouse with large round ears and wearing a pair of red shorts walked in front of her, a look of horror crossing his face. "What happened?"

     "The Phantom Blot," she croaked her voice raspy from lack of use. The wind had also been knocked out of her before and she was sure her wind pipe was fractured somehow from the impact.

     The second figure floated over to the mouse and looked at Guardian, a look of complete disgust on his face. He had a mustache and a pair of goggles sat atop his red capped head. His small arms were crossed and he shook his head.

     "It serves you right," he said angrily. The mouse looked at him with shock.

     "Gus! She's injured, probably fatally! How could you be so mean?"

     "She attacked all of Wasteland without feeling any remorse for us. Sorry as I am to say it, I'd rather she didn't exist. No one really knows where she came from anyway."

     "Yen Sid," she said her voice raspy. The two looked at her curiously. "Yen Sid created me from paint and thinner to be in control of the Guardians. How do you think they led you Mickey? How did they know when you had lots of paint or thinner? I followed you the whole way, giving you the Tints and Turps to lead you. They stayed in groups around Wasteland to show you where to go. I put them there for you." She coughed and leaned her head back against the wall, hitting it with a thud. Gus' face softened and he looked sorry for what he'd said.

     "Is… is there any way we can heal you?" Guardian thought for a long moment. Finally, she replied.

     "You need… to find Yen Sid. He's the only one who… can restore me. But… you need to be quick… I'm fading… fast…" Her voice gave out and her blinks became slower and slower. Her breathing did the same and Mickey's heart began to pump faster and faster.

     "C'mon Gus," he said and hurried away. "We need to find Oswald and Yen Sid!" Guardian gave a slight smile as the two rushed to find the rabbit and the sorcerer. She had lied to Mickey on purpose. She didn't want him to be upset when she died and she didn't want to go right in front of him. Yen Sid had made her, but once she was gone, he could only make a new version of her; one without past memories of Wasteland or its inhabitants. There was no way to heal her now.

     You did the right thing.

     For once, her conscience didn't reprimand her and instead, commended her for her compassion. She sighed with relief, remembering all the good things she'd done. Helping Mickey, restoring the paint to Wasteland after the Phantom Blot's first attack, destroying the last of the Inklings, telling Oswald she was sorry she hadn't apologized before because she'd attacked him by accident. She'd had fun and she knew no one would forget her.

     With one final breath, Guardian closed her eyes and disappeared, turning into the Tints and Turps she had once led and floating away; scattering to be used by Mickey when he needed them.

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Tick, tock, tick, tock, tick, tock.

     Once, that used to be her favorite sound. Now it only made her feel pain and despair. The incessant ticking of the thousand clocks lining the walls pounded in her head, making her groan in pain. But, she was too weak to block out the sound with her hands. Her arms were limp and numb and the same with her legs. She felt like a ragdoll- helpless and vulnerable.

      Paint and thinner ran in thin rivers along the ground, coming from her like blood. Being made up of the two, it technically was her blood. The thinner hissed, burning it as it moved along the wood planked floor while the sky blue paint stained it. She could only sit motionless and watch the two mingle and slowly crawl further and further away from her. Her skin paled and she felt drowsy, but refused to sleep from fear she may not wake up.

     You fool! You should have listened when you had the chance.

     The voice of her conscience echoed through her mind, making her feel guiltier than before. It was always right, of course, but she wished otherwise. She wished she could use the clocks in the room to turn back time and fix the mistakes she'd made. She wished she had listened to the Gremlins and Mickey, but no, she had to willingly follow the Mad Doctor and revive the Phantom Blot.

     That was the reason she was sitting there dying slowly.

     The Blot had swiped its massive black, inky hand at her and she had gone flying into the clock tower and straight through where its heart would have been, would it have been a living being. The clock tower wasn't hers to take care of, but she had always made sure it was painted up nice when no one was looking. Now, a large hole had appeared where she had been shot through, showing the insides of the tower.

     A sharp pain shot up her spine and she winced, warm tears flowing down her cheeks. Her back was broken and cuts all up her back released the paint and thinner, bringing her back to reality. This was the end and finally, she closed her eyes and let the pain wash over her.

     "Guardian!" Her eyes shot back open as she heard her nickname and two shadowy figures appeared in the corner of her eyes. A small mouse with large round ears and wearing a pair of red shorts walked in front of her, a look of horror crossing his face. "What happened?"

     "The Phantom Blot," she croaked her voice raspy from lack of use. The wind had also been knocked out of her before and she was sure her wind pipe was fractured somehow from the impact.

     The second figure floated over to the mouse and looked at Guardian, a look of complete disgust on his face. He had a mustache and a pair of goggles sat atop his red capped head. His small arms were crossed and he shook his head.

     "It serves you right," he said angrily. The mouse looked at him with shock.

     "Gus! She's injured, probably fatally! How could you be so mean?"

     "She attacked all of Wasteland without feeling any remorse for us. Sorry as I am to say it, I'd rather she didn't exist. No one really knows where she came from anyway."

     "Yen Sid," she said her voice raspy. The two looked at her curiously. "Yen Sid created me from paint and thinner to be in control of the Guardians. How do you think they led you Mickey? How did they know when you had lots of paint or thinner? I followed you the whole way, giving you the Tints and Turps to lead you. They stayed in groups around Wasteland to show you where to go. I put them there for you." She coughed and leaned her head back against the wall, hitting it with a thud. Gus' face softened and he looked sorry for what he'd said.

     "Is… is there any way we can heal you?" Guardian thought for a long moment. Finally, she replied.

     "You need… to find Yen Sid. He's the only one who… can restore me. But… you need to be quick… I'm fading… fast…" Her voice gave out and her blinks became slower and slower. Her breathing did the same and Mickey's heart began to pump faster and faster.

     "C'mon Gus," he said and hurried away. "We need to find Oswald and Yen Sid!" Guardian gave a slight smile as the two rushed to find the rabbit and the sorcerer. She had lied to Mickey on purpose. She didn't want him to be upset when she died and she didn't want to go right in front of him. Yen Sid had made her, but once she was gone, he could only make a new version of her; one without past memories of Wasteland or its inhabitants. There was no way to heal her now.

     You did the right thing.

     For once, her conscience didn't reprimand her and instead, commended her for her compassion. She sighed with relief, remembering all the good things she'd done. Helping Mickey, restoring the paint to Wasteland after the Phantom Blot's first attack, destroying the last of the Inklings, telling Oswald she was sorry she hadn't apologized before because she'd attacked him by accident. She'd had fun and she knew no one would forget her.

     With one final breath, Guardian closed her eyes and disappeared, turning into the Tints and Turps she had once led and floating away; scattering to be used by Mickey when he needed them.