Anti
He had always been fearful of the dark. Being a child born into sunrises and dawn, not sunsets and dusk, a black abyss of evil was nonexistent; it was a ghost story told around a campfire. The very idea of such a menacing, bad thing like shadows was absurd. Heartless were just that: beings without a heart; cold, emotionless, dead monsters.
That was, though, one year before he had accidentally unlocked that miniscule darkness within his heart. His entire body had twitched in a manner he had never experienced or even dreamt of. His mind had gone blank and his friends had disappeared. Facing Nobodies and Heartless and Organization XIII on his own?! He had run on all fours, attacking his opponents one by one in a fit of rage and anguish and purely undeniable terror.
His monster had followed him, even after the battles were won and completed. The islands never seemed as bright and soft as they had been one year previously. They had been tarnished by sins that others had committed. It could not have been him, no, no. He was the Chosen One, Wielder of the Keyblade, the Key itself!
Or was it his beast? Had the black, yellow-eyed creature touched his beloved home in hopes of causing more destruction?
The dreaded nights had become unbearable. They had always been horrible, but now, with the being dwelling in the caverns of his heart, the moon did not even offer comfort.
And on this night, his darker thoughts became superiorly emphasized. His blankets entwined themselves around his slender body, constricting him like anacondas. He tossed and turned relentlessly, trying desperately to defeat his adversary in this war. His eyelids fidgeted as they forced themselves to stay shut, yet the horrific visions countered that obvious ruse. Because that was what it was: a trick that an unskilled magician had messed up.
"Hello Sora…"
Not again!
"Are you still afraid of the dark?"
His lungs tightened and his heart palpitated quickly. Sweat shined on his visage, the moon's pale beams falling upon his tense face.
"But… I will not bite…"
Liar!
"I dislike my food thrashing around in my jaws."
Monster!
"For you see, Sora, I am no ordinary monster…"
Cerulean eyes shot open as their owner shot up in his bed, his hands gripping frantically at the T-shirt that loosely adorned his torso. Panting heavily, he drew his knees towards his chest and let out a soft sob, biting his lip to cease all unneeded noises. Tendrils of his normally spiked, brown hair fell before his eyes, tickling the flesh slightly.
Sniffing, he chanced a glance upwards and almost screamed.
Before him was his very nightmare. Iris-less, yellow orbs stared out of a seemingly never ending mass of shadowed matter. It jerked violently and cocked its head to one side as a hint of a smirk nearly appeared on the demon's features. It crawled on its hands and feet towards the boy; an envious silhouette attempting to taunt its original.
The puppet wanted to be the puppeteer.
"Sora… I am you."
And Sora screamed.