I know I have, like, 21 other stories to do, but this came into my head while I was listening to P!nk's Fun House. Weird song and story, I know, but I think it would do very well. Hope you like it!
Fun House
I
It has been a couple of years since I have seen the outside of the house. Technically, it's part of a cursed circus that wouldn't - couldn't - let me out. It's all for the better, I guess, but no matter how much I am cursed, I would like to see the trees when it changes its colors, the green grass, and maybe make a friend or two. I shook my silver-haired head. What was I thinking? I couldn't make friends, no matter how kind or sweet they are to me, so why do I keep thinking about it?
'Because you would like to fit in, my dear.' A voice, cold and dangerous, swam its way to the front of my head. I scowled. She was back.
"What do you want?" I asked to the empty air in front of me. If you were in there with me at that moment talking to no one, you would've thought me a crazy woman. But when you have a demon prowling around at the edges of your mind waiting for a hole in your defenses, then you can tell me I'm crazy and say I need to belong in an asylum. Lovely, isn't it?
'To take over this lovely mind of yours, though I'm afraid I can't find an opening, my dear.' Her sigh was sickeningly sweet. I closed my eyes and went into the black void that she occupied. Once there, I opened my eyes and saw a woman standing in front of me. Her hair was long and black, icy blue eyes that froze you in your steps, and ivory skin that shined whenever she moved. Beautiful, but deadly. Her clothes, as always, were revealing; very revealing.
"Now what do you want, other than the obvious?" I asked, my patience growing thin. I know, cliche, but hey, when you have her in your head since you were born, then you can't tell me not to complain!
"You want out, correct?" Her voice was clear and sweet, but it had something else hidden in it, something that she didn't want me to see.
"You tell me," I grunted. "You're the one in my mind."
"True," She purred, "but when you block off your thoughts, it's hard to tell what you're thinking, my dear. Now answer my question." Her eyes turned into cold, snake-like slits. I shivered, but I answered anyway.
"Yes, I do want out, but that's kinda impossible with the stupid spell and the shackles that hold me to the stupid wall!" I sneered. She smiled again. I can't believe I have a bipolar evil guardian. Then again, I can't really say anything since I'm also a bipolar host.
"Let me take care of it, alright? Now, when Marluxia comes in to feed you, let me take over." I narrowed my eyes and thought about it. We were both heading for the same goal, so why not?
"You won't do anything stupid will you?" I asked.
"Of course not! I live in this body, and I will like to live, thank you very much!" At least she had some sense not to get ourselves killed... yet, anyways.
I sighed. "Fine then, but we still have to find that spell, you know, AND we have to release the others." She sighed, frustrated.
"Yeah, yeah, I know. Now, just go back to your brooding while I take care of the details."
I smirked. "The devil's in the details, you know." I laughed as she scowled at me as she faded from my sight. I snapped my eyes back open and grinned maniacally. 'Finally, she has something planned.' This could be a good day after all...
Yes, yes I know, I have WAY too many fics to take care of and suddenly I post another new one. Forgive me, but this one has been dancing in circles around my head. Hope you guys like this one!
