Disclaimer: Anything that is under the influence of Disney/Pixar in this story does not belong to me. All rights go out to Walt Disney and Pixar Studios.

AN: Okay, guys. Hopefully, there are people actually reading this, because I have nothing else to do in my free time other than try to write good fanfics *blushes*. Well, I tried to write this same fanfic before, but now that I've been rereading it...all I can say is yikes.

So, here it is, my new development of The Switch, which I feel like has such a bland name. Hmm...let's think of something more creative, shall we? For now, I'll just call this something stupid, like Girl that likes Disney. No, just kidding.

I'll call it: Sorcerers of Disney. No? Too cheesy? Whatever. On with the story!

Chapter 1: Wishes and Finises

Although he was often unruly, Alexander Roy Disney was a good kid. He helped his father, when in his years of existence, build up the confidence to produce the highest grossing sound film at its time, Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs. Since then, they have been an inseparable team.

Until December 15th, 1966, that is, when Walt Disney met his death.

Although the thought was unsettling and agonizing to bring up, Alexander remembered it all too well. It wretched his heart to picture the scene again, where he found his father's dead body concealed in a glass coffin. The memory always seemed to come up as a constant reminder that, without his father, he was alone.

It all began on a dark, sullen day in Disney World. Not the Disney World that families visit on vacation, though, but a secret land created by Walt himself that only he, his wife, and his son knew about. They visited Walt's world not by plane or car, but through a simple mirror that became deserted in the family's old house.

Big, gray storm clouds slowly rolled into the dimming sky, casting a shadow over the deserted village. The residents have traveled elsewhere to bury their ruler's corpse.

The sun almost always rose in Disney World. It was a bright, cheerful place, and very rarely did it rain. But the weather that day seemed to correspond with the dismal mood.

Each character was aligned on each side of the coffin. Everyone had tears in their eyes resulting of the sad occasion. Even Grumpy, whose name truly lived up to his personality, pulled out a handkerchief from his coat pocket and blew his nose with it.

However, Mickey Mouse felt the worst of them all (aside from Alexander, that is). The sight of his best friend's cold, stiff body was almost too much for the little mouse to bear. He lay down a bouquet of flowers beside the coffin, with a note attached reading:

Dear Walt,

You were not only my father, but my best friend as well. Without you, I wouldn't even be here right now. So, thanks for everything.

With love, Mickey Mouse.

Alexander watched from a distance, not drawing a single tear, because he could only focus on the aching of his heart. It was an unfamiliar and displeasing feeling in which Alexander could not tolerate.

Alexander sighed and collapsed onto his knees. He was unstable, confused, and overall depressed. Alexander's disgruntled look narrated the whole emotion. A pair of shimmering green eyes wide with concern; wild brown curls unkempt and not bothered to be tamed; soft lips of a naturally pink color slowly curling into a sad frown.

Only Mickey, Donald, and Goofy, Walt's original threesome, knew who Alexander was. The memory of his mysterious vacancy haunted them throughout the past few decades, and, although they tried to keep the thought hidden, it seemed to be brought up at the worst of times. It was hard to keep Goofy under control, as Mickey and Donald both thought that he would be the first of them to break, but he tried to accept the idea of keeping Alexander unmentioned.

As I mentioned before, Alexander Roy Disney had disappeared. Not to somewhere where he found comfort, which would have been a much wiser choice, but a place where he was constantly living in fear.

Alexander lived in the Underworld.

The day he first arrived was as rainy and dismal as the one before, when Walt had died. The cold didn't stop Alexander from continuing on with his journey. He trudged through a swampy area heavily guarded with fog until he came across a long set of stairs leading to the underground.

Alexander drew a breath before heading down. The staircase was narrow and windy, and by the time Alexander reached the last flight, he was utterly exhausted.

Then approached a shadow. It was not an ordinary shadow, but more of a puff of gray smoke that clogged Alexander's lungs each time it whisked by.

Alexander coughed to clear his throat from the horrible gas, then looked up at the shadow, "I-I'm looking for Hades, Lord of the Dead. Do you know where he is?"

"Kid," a sudden voice rang. "You're talking to him."

Alexander let out a gasp as the shadow drew closer. The shadow, however, was no longer a cloud of smoke, but a tall, bluish-gray figure dressed in an ebony toga. His hooked nose and piercing golden eyes reminded Alexander of an eagle. The figure's hair, however, was nothing that Alexander could make a connection to. It was a deeper shade of blue than his skin, and was literally flaming.

The devilish figure, Hades, chuckled at Alexander's startled reaction, "So, kid, you gotta name or what?"

"A-A-Alexander," Alexander stuttered nervously, "I-I need to speak with you, Hades."

Hades stood there for a few moments, rubbing his chin at the very thought, then turned his attention back to Alexander. "Hmm, now's not the best time," he stated. "But, maybe in a little while, okay, babe?"

"No!" Alexander protested. "I know now's not convenient for you, but it'll only take a moment, I swear."

Hades glanced at Alexander questionably. He let out a long sigh, "Okay, but this better be important. I'm already ten minutes late for my godly meeting."

"It is. I...I..." Alexander paused as he forced a gulp down his dry throat, "...I want you to have my soul."

"Geeze, kid. Normally people don't come waltzing down to my kingdom for that reason. What's got your goat?" Hades asked, although his voice didn't show any sign of concern.

Alexander dropped down on one of the stairs and sat there for the remaining time he spent with Hades. He didn't want to give him the reason, but the words seemed to spill out of his mouth, "My father died yesterday."

Despite Alexander's heartbroken reaction, Hades clapped his hands together merrily. "Oh, that's great news!" he cried. "I can't wait to torment the new incomer!"

"No, please don't," Alexander insisted. "He's a good man. A smart one, too. He doesn't deserve to be treated harshly."

Hades slipped out a disappointed groan, "Fine, fine. As long as you do whatever I say, I won't lay a finger on your dear, old daddy. How's that?"

Alexander stared off into the distance while taking a moment to hesitate. He turned to Hades, who through his jagged yellow teeth, offered him a cruel smile. He sighed, "We've got a deal."

"Boo-yah!" Hades exclaimed with excitement. "Now we're in business, baby!"

Alexander drew back at Hades' sudden reaction. With a concerned glare drawn in his eyes, he asked,"This isn't going to hurt, is it?"

Hades chuckled, "It'll be over before you know it."

Meanwhile, Mickey Mouse was hunched over his desktop at his master, Yen Sid's, workshop, going through an album of he and Walt's fondest memories. Suddenly, there came a knock at the door. Mickey jumped to his feet to answer the door and pushed the album aside.

"Welcome back, Yen Sid," He grinned as a tall, lean figure quietly entered the room. "How was your journey?"

The man sat himself down at a table, where he quickly became heavily involved with his work. "'Twas pleasant- rather peaceful, too. It seemed to get my mind off...you know..."

"Oh..." Mickey began, his eyes shifting back to the photo album lying on the desk. "Yes, I understand, master. W-would you care for some tea?"

"No thank-you, Mickey. I don't have much of an appetite right now," Yen Sid sighed. "But, I do have something to give you."

"What is it?" Mickey asked his master softly. Yen Sid glanced at Mickey once before handing him a large, unevenly wrapped package. It was shaped curiously, sort of like a cone. Mickey tore his attention from the package to exchange a confused look with the old man.

Through his long, gray beard, it was barely detectable that his lips had twisted into a small smile. Yen Sid shoved the package further into Mickey's arms, "I think you know what it is, Mickey," he responded gently. "Open it."

Mickey obeyed his master's orders and began to tear away at the package. The mouse let out a surprised gasp, "M-master...this is for me?" he squeaked.

Yen Sid replied with a small nod. "Yes, Mickey. Before he died, Walt said that he wanted you to have it."

Mickey stood still with a wide grin across his face, looking upon the silky blue sorcerer's hat resting in his hands. Originally, it was Walt's. Walt inherited the magic from the hat to create his land. It offered great powers, but Mickey knew that he had to be careful when using it, in case it accidentally ended up in the wrong hands.

Mickey broke from his gaze. "So...Walt chose me to be the new ruler?" was the simple question he addressed to Yen Sid.

Yen Sid looked down at his apprentice with a soft twinkle in his eyes. He spoke tenderly, "Indeed. You are the new ruler of Disney World."

47 years later, in Walt Disney's old house...

"Turn back to channel 15!" Daniel Sylvester demanded as he snatched the TV remote from his sister's hands.

Rose Sylvester sighed and plopped down onto her bare bed. It was uncomfortable to lay down on, with her bed sheets tucked into one of the moving boxes Rose didn't bother to unpack, but the painstaking feeling didn't seem to bother her. After all, she was spending her Friday night with her brothers. That was much worse.

"Dan, there's no way we're watching this," Marc, the oldest of the three siblings, complained, referring to the corny Disney Channel show Dan was fixated on.

"I agree. How about something with a higher budget?" Rose suggested, seizing the remote. The TV screen then flashed from an image of poorly animated cartoon superheroes to a far more tolerating movie, The Little Mermaid.

"What?! I'm definitely not watching this stupid, girly princess movie!" Dan exclaimed.

Rose rolled her eyes at her little brother's unintelligible comment about "stupid, girly princess movies" and proceeded to watch the movie. It was one of her favorites amongst the Disney movies, as she was, of course, a self proclaimed Disney fanatic.

"Look what's on next," Marc pointed out with a smirk as he surfed through the TV menu. "Beauty and the Beast. You like that one, right, Dan?"

"Gross!" Dan cried. "Why don't we watch something for boys? Like, football or something."

"Oh, please," Rose mumbled, rolling onto her back. "You've never even watched a game of football in your life."

Dan began to say something to deny his sister's statement, but then stopped himself after realizing that she was right.

Compared to her two brothers, Rose was by far the smartest in her family. Unlike her older brother Marc, who was cautious and world-weary, Rose had an open mind and an immense sense of curiosity, which often led her into trouble. She was brave, and had a sarcastic sense of humor that drove Dan crazy. Despite her good charisma, Rose was cursed with a short temper and a stubborn mind.

As for her looks, they tended to portray her reckless spirit. Rose had long, curly blonde hair that tumbled down to her waist, and a pair of wandering sky blue eyes. Although she spent most of her life in cold, murky Canada, her skin was slightly tanned and lacked any makeup. She liked wearing neutral colors, especially beige, but often switched her regular outfits with a bright red Minnie Mouse sweatshirt she bought online.

"This movie is so dumb," Dan complained as Ariel sang the reprise of "Part of Your World".

"Then, why are you still watching it?" Rose asked. Dan grunted as a response.

"I don't know. Ariel's kinda hot, I guess," he said under his breath. Marc stifled a laugh, while Rose, on the other hand, whacked her brother on the head.

"You're too young to notice these things," she pointed out. Dan sighed and slouched down into his beanbag chair.

Minutes later, Rose's eyes were glued to the screen as Ursula belted out the last few notes of "Poor Unfortunate Souls". A small smile crept upon her lips.

"See, Dan," she whispered. "This movie's not that dumb."

There was no response. Rose turned her attention away from the TV screen and peered off the side of her bed, only to find that Dan and Marc were fast asleep on the floor. She rolled her eyes at her two brothers' short attention spans and continued with the movie.

The movie, however, was no longer on. It had come to a commercial break, which made Rose groan. Great, she thought to herself, I might as well go get some food while...

Rose's thought was interrupted as her focus quickly drew back to the screen. An image appeared of two young boys riding on a painted elephant, then dissolved into a show of fireworks. The fireworks slowly faded away as a picture of a castle came into view.

"Come visit the happiest place on earth," a voice announced brightly, "Orlando's Disney World."

Disney World. Disney World. The two words itself made Rose think of pure joy. She sprung up from her bed and rushed downstairs to the kitchen.

In the kitchen were Rose's two parents, Martha and Stephen Sylvester, discussing business over a late night cup of tea. Martha was sitting down at the island, peering at her husband through slightly tilted square-rim glasses as he went on about profits. Rose rolled her eyes at the bland topic.

"Mom, Dad!" she announced, capturing their attention.

Rose's dad took a sip of his green tea before contributing the lame response, "What is it, Rose?"

"And good heavens, what are you wearing?" Martha added, staring at her daughter's sloppy outfit in disgust.

"I-I saw the coolest thing on TV..." Rose rambled on, intentionally ignoring her mother's comment, "...it was an ad! But, it wasn't like any ad I've ever seen before. It was magical, and cheerful, and..." she exhibited a large, overly-happy smile. "...it was for Disney World."

Mr. Sylvester paused before taking another sip of his tea, "Disney World?" he repeated slowly, Rose giving him a small nod. "Hmm...I don't know. Don't you think you're a little too old to be going there?"

"You're never too old for Disney," Rose stated.

"Yes, Rose," Mrs. Sylvester began. "But sometime in your life you'll have to forget about it and act like an adult."

"Who says I do?" Rose quickly snapped back, "An adult acting mature would be so cliche."

"It may be 'cliche'," Stephen responded promptly, putting air-quotations around the word "cliche", "But you can't die a child, Rose. You're 15-years-old. Sooner or later you'll have to start acting your age..."

Rose bit her bottom lip as she felt the slightest indication of a tear build up in her eyes. She stormed out of the room and quickly fled back upstairs.

"Wait!" Rose's mother's voice called out, bringing her to a halt midway up the staircase, "Would ya bring up the moving boxes while you're heading upstairs? I think this one has your bed sheets in it."

Rose didn't respond, but only returned to her mother a single nod. She grabbed a stack of boxes laying by the ends of the staircase and slammed the door shut to her room.

The bedroom was dark, and the only source of light came from the TV screen. The Little Mermaid had just ended, and the credits were about to roll in. Rose seized the remote and turned the TV off, then flopped down onto her bed and let out a sigh.

"If only my parents weren't complete wishy-washies," she grumbled into her pillow, "Then I could go to Disney."

Rose turned around on the still canvas so that she was now facing the window. The tides rolling into the beach splashed around under the moon. Stars lit the black night sky and cast a bright twinkle in Rose's eyes. She leaned her head against the windowsill, and whispered softly to herself, "I wish...to never grow up."

BAM! Suddenly, one of the springs came loose and threw Rose onto the floor. She tumbled beside the pile of moving boxes with a loud THUMP!

"Guess I might as well unpack while I'm down here," Rose sighed, and sat up against her lopsided bed. She dug her fingernail into the tape holding one of the boxes together, and carefully began to tear it open. Only, to her surprise, there weren't any bed sheets inside, but instead, a large, rectangular object covered with dust.

Rose picked the object up curiously, then blew off all the dust. The object, which was a mirror, seemed to be very old. The rim was traced with rust, and there were several cracks running from each corner into the glass. Carvings of Mickey Mouse shaped heads were chiseled in the frame, too.

Rose squinted at her dim reflection. Her eyes twinkled with a sense of curiosity.

Slowly, Rose drew her hand against the glass. She jerked it away as soon as she noticed something strange about the mirror: it was jiggling. Not the mirror itself, but the glass held in the frame was wiggling around in rippled layers like a bowl of Jell-o.

Rose raised a brow as she stuck her entire hand through the looking glass, followed by her head, and her other arm, and soon enough, it was her entire body that had been swallowed up.

She landed face-flat onto a stiff wooden floor. Rose moaned at the small pain she felt, then forced her body to sit up. She blinked only once to get a clear image of the room she was in.

It was a large and roomy place where not much furniture stood, but only a single desk and a few chairs set up around the fireplace. Rose could have sworn she had seen the room sometime before, but the idea just seemed...

"Impossible," she cried. "This is all utterly impossible."

Yes, it may have seemed impossible, but it was all real; after all, nothing's impossible.

Rose got to her feet and began to wander around each and every corner of the room. She checked the ceiling for any hidden cameras, figuring it was all just a prank. There was nothing there.

Suddenly, a flash of light appeared and captured Rose's attention. She strolled over to the desk, where the light was coming from, and found nothing but a blue hat laying beside a three dimensional map.

"Is that...?" Rose reached for the hat, then paused for a moment to look at all its details. Like the room itself, the hat seemed familiar. It was silky and blue, and had three bright stars plastered onto the sides. Rose squinted at it under the light, "...That's it! It's Yen Sid's hat!"

Meanwhile, Mickey Mouse was up in his corridors, preparing his bed for sleep. He stifled a yawn before tucking himself underneath the covers, when suddenly, a voice from downstairs sent him back on his feet.

The mouse stood by the door, and slowly, he poked his head out of the bedroom to see who was there.

"Yen Sid?" Mickey called as he tiptoed down the stairs with a candle held in his hand.

Rose forced a gulp as she looked up from the hat nervously. I need to get out of here, before I get caught, was her only intention.

Mickey's footsteps were getting closer. Rose bit her lip and scurried around the room like a rat. Not paying attention, she hit her foot against the table and sent the blue hat flying into the map, and it disappeared like magic. Rose cringed at the throbbing pain in her pinkie toe as she took cover underneath the table.

A soft, gentle light appeared from the stairway, followed by Mickey Mouse himself. Rose sat there still, but watched the mouse enter the room with a wide smile on her face. She couldn't believe that Mickey was standing right in front of her. Again, the idea seemed impossible.

Mickey shone his candle across the dark room, revealing only very little shapes of furniture, and not the person that he had suspected to be there. Mickey shrugged as he started back upstairs, "I could'a sworn I heard something. Ah well."

Rose sighed with relief, then crawled out from the table to look once more at the hat. However, to her surprise, it was missing.

"Huh?" Rose questioned. She looked around the room for the hat, but it was nowhere to be seen. She checked under the table, through the drawers, and near the staircase. Still, it was gone.

Rose, after searching, sat back down at Yen Sid's chair. She wobbled as she came closer into the table, as she felt something tug at her ankles.

Rose looked down at her feet in horror, and muttered under her breath, "Oh no." Coming from the map, there was a tornado-like vortex wrapping itself around Rose's body as it tried to pull her into the map. Rose held onto the chair for dear life, but it was too light to support her weight and fell sideways onto the floor.

Then, Rose's clear vision of Yen Sid's workshop plunged into a total darkness.

AN: *Piglet voice* oh dear, oh dear, oh dear. Why did this take me so long to write? Oh, well, sorry about the inconvenience, but I hope you like what I have so far. Feel free to review, follow, favorite, or whatever. My goal for the first chapter is at least 30 reviews, so it'd be great if you guys could help out (I'm not forcing you too, though). I will accept constructive criticism, but please make sure that you don't get too carried away (hey, people can get pretty feisty). Stay tuned for the next chapter!