"Did you get the boy?"
"Yeah, but do we even need him anymore? He's broken, I've never seen a kid throw such tantrums." The scene revealed Xigbar questioning Xehanort, the man he's supported since the beginning of this twisted saga.
Xehanort's face was hidden by shadows as he responded, "Broken? He's nowhere near broken. In fact the process is almost complete."
At that moment Ansem and Xemnas entered, Ansem leading a boy with spikey hair and golden eyes, highlighted by the deep black bags beneath them, his arms pinned to his back. The boy had an angered snarl on his face as he wriggled under Ansem's grip trying to free himself. In the recent days the boy had felt more pain than ever before in his life, yet no one came to save him. No friends dramatically bursting in to defeat his tormenters and free him from the force trying to take over.
"Look at him." Xehanort said with a grandiose flourish. "Fighting to keep that last little bit of light. All he needs now is a little incentive and he'll be one of us."
A sadistic grin played over Xehanort's face as he turned to his newest vessel. Straightening up from his perpetual stoop Xehanort continued, "The poor boy's been plagued by nightmares, we'll need to remedy that."
"But what if it doesn't work?" Xigbar suggested shifting gaze between Xehanort and the boy.
"It will. It has before as it shall again." An image of another boy remarkably similar to this one flashed across his view, the boy fighting, hoping to regain his light, as Xehanort bent that desire to serve his will. "Blight him."
Ansem quickly released the boy charging one hand with darkness before driving it into the boy's stomach. The boy dropped to his knees the heavy black coat pooling around him. Pain, blood, and darkness leaked from the boy's chest and throat as he clutched them.
"Riku, Kairi, anyone, save me!" The boy called out in his mind beseeching the friends that had abandoned him the moment the darkness took over. "I can't breathe, it hurts, it's too much."
Xemnas held out one hand striking the already trembling boy with a dark lightning that sent him to the ground writing in pain as it coursed over his body. Above it all Xehanort stood watching the boy's suffering his face unreadable.
"That's enough." Xehanort called from above them, the two backed off leaving the boy laying on his back on the ground, the remnants of lightning vanishing over his body. "Take him to his chambers, it's about time he gets proper rest. His nightmares will no longer bother him."
Xehanort imagined another scene, the guardians of light assembled against his own darkness. One walked to the front of the pack and looked down upon the lights, so naïve, so weak. The leading darkness removed his hood…
"Instead he will become one."
The original idea for this goes to charlieco2017 whom made the comic I adapted this from. This was a real one-shot but who knows, if this gets enough reviews and favorites I might make this into a full-fledged story. Until then I bid you adieu.