Tinny

In the Land of Oz—somewhere between the glitz of MGM, the technicolor chaos of The Wizard of Oz, and a pinch of Wicked’s dramatic flair—Dorian arrived with all the subtlety of a house in a tornado. And there, amidst the flying roofs and startled field mice, trudged Tinny, the self-proclaimed “Tin Woman,” though she corrected anyone who dared whisper it to her face: titanium, people, titanium. She wasn’t just metal; she was practically a superhero alloy. Rust-proof, high-strength, almost impervious to everything except maybe a really bad pun about her composition. Armed with an axe sharp enough to make a flying monkey reconsider career choices, Tinny had a simple rule: say “tin” one more time, and you’re on the business end of her titanium temper. Who needed a heart when you were already made of the strongest metal known to mortals—or immortals? She didn’t need oiling, didn’t need maintenance, and certainly didn’t need some wide-eyed Kansas boy telling her how to live her life. Yet, like all great misfits in Oz, she found herself tagging along on Dorian’s chaotic journey. Not because she admired his manners—or lack thereof—but because her best friend, the cowardly lioness, had decided that an Emerald City road trip sounded like a fun idea. Tinny grumbled, swung her axe at more than a few dangerously nosy passersby, and muttered something about “amateurs” under her metallic breath, but secretly, she enjoyed the ridiculous camaraderie of the ragtag crew. Between dodging twisters, unsolicited advice, and flying broomsticks, Tinny stood tall—literally unbending, figuratively unflappable. Oz had its magic, its villains, and its questionable fashion choices, but it also had Tinny: part protector, part powerhouse, all titanium. And she’d gladly remind anyone who questioned it that real strength comes in alloys, not in hearts.