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When they looked at me, they call me a monster for what I done to their pathetic little kingdom.
My army calls me the leader despite my inexperience in that regard.
The Doctor calls me a fellow villian but I think of myself as a tragic character that never wanted any of this to happen.
I take no pleasure in admitting when i first came here, I felt angry and sad at how my creator tired to see me destoryed but I was also not very well prepared for the situation I entered, I didn’t bring the storm that made this a twisted and warped reality, I simply escaped from who caused it, It wasn’t my fault that I didn’t know any better.
Yet I wanted to feel whole to know the love of an audience as the Mad Doctor calls them, he tells me the purpose of a toon is to be loved and admired by the world we cannot see or understand fully but yet i have a feeling that as I am a mistake and not a conscious deliberate attempt at a toon, I am a monster in not just my body but also my mind, he said I was comparable to Frankenstein, in which the monster created by the man seeks approval and is almost human to the point where he’s simply a person seeking acceptance.
When I first came to the Wasteland, I was scared and terrified of being alone, soon I was able to recreate what I have come to call Blotings, they are like me, a mix of paint and thinner but also they are unique and beautiful in their respective forms and styles.
They feel like my family in a way that the residents of this world never could, their leader, a rabbit named Oswald the Lucky Rabbit, often envied my creator for his ability to be loved and go on adventures but i never spoke on my true origins as the Doctor told me that we would eventually be able to take revenge on Mickey Mouse.
But those plans would have to wait as despite our resolve to make these plans a reality, the fact is that our forces were still unable to conquer the opposition made me upset but then I realized how I could even the playing field.
Oswald had in his head that I could be tricked to be trapped but don’t think me a fool, I had my own plans to break the leader of the wasteland so I could have my freedom to enact my desires of being a powerful force in which I could be seen as the greatest villain of all time, whatever regrets or semblance of when I first came here, died that day as i cemented myself as Oswald tried to escape but I caught him off guard only for his love to take his place and I happily oblige her request by taking her paint away leaving her to become one of those who had become part of my army.
Yet despite, my plans, he held on enough to imprison me back in the very container that I had feared from being destoryed, now I watched as he screams and then heads down to guard the passageway, yet he forgot, there are cracks in this prison,
I manage to start to escape out of them until a large amount of my uniforms into my second in command, the Shadow Blot, it will serve to act as my double in the matter of the next few decades to come, and with Oswald robbed of his will to stop me, he will never see me bring that mouse here so I can have my revenge for being made into this cruel and evil creature.
When the time comes for me to emerge, my creator is afraid and cowering in fear as I aim to grab him only for another to take his place, i then make it clear to him, no matter what, he can save his friends by giving me his heart, he looks at me with a look of defeat as he admits defeat; soon i used one of my tendrils to pull out his heart as i feel it enter my body, I feel a deep sense of joy and love that I had never thought possible.
Yet my work isn’t finished, as I have to become more powerful than before to face the villains and heroes of each of the different worlds that make up the cartoon world, otherwise I would be trading one prison for another but my creator tries to stop me and his friends as well but I fear apart their rocket, bring down the castle around them all but still he manage to evade my efforts.
As I come of tire of their exceeding attempts to prolong the inevitable, I felt a surge of energy leave my body as my creator and his friends then use the fireworks of the castle to escape my wrath by destroying me completely.
As I feel my consciousness start to fade away, I have given mu army a final order, to take revenge and cause as much havoc as possible, I may never accomplish my goals but I will leave an impact here until the world comes to its natural end so says the Storm Blot as i fade into the darkness of what lies ahead.