Author's Note I couldn't resist. I don't care if you flame me. This story is going to continue, through flame and compliments, through writer's block and writer's creativity. So I hope you enjoy. And don't shoot me. Please.

Chapter 1: Hacking is Illegal for a Reason

Ophelia sat in front of the computer, motionless except for her whirling fingers and her eyes that rapidly read what was typed into the computer through glasses that were perched on a twitching nose. Beethoveen's Moonlight Sonata poured out of the speakers of the computer. Otherwise, the house was silent. Her father was at work, her mother was deceased, and her brothers were out at a baseball game. So all of her attention was focused on the computer screen that lay before her. It consumed her attention, leaving her open to anything and everything.

"Whatcha doing?" a voice asked from the doorway. Ophelia jumped a bit, startled. The blonde in the doorway giggled and approached the computer. Ophelia glared at the girl.

"None of your business Jerry. And do I dare ask how you got into my abode?", Ophelia responded curtly, smoothing the wrinkles that had appeared in her skirt.

"You left the door unlocked. Now tell me what you're doing," Jerry commanded, trying to use puppy dog eyes on her friend. Ophelia glanced at her friend.

"That doesn't work anymore. You do know that right?"

There's always the hope that it will... are you hacking? Cool!! What're you hacking?" Jerry tried to move Ophelia farther from the computer screen, in an attempt to get close enough to read what was on the screen.

Ophelia glanced at her friend through her glasses, moving Jerry away from the computer screen. "It's none of your concern."

"Well, you know what? Since you have like no hobbies outside of hacking, that thing you do with your voice, and reading, I really think it is my concern, as a friend is supposed to take interest in what their friends are doing," Jerry remarked in a matter of fact fashion to Ophelia.

"You forgot playing video games."

"gawd, you know what I mean. Ophelia, you need to get out more. I'm like your only friend. And do you even know what the others call you?"

"I would presume something along the lines of slut and whore?" Ophelia responded cynically, beginning to type once more.

"Pretty close. Do you want to be an outcast forever?"

It's better than living a lie, which is what most girls have to do to fit in. Spending their whole life worrying about having their secrets exposed," Ophelia shuddered. "God, who would want to condemn themselves to that hell?" Ophelia glanced at the now glaring Jerry. "No offense meant."

"You're such a cynic."

"I do try," Ophelia responded, with a Cheshire Cat grin spread across her face. Jerry groaned and shook her head.

"Could at least try to fit in a little?" Jerry pleaded.

"So that the harpies you hang out with will get off your back? Even if I do change the way I act, which I will not, the harpies will simply find something new to criticize about you."

"Look they might not be your friends, but they are mine, so don't call them harpies." Jerry was pretty mad. "You're not perfect either."

"…"

"Hey are you listenin'; to me?"

"…"

"Gawd, will you stop typing?"

"…"

"Stop typing and pay attention!"

"…"

"That's it!" Jerry roared, making a grab at the keyboard that Ophelia was typing on.

"Don't do that!" Ophelia cried out, pushing Jerry's hand away, now paying attention to her friend.

"Listen to me then!" Jerry tried to grab the keyboard again.

"Don't touch the keyboard, I'm at a critical point in the hacking and if you touch the wrong key…!" Ophelia's warning didn't come in time. Jerry had jammed her hand on the keyboard. The computer began to make warning beeps.

"What did you do!?" Ophelia shrieked, desperately trying to fix her computer.

"I don't know! I'm sorry!" Jerry panicked, slamming her hand down on the keyboard several times.

Don't do that!" Ophelia yelled. The screen, which had moments before had several windows open on it, had changed to a swirling black and white mass that enveloped the entire screen. A window popped up.

Transportation Imminent.

"What does it mean 'transportation imminent'?" Jerry asked, panicked.

I don't know!!" Ophelia mumbled, becoming oddly calm, "But I think we're about to find out."

She was right. The stripes of white and black reached out the computer and pulled them in.

"This is so damn clichéd," Ophelia moaned as she was pulled into the computer.

In the Twilight Town Mansion

"How do these anomalies keep getting into the system?" DiZ grouched.

"Another one?" a man in a black cloak inquired indifferently.

Another two," DiZ replied angrily, tapping several keys.

"Are they with the Organization?" the other man asked.

"I know not."

Back with the girls

"Jerry, wake up," Ophelia shook her friend.

"Five more minutes mom, I'll get outta bed in five minutes," Jerry said sleepily. Ophelia tsked and smacked her friend. Jerry jolted up, rubbing her cheek.

"What was that for?" she whined, until she noticed where she was. "Whoa, is this… Twilight Town?"

Ophelia nodded, slightly disgruntled. Jerry looked around in shock, at least until she noticed her clothes. "Nice," she said in appreciation. She was wearing a white tank top and low riding cargo pants. The cargo pants had about ten large pockets, along with a pair of belts that kept it from slipping even lower. And attached to one of her belts was an elegant rapier, similar to Inigo's from The Princess Bride. Several bracelets were scattered on her arms, several thin silver rings hung around her right wrist, and a fuzzy armband sat snugly on her upper left arm, with several hearts stitched on it. Jerry felt her ears. Several earrings had appeared, three on her left and two on her right. Jerry smiled. "I look awesome!"she crowed, before turning to look at Ophelia.

Ophelia's clothes had changed too. She was clad in a knee length black skirt that flowed out from her form. Several belts hung around her waist, seemingly there for decoration alone. Each of the knee high black boots were secured by a black belt with a silver buckle . On her torso was a black turtle neck that ended in bell sleeves. Ophelia's normal glasses had been replaced with sleeker ones, ones that lacked arms and just perched on the bridge of her nose. She hadn't gained or lost any jewelry, so her cross earrings still dangled on her ears. The only new addition was the messenger bag that hung at her side, bulging slightly. Her black hair though, was shorter, framing her face, barely brushing her shoulders. It hung in jagged strands, and some strands had been dyed an indigo blue to match her eyes. Ophelia glanced over at Jerry. "These glasses are going to fall off,"she sighed.

Jerry laughed.

So what do you think? Good? Bad? So horrendous that you need to have your retinas scrubbed clean from the scarring. Also, I would like to make this clear.

NEITHER OF THESE GIRLS ARE ME!! THEY ARE OCs, NOT ME GETTING SUCKED INTO THE STORY.

Honestly though, if I did get sucked into KH, I would be Heartless fodder in under 5 seconds. So please leave a kind review. I thank you profusely for chosing to read my story, although the genre is a tad overclichèd.