You know what? I'm tired of being silent, we need more Mickey Mouse angst:
Mickey having to jump from stopping Maleficent's latest scheme to Goofy's backyard bbq with the gang. Pretending everything's fine and there's nothing to worry about.
How much he loves Minnie with all his heart, mind and soul, and yet the idea of getting married or having children terrifies him to his very core. And even though Minnie understands and never asked for a reason, Mickey wishes he could at least explain with words why he can't do it, but the words never come.
How he fights tooth and nail to try and get his brother, Oswald, back in the public conscious. But nothing seems to be working. And he's terrified that one day he'll wake up to find that no one remembers Oswald the Lucky Rabbit. Not even himself.
Having to hurry over to Snow White's suite when she calls him sobbing. At least before the live-action film she was just a little less-popular compared to the other princesses, but now she thinks everyone hates her. Especially since her new movie did so poorly. Mickey does his best to calm her down, Snow's like a daughter to him. And he feels so gosh-darn awful about it all and wishes they'd never made that stupid live-action film.
He also gets frantic phone calls from Riku. Usually around 3 or 4 in the morning. After he's startled awake by another nightmare. Sometimes about the darkness, mostly about Sora. Mickey can only offer comforting words, staying on the line with him until the sun rises.
Like a good leader, he tries to invites some of the newer stars out for lunch. The new kids like Elio or Asha. And despite how hard he tries he realizes that he and these new toons have absolutely nothing in common. The most he can do is listen to their stories, and try not to feel too hurt when they hardly seem interested in his helpful advice, or any of his own stories.
The deep-seated, unspoken jealousy Mickey has towards Donald and Goofy. They get to be over-the-top. They get to feel pissed-off. But not him. And Goofy is such a wonderful father, and Donald is the best uncle a kid could ask for. And yet he struggles so much to bond with his own nephews and neices.
How Goofy and Donald truly do care about him, and are his bestest friends. But sometimes even they get the chilling feeling, that something is wrong with Mickey. The way that he can make broomsticks grow hands. Or how light shines at his command, the stars themselves dance at his fingertips. He's a very good friend, and they'll always be friends no matter what. But sometimes they both wonder what Mickey could have been like if he hadn't gotten involved in magic... or if maybe he was always destined to end up this way?
The fact that even after decades of studying magic together, ages of hardwork honning his powers, Yen Sid still doesn't trust Mickey or beleive in his abilities. He never aknowledges Mickey as a fellow sorcerer, always an apprentice. An amature. A novice. Or even worse, a child.
How he was always told to put his best foot forwards, follow the golden rules, grin and bare it, that people look up to him and he always needs to look the part. To the point now that it's all become a mask that he can never take off. Not even around his closest friends and family.
How Mickey was created to bring the world together, that's what they always said. But sometimes in the dead of night, he fears that all he does is swallow it whole.