A/N: Hey guys! Here's another fic of mine, but it takes place during a game that may not be well known. Aw well, I'm sure you guys will love it! Oh, and I've decided to give Glover's brother and the wizard names since the game doesn't give us any.

Patches is the name I'm giving Glover's brother before he turns into Cross-Stitch, just to let ya'll know.

I'm gonna give you guys a bit of a warning: I will be changing some things around than how it goes in the game but that's the wonders of fanfiction after all. Now, I'm gonna shut up and let ya'll read now. Hehe.

Disclaimer: I don't own Glover folks! The rights to the game belong to their respective companies! Also, the epic cover art belongs to Crimson-Miz on Deviantart.

Crystal Castle, Crystal Kingdom

"Patches, I've always wondered what lies beyond this castle." A sentient glove that almost mirrors his older brother in appearance voiced his thought out loud, as he looked out the castle window. The said glove jumped down from the shelf of potions and let out a snort.

"Hah, unlike you Glover I sneak out of this place. What old man Lance doesn't know won't hurt him." He chuckled at the shocked look on the younger glove's face. "What's the look on your face for little brother? You know that wizard never really cares about what we do." Patches, as his names suggests looks just like his younger brother except for the patches of gray fabric from being stitched back together. The mischief he gets into causes him to be stitched back together often but he quite frankly didn't give a crap.

"I don't know, Lance is pretty scary when he's angry." He mumbled, shifting his eyes over at him. The other glove rolled his eyes before he chuckled softly, amused at the spark of slight annoyance in Glover's eyes.

"You're too submissive Squirt, you need to be more aggressive." He chuckled at his kid brother, since he was years older than him. Glover sighed and responded to Patches's affectionate nickname with his own.

"I'll try Patchy...but..do you think I can be less meek?" He wondered, and the older brother smirked at this.

"Darn right you'll toughen up, I have a feeling you will. You're gonna go places kid, and...well.." He trailed off, shrugging a bit. He froze as he heard the sounds of footsteps, and he whipped around. He saw the elderly wizard making his way towards the potions, and suddenly he had an ominous feeling that a bad thing was about to happen.

"Ah, Glover and Patches! Come on over here and help me make a new potion." He said, quite jovially. He turned around and grabbed two potions, but he didn't realize the danger of mixing the two would cause the kingdom and for the brothers.

"Er, Lance? I don't think that's such a good idea-" Glover began, but he was shushed by the wizard.

"Nonsense! What makes you think something bad is going to happen? I've never screwed up on a potion before, and I won't start now." He brushed off the concern the glove was trying to show, and he poured the two into the cauldron.

After a bit, the cauldron began to shake wildly while a sickly yellow potion began to bubble rapidly. The trio's eyes widened in horror before the explosion took place, but Patches had something to say a few seconds before it happened.

"Oh, for crying out loud!"

Lance turned into a stature, and the wizard fell down towards the lowest area of the castle. The explosion caused the siblings to fly into the air, and Glover heard himself screaming since he was helpless at the moment. The only thing he noticed before he flew out the window was the horrified expression on Patches's face, since he was flying towards the cauldron. It was a long way down to the ground, and all he could do was hope that the impact won't kill him. Mercifully, it didn't but he would be a little bruised up from the fall.

The younger brother grunted as he slammed into the ground, soon staggering to a standing position. Spitting the grass and dirt out of his mouth, he looked up and yelped as he saw the crystals fly off the spires of the castle. He didn't know what would happen if they broke, but he wasn't going to take any chances. Thinking fast, he used his magic to transform the seven crystals into rubber balls to prevent it from happening.

What he didn't expect was the transformed crystals to bounce towards the portals that led to the different realms. Oh, how great of a day this was turning out to be. Glover yelped again as a ball slammed into his face, causing him to topple backwards onto the ground.

As he cleared his vision, he noticed that the blue sky along with the land was becoming a dark red. "W-What's happening?!" He gasped, fear clawing at him as everything seemed to distort before his very eyes. "Oh no...if this is happening to the kingdom...then...Patches!" He got back up, but he knew there was nothing he could do for his sibling...and that tore him up inside.

When Patches flew into the cauldron of the twisted mockery of a potion, the toxic concoction burned into him. He opened his mouth to scream but he realized that was a mistake when it rushed into his mouth, causing him to gag and choke. What really made him want to cry out in horror was the fact his vision was turning red, and he knew his black eyes were also turning into that ghastly shade as well.

He could feel himself transforming, but what really sealed the horrific deal was the way his thoughts were turning towards his little brother. They weren't benevolent thoughts at all, but rather malevolent. He even felt his magic transform into a vile version of what it used to be, and after that had happened he crawled his way out of the cauldron.

Looking upon himself in the mirror that hung on the wall, he knew the name Patches wouldn't suit him anymore. "From now on little brother, you'll come to know me as Cross-Stitch!" An evil laugh bubbled from him, and he knew Glover would be terrified once he heard it.

And indeed he was, for Glover shivered at the sound of that demonic laugh. "Ugh...I better hurry and get the kingdom back to normal..." He mumbled to himself, grabbing the ball and rolling towards the cave of the castle. When he would go into a realm, the crystal would be guarded by a boss more than likely.

Once he was in the cave, the ball was snatched away and it was turned into the green crystal. Once it landed in the hole, he counted how many were left. Oh wonderful...there are six more to go. He sighed and turned around, deep in thought as he made his way out into the wasteland.

He coughed as dust made it's way into his mouth, but everything looked so...ghastly! The small pond that he liked to look at while in the castle? It was dried up completely, while the wind refused to blow. Trying to calm himself, he looked around to see how long it would take for him to go towards Atlantis. Hmm...all the realms's portals were at least two hours away from the castle but he wasn't sure how much of a distance they were from each other.

The reason he knew some of the names was thanks to Patches, but it hurt thinking about him. He didn't want to think what his new appearance was, and did he have a new name? Shaking himself out of those dark thoughts, he knew the kingdom wasn't going to save itself.

But on the other hand, he knew things weren't going to be a cakewalk. As he made his way over to the portal that led to Atlantis, he couldn't help but wonder why in the world did one realm have a whole bunch of circus stuff for? If he didn't have to see a clown, things would be great! From the stories Patches told him, clowns were terrifying no matter where they're at.

"Gah, better not think about that." He shivered, trying to think about happier times. Oh, how he wished Lance had listened to him! They wouldn't be in this mess otherwise! He heard that same horrific laugh, and he nearly fell over from fright as something suddenly appeared in his vision.

As he got over his fright, his eyes widened at the appearance of the newcomer. Who was he? He had a bad feeling about who he was, but he asked anyways.

"Who...who are you?" He croaked out, taking a few steps backwards as the sickly green glove made his way over to him.

"Glover...you don't recognize your own brother?" He laughed, and the white glove's eyes widened in horror as he made the connection.

"P-Patches?! What has that potion done to you?!" He cried out, and cringed at the snarl the other male gave him.

"My name isn't Patches any longer, it's Cross-Stitch now!" He growled, but his mouth curled into a cold smile as Glover paled slightly. "Oh my, seems like you're afraid of me...but you should be. I'm more powerful now, so allow me to show you a taste of that power!"

Before he could react to those awful words, all he could hear was a crackling noise from his brother...and the next thing he knew, a bolt of magic smashed into him. He screamed in pain as he found himself flying quite a distance away from where he had been standing, colliding painfully with the dirt caked ground. His body was shuddering and shaking, while his eyes were screwed shut. Oh dear mother of the realms, that hurt! His breaths were short and came in painful gasps as he struggled to crack an eye open, helpless as his sibling loomed over him. He was so close that his breath was touching him, and when he finally opened an eye his vision was blurry.

"You can try to save the Crystal Kingdom, but if you can't take an attack like that and get up quickly...then you're not worth fighting." He growled, those ghastly red eyes burning into him. With a mocking laugh, he kicked him and smirked as he heard the wind get knocked out of the downed glove. Trying to catch his breath, he finally choked out a question.

"Why are you doing this Patches? You can fight the effects of the potion!" He gasped out, trying to stand up but a whimper escaped him when his transformed brother leered at him.

He didn't answer, but he didn't have to do so. That potion had completely changed him...into a monster that wanted nothing to do with him! That fact sent a stab of pain through him and he could only watch as Cross-Stitch snapped his fingers, vanishing to who-knows-where.

He tried to stand up, not knowing it was going to take a long while for him to recover enough in order to stand. And by the way his brother was acting, he knew the mischief he would cause wouldn't be harmless.

Two hours later, the pain finally faded to a dull throb where he was able to stand. Even then, he was a bit wobbly as he staggered to the direction of Atlantis. Great, now two more hours would pass before he got to the realm and he wouldn't know how things will go. Will the realm look just as horrible as the castle? He didn't know what kind of chaos would unfold, but he had to truck on in order to make things peaceful once more. He had to, for the kingdom's sake...and what about Patches? That vile potion had sunk its hooks so deep..almost like it had possessed him.

Once the crystals were returned to the spires of the castle, he would help Lance with purifying his brother one way or another.

Black eyes sparking with determination, he vowed he would free his brother...no matter the cost. That burning drive pushed the pain away from the forefront of his thoughts, and he knew his adventure was only starting.

Obstacles will stop him at times, and enemies will stand in his way but those two things won't matter. He will save his brother from himself, no matter how long it will take.

Walking towards the portal that will send him to Atlantis was a grueling one, since he had nearly fallen twice. He still felt awful, but he wasn't going to give up just because he had gotten hurt. He was staying focused on trying not to fall, but on the other hand he was looking out for anything that may attack him.

Amazingly enough, nothing did but things could change at the drop of a hat. One step forward, another step, then another. "Ugh...this is crazy." Glover sighed, stopping a bit at last so he could rest. He cringed as his looked down upon himself, seeing a nasty scorch mark where the bolt of magic had struck him. Oh yes, this adventure wasn't going to be easy and he knew that once he would fight his brother...that fight was going to be brutal, since the older glove was more experienced at fighting than he was.

'If he wanted to kill me, he would've had done so instead of leaving me like that.' He thought to himself, knowing that next time he might not be so lucky. He shivered at the thought of dying by his brother, and at his hand none the less! He now was trying to get rid of those dark what if thoughts, and he was now focusing on looking for the portal.

Two hours have passed, and he finally found the portal. Silently cheering to himself, he braced himself for anything that could happen to him. Where would he land? Would he be on a beach, or in the castle? His thoughts swirled around, and he took in a breath before he walked into the portal.

Landing out of the portal made him drenched with salt water, since Glover landed in it. After he had caught his balance, the glove gasped at what he saw. Looking around, the sky was a rose pink due to it being very early in the morning and the light caused the water to also have that pink tint.

He was on the beach like he first thought but he was in deep water, there were pillars from ancient ruins that time hadn't been merciful to. The waves had all but washed most of them away, and that sound was all he heard besides his soft breathing. Shaking himself, he now was starting to focus on where he should go next. What he didn't notice was a few mermen and mermaids watching him in the shadows of the pillars, and the looks they were giving him weren't very friendly.

"You think he has any connection to that green glove? He may had help in kidnapping the princess!" One guard muttered to another, and the mermaid nodded.

"He must be a relative, so I believe King Triton would like a few words with him." The two guards grinned at this, since they hadn't seen a poor outsider get chewed out by the merman in weeks. With the wave of a hand, they and the small group of twenty guards rushed towards Glover and the said one was oblivious to the danger as he walked around in the water.

Glover had no idea what was about to happen, and he will soon learn to fear the fury of a parent whose child has been taken from them.