A/N: Another "send me a sentence" writing prompt from tumblr. I've had this idea in my head for awhile, and this was the perfect opportunity to finally begin writing it. I'm not sure how many chapters this will have, nor how long they will be (this one is short, as it's kind of a prologue), but the idea has so much potential. So many things that could happen. What nightmare have I started? I have several plans for future chapters but feel free to suggest something.
Disclaimer: All rights belong to Disney and Square Enix.
The heavy stench of darkness was the first thing Ienzo noticed in the room. The second thing was its source. He froze, barely even half a step through the doorway, his shoulders tensing, hands curling involuntarily into fists at his sides.
He'd known it was only a matter of time before sleep deprivation caught up to him and resulted in unstable illusion magic. He'd dealt with volatile illusions in the past, back when he'd first lost his heart and was still learning how to handle his new abilities. He'd expected sleep deprivation would cause similar effects: lights flickering on and off, shadows warping as he passed by, walls melting and reforming into the cold, solemn grays of Never Was.
But this…this was something he hadn't anticipated. Though in hindsight, he really should have.
Before Ienzo could completely regain his composure, the illusion seated on the edge of his bed, one leg folded neatly over the other, glanced up from its book. An amused smirk was briefly visible beneath the cloaked figure's veil of hair.
"Yes? Is something wrong?" Zexion asked. "You look as though you've seen a ghost."