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Today was the day. Today was finally the day. Fanny heard the wedding bells ringing. The smell of cake and coconut wafted through the air, the perfect mixture for their wedding. Fanny clutched her bouquet. The birds were chirping, providing a sweet serenade. A pig wearing robes was at the altar, waiting for her entrance. Beside him was Oswald, breathing deeply, waiting for his future wife. Horace and Clarabelle were orchestrating the music for the wedding. The classic song came on, and then-
"AAAAAAAAUUGH! MY HEART!" What? How could this happen today? WHY could this happen today? This couldn't be real! Toons were a very new discovery, and many had no idea how they worked, but... they knew enough to know this shouldn't happen! Fanny looked down at her hands through the pain.
Her paint was dripping.
No, not dripping. Floating.
"What?! No no no no NO! I... I can't be forgotten! Not already!" She managed to squeak through the feeling of being... erased. "Please... please save me..." And then she began to sob. She cried. All this she worked for, all this OSWALD worked for, and now it would be snatched from her. She couldn't be forgotten, not today. And then...
...she was.
Fanny woke up in a blank world. The only thing there was was a single black line, distinguishing the ground from the sky. "What... is this place?" She wandered and wondered, the blank world only filled with small trees and a black-and-white building here or there. It was both deathly cold and scorching hot. Every so often, she'd cry out for help. Surely she wasn't... dead, was she? Surely there was something else. The rabbit, still clad in her wedding outfit, looked up at the sky. She saw nothing. Not even a cloud. Oh come on. Surely a cloud was more forgettable than her, right? ...right? Fanny shuddered. She COULDN'T be more forgettable than a measly background prop. She couldn't be more ignorable than a single leaf. She couldn't be more unmemorable than a single drop of water from a faucet.
She couldn't-
"LADY!"
Aaaaaaaaaand she's lost it. Hearing voices now! And in a Bronx accent, no less. Still curious, she looked around for reassurance that she wasn't mad. Standing behind her was a cat, clad in yellow shorts and indiscreetly holding a large cake behind his back.
"You're... going to throw that cake at me, aren't you?"
"Wha- oh come ooooooooooooooon, what cake? I don't see no cake! And besides, it's not like you have any evidence that I've done this before-"
Fanny raised an eyebrow. "You DO know I'm married to Walt Disney's biggest cartoon star, right?"
"Woah woah woah, I didn't know Alice liked women! Eh, good for her anyways. Never thought she'd get a husband! Or a wife, for that matter."
"Who's Alice?"
"OHHHHHHHHHHH! That explains it! Alice is my best friend, see? Somehow, she was a human," the cat began to say, in a very funny sPooOOkY voice, "but boooorn into the world of a toooooooooooooooooooooooooon! Ooooooh, scary ain't it?"
"Not really."
"Eh, can't please everybody! Anyhowsawhatsits, my name's Julius Esquilliam Theodore Forgotensia Williancina Johnathan Katzenberg Junior Junior the Third."
"Pleased to meet you, uh, Julius Esqu- Esquirelton? Theodosi-"
"Ah, cut the formalities. Most people call me Julius the Cat. Pleased to meetcha!"
Fanny held back a snicker. This "Julius" fellow reminded her of her Ozzie back home.
"My name's Francine Cottontail. Most people call my Fanny."
They shook hands, and Julius slammed the cake in her face.
"Julius!" she exclaimed, through gritted teeth.
"Eh, gotta work with what I got!" Julius disregarded the burning rage building up in front of him as he chuckled. That chuckle slowly turned into a scared laugh, into a sigh, into a worried quiver. Fanny's face was red, and not just from her rouge. Steam was blowing out of her ears as she huffed. "I am going to STRANGLE YOU, SO HARD! Why are all male toon stars like this?! I swear, if you didn't remind me of my Ozzie-" In the middle of her semi-joking rampage, Fanny calmed down. She softly whispered the name of her future husband, the one that was taken from her. "Oswald... I have to go."
An hour or so later, Julius found Fanny by a river. "Faaaaaannyyyyy? Faaaa- oh. Yiiiiiiiikes, the river." Julius sadly gasped when he spoke, knowing the tropes that occured in his life. A river after an argument meant tears. "Hey, Fanny. I'm sorry about my joke earlier."
"No, it's fine. Just... reminded me of someone."
"Who is it?"
"Nobody."
"Seriously. I want to know! You say you were married to the most famous toon to ever exist or something!"
"Well... you reminded me of my husband, Oswald. We were going to get married today, but then..."
"You teleportated here?"
"Mhm."
"Gee, I know the feelin. I disappeared one day before my second honeymoon! We packed our bags, loaded the plane, then... bam. I was gone."
"Oh, I'm so sorry. I... I didn't know this'd be difficult."
"Ah, it's fine. At least I already got married! You were robbed of something you worked hard for!"
"...well, fair enough. But that doesn't mean your hardships aren't real."
"I know. Hug?"
"This better not be another prank."
"Scouts honor."
Fanny looked at him with a sarcastic raised eyebrow. "You're not really a scout, are you?"
"Just take the damn hug."