HEEEYYYYY YOOOUUUUUUU GUUUUUYYYYYYYSSS! Guess what I found on my flash drive? That's right, a file! 'Cheers, applause.' One lone file that was supposed to be a part of the heartless wretch story. Small problem though. It contained characters and spoilers to events that only occurred later in the story. I wrapped my head around this six different ways and I could find no path that would stay on track but not leave people scratching their heads like, Uhhhh. So I decided that the easiest thing to do would be to delete some stuff, change a few characters, and set it aside as a filler event since the next chapter starts about a week ahead anyway. So… short fic time? Short fic time. B-es. D-N YOU SELF CENSORING! Say hi to Jexsam everybody.

"SQUEAK!" What? I looked down under my boot to see a tangled mass of pale beige yarn. Oh, tangle mass of pale beige yarn, what may you be doing on the fifteenth floor of TCTNW? Dirtying up the gray floor plates perhaps?

Well instead of being the gangsta everyone expected, I simply ran a hand through my hair, smoothed the expression on my bronze skinned face(HAHAHA, I made him a black guy, HAHAHA, NYEH!) shouted, "Not on my floor Google!" and kicked the ball of yarn, sending it flying as easily as if I were kicking a bag of rice. A bag of rice that was roughly the size and shape of a person and was wearing a black cloak and matching boots. I sighed in annoyance as I walked over to help up the now silent number nine.

Seems that this guy is the punching bag of the organization. It would almost make someone feel sorry for him if it were not so much fun.

As I reached the fragile, vulnerable, twitching carcass of the water boy, I stopped my hand mid grab and thought. Squeak? I looked to the unconscious man's face and pondered. That had obviously been where my foot was as I had not seen it. Slowly, I stood back up, lifted my foot, and brought it back down onto Demyx's face. Nothing happened. "Huh. Maybe..." I then applied pressure to his face.

"SQUEAK! Squeak… Squee-eeaak… !" I then amused myself for the next few minutes making his face squeak before hearing the sound of footsteps about to turn into this hall. Removing my foot, I turned to look at whoever was coming around the corner. My eyes seemed to roll of their own accord when I saw the slate hair of Zexion as he rounded into the hall, knowing that if he had any business here, the day would end in pain for me.

"Ah, Jexsam, there you are. Have you seen Demyx? I sent him up here a while ago to fetch you but he hasn't re…" It was then that he looked down behind me and saw the man in question lying on the floor. "Why is he unconscious?"

"Found him like this. Been this way for a few minutes. It was my assumption that he had taken a nap. Though what knocked him out was probably me stepping on him."

Zexion made a choking sound which was likely laughter. "Well – AHEM! – Well, in any case Vexen asked me to bring you to the lab. Something he said that only you could help with."

"I see," and from Zexion's expression He could tell that I could see. "Vexen is aware that I don't like him, correct?"

"I would assume."

"Quite right, quite right. Also, when he told you to send me, was he bored?"

Zexion's eyes widened. "Um, uh no?"

"Of course." I took a step backward into a freshly opened corridor and was about to close it before I remembered to ask. "Oh and Zexion, did you know that Demyx's face squeaks if you apply enough pressure?"

Zexion's eyes went blank and his face turned red. He made another choking sound, though it was difficult to know what exactly it was. Zexion gave a mumbled, "yes," and proceeded to drag Demyx away.

I then decided to never ask Zexion a question ever again.

Stepping into Vexen's lab, I searched the dark room to locate the scientist in question. In doing so, my eyes passed over many strange things including a vast array pointy utensils that may or may not have ever been cleaned, a table with stacks upon stacks upon stacks upon more stacks of notebooks that were likely filled with notes and were even more likely stolen, and, most disturbingly, what appeared to be a space age probe that looked as if it had been recently used and, again, not cleaned.

I allowed my eyes to follow the probe's cord and came across a tank filled with a cloudy blue liquid standing upright in the far right corner. Recognizing this as the part in the horror movie when you should be running, I decided to continue towards the tank and peer inside. After tripping for the fifth time over the hundreds of electrical wires I finally made it to the tank and got a good look.

"Huh. Pervert." In the tank was what appeared to be a teenage girl, possibly between seventeen and nineteen, pale and completely NUDE! I doubted he would have had the guts to actually abduct anyone, so I found it more likely that it was one of those replicas I keep hearing about. She seemed to most resemble Lexeaus going by her reddish brown hair, but her facial features and body type suggested that the scientist also decided to go the dangerous route of Larxene.

I shuddered. A combination like that would be nothing but trouble.

"Admiring my latest creation?" I turned to look at Vexen, who had entered the room at an unknown time.

"Didn't know you were sick and fearless Snowy." I looked back at the tank. "I mean, Larxene? How did you even get close enough to take a hair sample?"

"No hair from that witch," he said with a hint of disgust, "I received all of the hair necessary from Lexeaus."

"She drools?"

"Not that I have seen."

"So… blood maybe?" He shook his head. "Umm… maybe she-"

"Nope. You are dancing around this, I can tell. I found a large quantity of it on her teddy bears."

"Okay let's move on to why you called me here."

"It was her –"

"MOVING ON!"

"Oh, fine then, you big baby." He took his time walking to the other side of the lab giving me plenty of time to schedule a crying session for later. When he returned, he was clutching a glass vial filled with an untrustworthy green liquid. It looked like Mountain Dew. "Here, Drink up."

He handed me the vial and I, being the genius that I am, eyed it up and down before deciding to down it in one gulp.

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POOF!

Well, I can tell you one thing. It definitely was Mountain Dew. It appeared that Vexen had made a few minor tweaks to the overall formula though. For one thing, I'm pretty sure drinking the MD in the past never made the world grow five times in size. I also never left me standing shoeless and in the buff with my head feeling twice as heavy. Another problem. Vexen was trying ineffectively to hide a laugh. When Vexen laughs, you know it's bad. "You dolt! What did you do to me!" Gasp. My voice was maybe three octaves higher than usual. Vexen's laugh was starting to lose control. "Stop laughing!" I tried to shake my fist at the idiot, but that is kind of hard to do when you don't have a fist.

"!"

I let my arm fall, knowing what had happened and kicking myself for telling Vexen the root of my deepest hatred. I walked; make that hopped, to the other side of the room where a mirror had been set on the floor for just this moment. I almost cried. It was true. In the mirror I could see Vexen rotfl-ing. Because he had gotten me. I. I was a –

"A FUGGIN RABBIT!"

"Well actually – cough – you're a bunny!" Vexen was struggling to get off of the ground and he seemed a lot happier about this than he should have been.

Yeah, this is going to be really short. I'm planning on leaving this at one more chapter. You see, he was supposed to go on this grand adventure through the castle and be unexplainably fine by the next chapter, but with the computer virus and all… I'll have to save the grand adventure for the next chapter. Well, review and all that rubbish. Tell me if you like or no. Supreme king is out! In a moment. Hope you all noticed but I put a small reference in here to a fiction I read last year. You get a thumbs up from Xemnas if you can identify it. Now Supreme King is out!