Summary: When Carly, Sam, and Freddie buy a new video game from a shady shop, just how crazy will things get when they try to play it?

Disclaimer: I don't own iCarly. Sadly, that's Dan Schneider. Otherwise I'd be hanging around with the cast all day. I don't own Kingdom Hearts either. That right goes to Square Enix and Disney.

iFight For The Light: Chapter 1

Carly and I laugh about Ms. Briggs little "mishap" with her bagpipes that I rigged to happen today. You see, I shoved a cork in the little air release at the top of the thing, so not only did Ms. Briggs have to use an incredibly insane—but hilarious; she turned purple—amount of force to blow the cork out, but when it did fly out, it bounced off the wall and smacked her back in the face. Serves her right for messing with me. I mean, I did get detention for the bagpipe thing, but it was definitely worth it.

I take a quick glance at my watch. Freddie's almost late for iCarly. You know, it's funny—ever since our trip to Japan, he's been so much more…I don't know. My insults haven't been annoying him really; he's been less freakishly on time…It's kind of refreshing. He's sort of normaling out. There isn't too much geek for him to handle anymore, I guess. Not that he's lost his dorkiness, he's just taller now so it's spread out inside of him, unlike last year where it was practically oozing from his core. It's kind of like this one time that I popped--…nah, you guys don't want to hear about that.

Anyway, as refreshing as the little big dweeb's shining transformation's been, it was sort of creepy. It was just like this sudden change, and there's no rhyme or reason behind any of it.

Meh, I don't care. Just as long as he gets the—

"I've got it." The door slams as Freddie rushes towards us, grinning ecstatically with a bag in his hand. Speak of the dorkvil.

Carly and I stand from our beanbags. She tilts her head, looking at the bag and then to Freddie. "Got what?" she asks.

He holds up the bag and waves it a little in triumph. "The game we're gonna play on iCarly to raise money for charity."

Carly smiles and so do I. "Great!" she says.

"Awesome," I chime in, nodding. "So, what game are we playing?"

"Oh, you gotta see it," he begins enthusiastically. "I went everywhere searching for it. I can't believe not one game store in our area had it! Not even the Game Block in the mall, and they have everything!"

I roll my eyes. I can see Carly's getting annoyed, too, but she's too nice to say anything. Me, however? Not so much. "Get on with it, Fredward!"

"Okay!" he glares at me. "So, I finally found this one place. It was kinda shady, but I figured I'd look in there anyway. I go inside, and they have it! The place was a bit creepy, though, and the cashier—"

Oh, for the sake of ham! This boy's going to talk forever! I reach over and snatch the bag from him.

"Hey!" he calls in protest.

"Relax, Freddork, don't get your tighty-whities in a bunch." I roll my eyes and quickly pull the game box out of the bag.

"How did you know I was wearing those?!" he yells, looking somewhere between the lines of outraged and appalled.

I raise my eyebrow at him. "I didn't…"

Carly's staring at him with this horrified/grossed out kind of expression on her face and I'm just looking at the geek questioningly.

"Oh…I knew that," he rubs the back of his head and looks away. "I was kidding, too." Yeah, right.

I pause for a bit. "I owe you a wedgie for that," I smile. Then I look at the game in my hands and I feel myself automatically blink in confusion. "Kingdom Hearts?" I ask. I slowly look over to the dork with a disbelieving expression on my face. "Really?"

Carly smiles. "Oh! I've been wanting to play that for a long time!"

I nod. "Yeah, me, too, but really, Freddie? You? "

Freddie yanks the game back from me, glaring again. "It's a really good game, okay?"

"Yeah, but since when do you like things that we all agree are good?" I scoff.

"I like Carly," he shoots back.

"Yes, we know, and we all wish you didn't so you didn't have to keep reminding us of that day after day."

Freddie glared at me once again and I just smirked in return. Arguing with him was the highlight of my day.

He looked to Carly as if expecting her to say something in his defense. When she didn't, Freddie donned a hurt look.

"What?!" she cried. "The girl has a point!"

Noticing what time it was, I pointed hurriedly at the clock. "People!" I called. "It's showtime!"

Carly glanced up and grimaced. "Oh, no!" she shouted in distress and quickly looked to Freddie. "Freddie! Hurry!"

"On it!" He ran to the computer, punched in a few things and picked up the camera. "In 5, 4, 3, 2…"

We were on.

"Carly I am!" Carly said in a Yoda-esque voice as she hunched over and pouted her lips for emphasis.

"And Sam I am!" I said in the same tone and posture before returning to normal. "And though I've never tasted green eggs and ham, I'm positive I'd like it."

"She loves ham," Carly said in a goofy tone as she nodded to the camera.

"I do indeed," I gave one sharp nod. "It rhymes with some awesome stuff."

"But it rhymes with "sham!""

"But it also rhymes with Sam. Which is me. Which makes it automatically awesome."

"Awesome pawsome?" Freddie said smugly, trying to be cool from behind the camera.

"No, awesome shut-your-nub-face." I smiled.

He glared. "That was uncalled for!"

"So was your existence," I shot back.

"Okay!" Carly stepped in front of the camera before Freddie could shoot anything back. Not like he could think of a good comeback anyway. Another battle of words won. "We're doing something special for this episode of iCarly! Why don't you tell the fans about it, Freddie?" she smiled at him.

Freddie gladly turned the camera on himself. "We're going to be filming our play through of a video game for charity."

Carly got into his shot. "The Make-a-Fish foundation."

I grabbed the camera and turned it in my direction. "It's a charity for this shelter where kids learn how to prepare sushi. That's good stuff."

Carly grabbed the camera and turned it back to her and Freddie. "It is," she nodded.

"So today we'll be playing Kingdom Hearts!"

Carly took the camera and held it in front of her face. "We hope you enjoy as we play—"

"Or in Freddie's case, failing at attempting to play," I cut in.

Freddie growled. "Hey! I am a good gamer!"

"Yeah, yeah, tell that to my fingers up your nose."

"Ew! Sam! Get it out!"

Carly rolled her eyes at us, still on camera. "Sam, take your fingers out of his nose," she sighed. After a second and a headshake, she smiled again. "We hope you enjoy as we play—"

"Kingdom Hearts!" we all shouted at once as Freddie and I jumped into the shot.

"Switch to the B cam, Freddo!" I cheered as Freddie took the camera back.

"Switchin'" he called as he pressed a button on the computer. After placing the camcorder down, he put the disc in the game system so we could finally truly start the show.

-10 Minutes Later-

"Okay!" I shout at the camera.

"As you can see, our game system was experiencing technical difficulties," Carly smiles sheepishly.

"It kept spitting the disc out and then suckin' it right back up again," I say dully.

"But, now it's fixed!" Freddie flashes a half-smile.

I glare disgustedly at him. There's something about that smile that just sets me off. It's like, I see it…and then I want to punch something.

"We're sorry for the inconvenience," Carly smiles along right after. She turns to us. "So, let's get back to it, guys!"

"Yeah! Alright!" I cheer. Freddie "Woot!"s and then we take out seats.

After we go past the main menu and watch the totally cool opening, something catches my eye and I groan. "Uch, there are words on the screen!" I whine.

Carly looks over at me and playfully shakes her head and rolls her eyes. "It's not that bad, Sam." She then turns to the dork. "Freddie, would you do the honors of reading the screen?" she asks.

"My pleasure," he smiles.

Uch, there's that feeling again. I glare, probably looking like I'm about to hurl when Carly gives me a "what's the matter?" look from next to Freddie.

I just shrug it off and look away, blankly.

"'Welcome to the world of shadows and light—where dusk and dawn meet; where good and evil exist as one in the same,'" Freddie begins. "'The door is still closed—'"

I turn around. "Looks like the door is wide open, to me," I interrupt.

"Your brain is wide open," Freddie mumbled.

"Your mouth is wide open," I shoot back. "Now keep reading before something horrible gets stuck in it."

"Like what?" he asks loudly, challengingly.

"My fist." I finish the argument. Haha, the rightful order has been restored.

Freddie rolls his eyes and continues reading. "'Before you continue on your journey, we must know…how many players, and who are you?' …Uh, we are three," he inputs the data. "And, we are…Carly" --he types in her name— "Sam"—he types in mine—"Aaaand, Freddie." After he finishes typing, he squints with confusion at the screen. "'Tell us about yourselves, three…let all other players except for the selected player leave the room.' …Okaaaay.

"What is this, an online dating site?" I ask rolling my eyes.

Freddie shrugs and looks over to his left. "Looks like you're up, Carly." He stands.

"Okay," Carly laughs. "Wish me luck on whatever the heck this thing is, guys."

Freddie smiles genuinely, "Good luck."

"Psh, it's probably just some stupid survey." I wave it off.

Together we leave the room and wait for our respective turns. I notice that when Freddie and Carly return to the hallway, they're both wearing the same confused expression.

I raise an eyebrow in suspicion.

Freddie just nods, his expression still the same. "You'll see," he says.

And then I tilt my head as I walk into the studio, preparing to answer my questions.

I sit down. "Okay, let's get this over with," I say as I grab the controller. I roll my eyes. Of course Freddie gave me a boy character. He still doesn't get that I'm a girl. I'm going to get him for that. I'm not sure how yet, but I'll think of something. Stupid dork.

So, my character is dressed in black, blue, and red has spiky hair, and big shoes. I look at my own feet. What's the geek trying to say here, huh?

I walk forward and approach a girl sitting on…what looks to be the railings of a ship.

I talk to her. She asks, "What's most important to you?"

My eyes roll. Aw, great, a multiple choice test. Just what I wanted on a Friday.

It's then that I realize we're still filming. I look up at the camera, grin and wave for the folks at home and then turn my attention back to the screen.

The choices that appear on the screen are, "Being number one," "Friendship," and "My prize possession."

I smirk as I bring the cursor to "Being number one," but then, I really stop to think about it. My smirk falls, and so does my cursor. I press select on "Friendship."

Yeah, yeah, I'm a softy, alright? But really, can you blame me? Without these guys, where would I be today?

And by "these guys" I mean Carly and Spencer. Not that stupid nub.

…Okay, alright, fine, Freddie, too. I roll my eyes. Boy, the people watching this must be getting bored. I look back at the camera. "Sorry, folks!" I yell. "We're just getting a bit of introductory chiz out of the way, and then we'll be on the move." I do a little dance before turning back to the screen.

The girl answers, "Is friendship such a big deal?" …Dude, were you listening to a word I said?

I approach the next person—a tanned-skinned boy, standing on some stairs with a ball in his hand. He asks, "What do you want outta life?"

This should be interesting. The choices flash on the screen: "To see rare sights," "To broaden my horizons," or "To be strong."

I roll my eyes again. This is too easy. My cursor moves to the last choice. Being strong is everything. It's who I am. I'm Sam, the strong one of the group.

But…if that's what I have already…why would I want it? My eyebrows furrow in confusion. I decide, for simplicity's sake, to choice the choice right above it.

After I get a completely useless response from the tan dude—"To broaden your horizons, huh?"—I move onto some kid standing in the corner. The ocean behind him looks so nice…like something you'd see on a tropical island. And it's just now that I take notice of the sound of the waves crashing in the background, and of the seagulls overhead. It is a tropical island…

The boy has this vibrant hair and…a life jacket on? I'm suddenly reminded of Freddie. Only he would look that dorky on a Tropical island. I purse my lips and sigh. So, I talk to ol' Freddie Junior, and he asks me, "What are you afraid of?"

I gulp. I don't like talking about my fears. That exposes weakness. So…I guess I'm afraid of fear, huh? Well, that's not one of the choices. My choices are: "Getting old," "Being different," and "Being indecisive."

I frowned. I know I did. Because the typical "me" answer would be the first one. But…as much as I take pride in it, I'm kind of afraid of being different, too. I mean, most people seem to bypass me and go straight to Carly and Freddie to talk to for that reason. Because I'm different. I couldn't decide. Well, I guess that settled my question! I just picked the last choice, haha.

"Being indecisive? Is that so scary?" I blinked. If only these characters could hear my internal conversations. Suddenly, a cut-scene was activated.

I unconsciously read aloud. "'You value friendship, you want to broaden your horizons, you're afraid of being indecisive…Your adventure begins at dawn…'"

I rolled my eyes and groaned. "Aw man, I'm not a morning person!"

The game told me to call the other players back in the room. Once Carly and Freddie entered again, I told them of my results.

"You got dawn?" Freddie grumbled. "I got night. I'm no night owl…"

I shrugged. "I'm not a morning person."

"Can't we just trade?" he asked.

"Sorry, no dice, Freddo. Game won't allow it," I answered.

He groaned.

"Wow," Carly said quietly. "Looks like I'm in the middle of you two again. I've got midday."

Freddie and I both glared at her.

"What?" she asked.

"Don't make us trade controllers with you," I threatened, and then smiled.

She laughed and then we all took our seats. "Alright, iCarly viewers! It looks like things are finally warming up! So now—"

"Guys…" Freddie interrupted with a concerned tone.

"What, Fredweirdo? Don't you got any matters? You're not supposed to interrupt people." I thwacked him in the back of the head.

"Ow! He rubbed his head where I hit it. "The game! It's moving forward!"

Carly and my eyes widened and we looked back at the game. Carly, sensing it was her turn to read aloud, did so.

"'The day you will open the door is both far off and very near…'"

"Stupid cryptic jank," I rolled my eyes.

Freddie hit me in the arm and shushed me.

"'But until then…'" Carly continued. "'Why not get a closer look at the world you will now call your…home…'" She blinked. "What's that supposed to—whoa!" Carly lunged forward.

Freddie was immediately at her side. "Carly! What's the ma—ah!!" the same happened with the dork.

"What are you all doing?!" I yelled as I stood. I suddenly felt myself being pulled further.

"We're being pulled towards the TV!" Carly yelled in a panic.

"Well, hold yourself back!" I shouted.

"No…guys," Freddie spoke calmly, and blinked. "I think we're supposed to go with it…." He walked forward. Well…not really walked, more like "was pulled" forward. Then, he was flung back into his beanbag, his eyes closed.

"Freddie!" Carly yelled in dismay.

"That stupid nub!" I yelled, still trying to hold myself back.

"Sam, we gotta go after him," Carly insisted.

"What?! I asked. "Are you crazy?"

"Maybe," she said silently. "But Freddie's my friend and right now, he looks like he's in trouble. I'd do the same thing if it were you."

"Carly, this is insane!" I shouted, trying to change her mind.

"I'm letting go, Sam," she said quietly. "Hopefully, I'll see you on the other side."

"Carly—" I tried once more, but at that moment she hit her own beanbag, unconscious.

I groaned. "Darn my stupid conscience!" I yelled as I let my control slip. I felt myself hit the beanbag and then felt the strange sensation of flying…that's when it all went black.

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AN: Sheesh that was long! Sorry about that, guys. Had to set up a few things though. Yep, this takes place somewhere in the current, season 2 timeline of iCarly =) Obviously I changed a bit of Kingdom Hearts stuff for this. For example, in the game, you can ONLY play as Sora. But in this one, you can have multiple players and play as multiple characters. If you couldn't guess, Sam is Sora in this case, and this is all from Sam's POV. Might wanna remember their starting-times for their adventure, could be significant for each of them -winkwink- Anyway, hope this was IC, and I hope you enjoyed. =D Until next time, everyone!

-Fictions