THE HORRIBLE SHADOW.
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Because Axel is made of 10 darkness, 5 miscellaneous lost molecules, and 85 silliness. AU and crack-y.
"And then," Axel moaned, in his loudest, most spookiest voice, "The Horrible Shadow crept downstairs... down the hall... and into the kitchen, where all the sharp, gleaming, butcher knives were kept...and..." making proper clawed-hand waving motions with one arm, the other holding a flashlight under his face for effect, he leered at the young girl--his best friend's little sister, whom he was supposed to be helping babysit--"...and...!"
"A-and what?" Selphie asked, sort of terrified, curiosity persisting anyhow. (The lights in the living room were all turned down, and the shadows the flashlight made on Axel's face made him grin like a skull.)
"AND THEN!" Axel bellowed, nearly knocking over the petit brunet with the torrential force of his mighty lungs, "AND THEN, that Horrible Shadow, whose soul was scorned by humanity as the darkest and deepest and mosteviliest thing they'd laid eyes on in the whole entire universe, the child of the Malificentherself, he crept into that kitchen with devilish designs AND--"
"--and?!"
"AND HE ATE ALL OF THE VERY LAST OF THE PEANUT BUTTER. (Mostly because he's a greedy bastard and wouldn't share.)"
Twin unearthly howls of horror issued from the living room door. Roxas, who was in the kitchen preparing a bedtime snack for Selphie, poked a head in the doorway and shouted, "Seriously, Axel, if I hear you tell herone more story about me--"
Years later, the denizens of Destiny Island would wonder where and when young Selphie had developed such an intense imagination and flare for drama.