DISCLAIMER: I do not own the Kingdom Hearts series in any way, shape, or form.
Okay, so I realized that the formatting for this chapter was all screwy, not to mention the complete lack of Author Notes. So... not much here was changed, really, aside from better formatting and the occasional change in phrasing. Oh, and in the original, there was no form of quotation around Texter's dialogue, which was unintentional. There was originally the 'greater than' and 'less than' signs around his dialogue to show that he is speaking with his thoughts, like in the Animorphs series.
Only, doesn't allow those marks, I guess. Shame, really.
But anyways, without any further ado, I hope you all enjoy this chapter!
It was pitch dark all around him. There was nothing to be seen in the black abyss that enveloped everything. It was like being blind; no sense of direction, and nothing to see but pure darkness.
Or, it would be, had there not been the giant, glowing platform beneath him that held the portrait of a girl.
The platform was perfectly circular, decorated with various other circles, but most prominently the picture of a girl with short, black hair, very pale skin, and red lips (for some reason these attributes seemed notable), wearing a blue and yellow dress. She was obviously a figure of royalty.
Standing on top of this platform was a young, fourteen-year-old boy with spiky brown hair and red shorts that poofed out so much, everyone considered him a complete and utter dork for wearing them. This boy's name was Sora. And Sora was busy looking this way and that, trying to figure out where he was. However, he was hardly being calm about it.
"HOLY CRAP, WHERE AM I!?" was the first thing Sora could think to say upon entering this new, strange place. "W-where is everybody?! HELLOOOOO!? HEY, IS ANYBODY THERE?!" Upon receiving no answer to his plights, Sora suddenly broke down, crying. "Waaahhh... where am I? I don't like this place! I mean, that's some really nice window-art, but..." he trailed off.
Suddenly, he heard a voice. But it wasn't a normal voice, really, because it had no real volume. The voice only sounded in his head.
So much to do, so little time... was all the voice said. Sora very promptly stopped crying and instead started panicking again.
"AAAGGHH! WHO'S THERE?! Am I going crazy?!" he shouted.
No, of course you're not going crazy! Why would you think suddenly hearing a disembodied voice in your head while experiencing a bout of fear and quite possibly trauma in a blank, empty space would indicate that you're going crazy? the voice said, sarcastically. Sora, not known for easily being able to pick up on sarcasm, took this seriously and replied,
"Huh. You know, I never thought about it that way before." Quickly becoming accustomed to the fact that he was talking to a disembodied voice in his head, Sora decided to ask a few questions. "So, Texter, could you tell me where I am? And where you are?" he asked, all forms of distress vanishing from him. There was a long silence.
..."Texter"? the voice questioned, utterly confused at the new nickname.
"Yeah. Texter. I figure, the only way I'd be able to know what you're saying without looking at you is with text." he explained. But then, a thought came to him. "Oh, do you not like it because it sounds too much like a guy's name? I mean, I can't tell if you're a guy or a girl, so..." It was true; the voice sounded almost completely gender-neutral. The voice sighed.
Whatever. Just let me finish what I came here to say.
"Wait, you came to say something in specific?" Sora asked, now more confused than anything. The voice suddenly took on an ominous tone, as if he was telling a prophecy of some sort.
So much to do, so little time... he began.
"You said that already." Sora pointed out. He was going to take a moment to congratulate himself for having enough of an attention span to remember how a conversation started when he was interrupted by 'Texter'.
Moving on, now... take your time. this just led to Sora being more confused.
"Wait a second... I thought you just said, "So much to do, so little time." Now you're telling me to take my time? WHICH IS IT!?" he exclaimed. Texter sighed again.
Look, just... don't be afraid. The door is still shut. Texter continued.
"Door? What door? Are you talking about the door to my house? Of course it's still shut-"
Would you shut up?! God, I'm getting tired of you interrupting me every time I say a sentence! Texter shouted, his patience starting to run out. Sora shrugged.
"Well, maybe I wouldn't keep interrupting you if you would just say things that made more sense." he said.
Ugh, you know what? Just step forward already. You know how to do that, right? he added, a bit antagonistically. Sora "hmph-ed" and responded,
"Hey, come on, now. I'm not that stupid." And with that, he started walking forward on the giant, glowing platform. He had just about reached the middle when, out of nowhere, three large pedestals started erupting from the ground in a sparkly flash of light. This, once again, made Sora panic. "GAH! DEMON ROCKS!" he shouted. Texter sighed and mentally face palmed at Sora's reaction but said nothing about it. Instead, he said,
Power sleeps within you. Sleeping, because I can tell you're clearly too dim-witted to actually bother to use it. However, if you give it form... then it will give you actual strength. Texter continued, as weapons appeared floating over the pedestals in another flash of light. A sword over the middle pedestal, a shield over the left pedestal, and over the right pedestal, a rod with a blue sphere with two other spheres on top of it.
The top of the rod totally didn't resemble the head of the famous Mickey Mouse whatsoever. That would just be silly.
"WAAAGH! DEMON WEAPONS!" Sora exclaimed.
Choose well, Texter said, or you might just end up doing something stupid. The shield contains the Power of the Guardian, the kindness to aid friends; it is a shield to repel all.
"All... what? Do I get to use it to protect myself in a food fight?!" Sora asked, excited now more than anything. Texter promptly decided to ignore him and continue with his explanations.
The rod contains the Power of the Mystic, inner strength; it is a staff of wonder and ruin.
"Ooh, sounds fancy!" Sora commented.
The sword holds the Power of the Warrior, invincible courage; a sword of terrible destruction.
"Destruction, huh? SOUNDS AWESOME!" Sora shouted.
...W-wait, what? You're going with that one? Texter asked, dumbfounded.
"Well, yeah! Inner strength is cool and all, but let's face it, in a real fight, I'm gonna need some brute strength. I mean, look these puny arms! I need something to help me when things go wrong." he explained. There was a moment of silence.
... You're just going with it because you think blowing stuff up is cool, aren't you?
"Yeah, pretty much."
Alright, then... just as long as you don't regret it later. the sword suddenly disappeared from Sora's hands in yet another flash of light. Sora, agitated that his new, destructive power got taken away, was about to start yelling again when Texter said, Your path has been set. Now, what will you give up in exchange? The Power of the Mystic, or the Power of the Guardian? this just made Sora angry.
"Hey, come on, now! No one said anything about giving up something in exchange for something else! What kind of thievery is this?!" Sora demanded.
Ugh! It's touka koukan, alright?! There was yet another long silence. In Sora's case, it was a very confused silence.
"... Uh, what?"
Equivalent exchange. he explained.
"Oh. Well you could have just said that in the first place!" Sora retorted.
I did, just... not in English...
"Exactly. Say it in English next time."
Will you just pick what you're going to give up in exchange, already?! This is taking way longer than it should have! Texter demanded.
"Fine, fine! Just give me a moment to think..." and with that, Sora started thinking. Would it be better to give up inner strength or kindness to protect others?
Now, Sora is well known for not being able to think about things for long periods of time. So he was more or less under a time limit when it came to this decision. And while most people would take note of the fact that it takes a certain amount of inner strength to protect one's friends, Sora was more so thinking about which one would be cooler when added to a sword. As such, he didn't think about this decision for much more than five seconds. "Okay, I'll give up the blue rod thingy." he declared.
Out of curiosity, why? Texter asked.
"Well, a few different reasons, actually, but mainly because a shield works so much better with a sword than a rod. Also, that rod looks freaking stupid. I mean, I'm not sure why, but whenever I look at it, it makes me think of a mouse head. So... yeah." he explained.
That... seems like kind of skewed logic to me, but okay, whatever. Also, by giving up the rod, that doesn't mean you've acquired the shield. he added.
"Wait, what?!"
On to the next thing! As soon as Texter finished saying this, the pedestals started crumbling, as did the platform Sora was standing on. Eventually, the platform was destroyed completely and Sora was left with nothing to stand on.
"AAAAAAGGGGGGHHHHH! HELP! I'M FALLING TO MY DEATH! TEXTER, YOU HORRIBLE, EVIL, THING OF INVISIBILITY! YOU JUST ABANDONED ME TO DEATH!" Sora screamed, outraged. Not being able to think of any more insults, Sora gave into the fear of falling into an abyss and started screaming like a little girl.
Will you shut up, already?! You're not going to die! See, look! There's another giant, glowing platform below you! Texter yelled. And there was, indeed, another platform below him. It also had the picture of princess, this one wearing a blue dress and had brown hair.
"Huh?! Oh, I guess you're right. Sorry, Texter! I guess I had the wrong idea about you! Still, breaking the platform was kind of unnecessary, don'tcha think?" Sora asked.
Yeah, maybe. But I'm trying to establish a theme here, so quit complaining! Texter retorted. Sora finally landed on the platform, wondering what he was supposed to do now.
"I wonder what I'm supposed to do now?" he wondered aloud. Then the sword from earlier reappeared in his hand.
You now have the power to fight. Texter stated.
"Well, duh," Sora replied, "I've been able to fight ever since I was a kid. Had to handle Kairi somehow, didn't I?"
Just attack the air already so I can complement you! Texter demanded.
"…Wait, are you working with a script?"
Just do it already! he said quickly, obviously trying to hide the fact that he was, indeed, working with a script. Grumbling, Sora slashed at the air with his new sword. All right! You've got it. Texter stated, sounding noticeably less enthusiastic than someone is supposed to sound when giving someone a compliment. Rather, he just sounded impatient. Now use this power to protect yourself and others. Don't just go flinging it around for fun, you hear me? Power is a delicate thing that one must use wisely, and if you don't-
"Yeah, yeah, whatever. Just tell me what I'm supposed to do next." Sora interrupted, quickly becoming impatient with this much-needed lecture.
Fine! You may not know this yet, but there will be times when you have to fight.
"You mean like when I do something to upset Kairi or when I poke fun at Riku when he's in a bad mood? Yeah, I knew that already."
Yes, well, can you take on things like… this, for instance? when he got to the word "this", a small, black shadow appeared on the ground and came up in three dimensions rather than the usual two. A few more of them appeared, which did nothing but scare the heck out of Sora.
"GAAAHH! DEMONS! EVIL SHADOW DEMON THINGS!" pausing to consider this, he added, "Actually, they're kind of cute…."
Stop focusing on how cute they are and keep your light burning strong! Oh, and by the way, those things are going to attack you. he added.
"Wait, WHAT!?" was all Sora could say before one of the shadow creatures lunged at him. He let out a yelp and swung the sword at it. Somehow, this didn't defeat it in one blow. Sora started ferociously hacking at it with the sword until it disappeared in a puff of smoke. Still panicking as the other shadow creatures began attacking him again. Sora, of course, continued to attack them probably more hastily than he needed to considering the fact that the things weren't that strong. When they were all defeated, Texter finally made a comment.
By the way, sometimes enemies drop items. You can pick up these items by walking on them. he explained.
"Uh, wouldn't that just crush them?" Sora asked.
Someone such as you would not understand the physics of the natural world. By the way, one of those things is right behind you.
"Huh?!" Spinning around to look behind him, Sora let out yet another yelp and started flinging his sword around without actually aiming at anything. Despite this, he managed to defeat the shadow creature in yet another puff of smoke. Sora was now panting, not due to his constant erratic movements, but rather because he was freaking out probably more than he should have. "Please tell me there aren't any more of these things!" he said, getting the impression that Texter was sending these at him just for his own amusement.
Well, I can't necessarily say that there won't be any more of them, but I think you should be more concerned with the floor. he replied.
"Wait, what's happening to the floor-? GAH!" he yelled, suddenly noticing that the floor was dissolving beneath him once again. This time, however, it was acting more like quicksand as it quickly dragged him downwards. Panicking, screaming, and flailing about constantly, Sora was unable to get a hold on anything before he was sucked up by the darkness completely.
Still screaming, and now falling, Sora was a bit too busy panicking to think of anything to say about his current situation. So instead, he tried slapping the air as if to keep the darkness away from him, but to no avail. Texter, however, was busy wondering how Sora had the energy to keep screaming like this so frequently.
Then he landed. Really hard. "OW! Dude, that freakin' hurt!" he complained.
This platform, however, did not bear the picture of princess, although it was extremely pink-themed. However, Sora was too busy trying not to have a heart attack to notice this. After taking several deep breaths and wondering what the heck was going on here, Sora finally stood up and noticed a grey, transparent doorway in front of him. Seeing as Texter was being unusually silent and having nothing better to do, Sora tried to open the door.
And failed miserably.
No matter how hard he pushed or pulled on those doorknobs, it just wouldn't open. Now more annoyed than anything, Sora decided to ask Texter for advice. "Hey, Texter! What am I supposed to do to open this door?! This thing must have a stinkin' lock on it or something!" he complained.
Hm? Oh, right! I almost forgot to give you this treasure chest. he replied. Confused, Sora started looking around, trying to figure out where this so-called 'treasure chest' was.
"Treasure chest? What treasure chest? I don't see any treasure…" Sora said. Then, in a flash of light, a small, red treasure chest appeared in front of him. "Oh. That treasure chest. Okay, then." Now becoming used to things appearing in sudden, inexplicable flashes of light, Sora approached the treasure chest and opened it.
Unfortunately, nothing was in it. It also disappeared as soon as he opened it. "That did absolutely nothing! What was the point of that?!" he demanded.
Shut up and start smashing those boxes!
"Huh?" Sora had to turn around in order to actually see these boxes, as they for some reason spawned behind him. "Well, I mean… okay, but how does that help me with the door?" he asked.
Would you stop questioning my logic, already?! Why can't you just do this without trying to make a conversation?! Can't you see that I'm trying to make this scene mysterious?!
"No, actually."
Well, crap. Nothing I can do about that, then… AND WHY AREN'T YOU BREAKING THE BOXES YET?! Texter yelled. Startled by hearing Texter properly yell for the first time, Sora let out a hasty, "Yes, sir!" and proceeded to viciously beat the stuffing out of those boxes. Upon destroying the boxes, Sora felt unreasonably victorious.
"Ha-HAH! Take that, you unreasonably square, evil, wooden, THING! HAHAHAHAAAA!" he exclaimed. Texter sighed for what was probably the fourth time that day and said,
Look, you can go through the door now. So just do it already. I'm getting tired of this… Texter said.
"Aw, you're no fun. But fine." He promptly decided to open the door, only to have a blinding light shone in his eyes. "OH, DEAR GOD, MY EYES!" he screamed as he covered his eyes with his hands. Before he walked into the incredibly suspicious, blinding light, he turned his head upwards and added, "By the way, Texter, will I get to talk to you again after I go through this door?" This caused Texter to just be puzzled.
Why would you want to talk to me again? I've done nothing but thrown you around left and right, forcing you to fight small monsters, and talk about confusing stuff. he asked.
"Well, because you're my friend!" Sora responded without hesitation.
…You are aware of the fact that you've barely known me for ten minutes, right?
"Oh, come on, now! I'm always friends with the arguably suspicious people that pop up out of nowhere and say things that my brain can't and probably never will understand! That's just basic principle. Get with the times, man!" Sora explained. There was a long silence.
…I give up.
"Aw, why?"
Because you're clearly an idiot. this made Sora smile.
"Haha! You know, that's the exact same thing Riku said to me after we'd known each other for ten minutes, and look at us now! We're best buddies!" Sora said cheerfully.
And you met him how recently, exactly? Texter questioned, almost afraid of the answer.
"Oh, we've known each other for ten years now." He replied.
…And you remember the exact words he said to you after knowing him for ten minutes because…?
"Oh, I remember all kinds of things about my friends."
That's… kind of creepy. You know what, how about you just go through that door and stop bugging me for a bit, okay?
"Okay!" he agreed, and with that, he went through the door into the incredibly suspicious, blinding light. When he stepped through it, he was suddenly greeted with his home islands, called 'Destiny Islands'. This, of course, surprised Sora greatly. "W-wait, WHAT!? I'm back home?! HOW!? Gah, none of this makes any sense!" he exclaimed.
That's because it's not supposed to.
"WAAAGH! Texter?!" Sora shouted in surprise. "What are you doing here?! I thought you were stuck in that weird, black abyss!"
Yeah, well, I came here to tell you that the door won't open yet. he explained.
"Uh, hello?! It just did! WHAT DO YOU MEAN, 'IT WON'T OPEN YET'!?" seriously starting to get annoyed now, Sora was beginning to wonder if Texter was ever going to say something that made sense.
Look, just tell me more about yourself so I can be confident that I'm not sending a complete moron off to do something actually important! Texter demanded. Sora, deciding not to question what 'something actually important' meant, suddenly noticed that one of his friends, Selphie, was sitting right in front of him.
"Oh, hi, Selphie! What's up?" Sora asked, deciding that it was better not to question what she was doing there and why she didn't think it was odd that he was talking to himself.
"Sora, what would you say is most important to you? Being number one, friendship, or your prized possessions?" she asked in response. Confused by the sudden heart-to-heart question, although not bothered or suspicious of it, Sora responded,
"Well, friendship, obviously. I mean, my friends are wonderful, so…" he trailed off, not feeling that any more explanation was necessary. Selphie gave him a look that meant, "Yeah, but you also have problems."
Seeing that there wasn't going to be any further conversation, Sora awkwardly walked away, wondering once again what that was about. While he was walking away, however, he bumped into one of the other people who lived on the islands, Wakka. "Oh, hey there, Wakka!" he said. Wakka gave him a look as though to say, "You are one hopeless little human thing." Sora wasn't quite sure why these words came to mind when he saw that expression, but they did. Instead of actually saying that, however, he said,
"What is it that you want outta life? Seeing rare sights? To broaden your horizons? Or just to be strong?"
By now, Sora was starting to wonder if suddenly everyone on Destiny Islands was trying to get to know him better. It was only now that he started feeling slightly disturbed by the personal question, as well.
"Uh… well, 'being strong' is really vague, and I have no idea what a 'horizon' is, so I guess I'll go with rare sights." He replied, sounding noticeably more hesitant than before.
"Huh, okay." Wakka commented, and with that, he was done talking.
Panicking now, Sora quickly ran away from him in the opposite direction. What's with these guys? Sora wondered, I mean, this is seriously starting to be freaky. If it was just Selphie, I would probably be able to handle it, but now Wakka? What's next?
'Next' turned out to be Tidus, who was yet another inhabitant of Destiny Islands. Tidus gave him a sort of glare, as if he was trying to figure out what Sora's problem was.
"O-oh, um, hi, Tidus… how's it going…?" Sora asked cautiously. Tidus glared a bit harder at Sora and said,
"Okay, what is it you're so afraid of?" That made Sora lose his self-control completely.
"What do you think?! Every time I talk to somebody, they ask me some kind of weird, personal question and give me three possible answers to it! Now you're asking me what I'm afraid of!? WHAT KIND OF QUIZ SHOW IS THIS?!" he shouted. Tidus didn't seemed fazed in the slightest by Sora's outburst.
"Yeah, well, here's another question: what are you afraid of? Getting old, being different, or being indecisive?" he demanded. If anything, this just made Sora lose it even more.
"GAAH! WHY DO PEOPLE KEEP ASKING ME THESE THINGS!? BUT FINE! I'll be honest! I'm afraid of being indecisive, okay?!" he screamed. This was followed by a long silence and Tidus giving him an exasperated look.
Ah, I see.
"GYAAAAAH! Texter, why do you keep popping up at times like this!?" Sora complained. Texter ignored this and continued on with his reflection.
So, you want friendship. To see rare sights. But you're afraid of being indecisive.
"HAVE YOU BEEN SPYING ON ME!?" Sora demanded, only just now asking the question most people would have asked much sooner.
Maybe. Just to let you know, your adventure will begin at midday. Just try to keep a steady pace, alright? If you do that, then you'll come out fine.
"DANG IT, TEXTER, STOP SAYING CONFUSING THINGS!" he shouted. Texter ignored this and continued,
The day you will open the door is both far off and very near.
"What did I just say, Texter!?"
Sora didn't get an answer to that, but he was too busy being distracted by another blinding flash of light to say anything else. When the flash of light faded, he found himself in the black abyss again, standing on yet another glowing platform with a princess on it. This princess had long, blonde hair and wore a purple dress. "Okay, Texter, what kind of tricks are playing on me now?!" he demanded. Texter, however, was being extremely silent for some reason, so Sora had no idea what he was supposed to be doing. Angry that he was being thrown from one location to another so frequently, Sora started running around the platform in both rage and an attempt to figure out what was supposed to happen. After doing this for about four minutes straight, and still feeling like he was being ripped off, Sora finally stopped to catch his breath.
It was then when some of the shadow creatures showed up. Sora gave them a glare. "Would you stop following me?! I'm getting really sick of this!" he said. His complaining, however, did nothing to stop the shadow creatures from spawning, and he was soon surrounded by them. "Okay, fine! I guess I'll just have to get rid of all of you, then!"
And so, he fought. He decided to use this as an opportunity to try out some new combos, like jumping while he was fighting, for instance. Seeing as this was both effective and extremely fun, Sora managed to rally them all up in the air while he proceeded to attack them with the sword, which had spawned into his hands before he started fighting.
Once they were all defeated, a bright light shone down in front of him, causing the floor to glow more than it already was. Sora, curious to see what would happen if he stepped onto the glowing circle, impulsively did just that.
As it turned out, stepping on this glowing platform was actually a good thing, since a different circular light appeared and went into the distance, creating big, fancy stairs in its wake. "WHOA, MAGIC STAIRCASE THINGY!" he exclaimed, and decided that since he had nothing better to do, he went up the steps to wherever it was that they led. Unfortunately, this magical staircase was extremely long and tedious. As such, Sora decided to complain about it since Texter was still being silent. "Why… is this staircase… so freaking long?!" he said between gasps. It was a long staircase, and he was running, after all.
Eventually, though, he reached the top, which turned out to be… another giant glowing platform with a picture of a princess on it. This one had brown hair and a yellow dress. "OKAY, TEXTER, WHY ARE THERE SO MANY PRINCESSES ON THESE THINGS?! I'm starting to get tired of it!" he shouted.
By now, Texter finally decided to say something.
You know what? I have no idea. Maybe you just really like princesses, he said, but in any case, I have another incredibly vague sentence for you.
"Seriously?!"
Yes, now be quiet! Now let's see if you can understand any of this: the closer you get to the light, the greater your shadow becomes. he said. Sora looked behind himself to take a look at his shadow, which was both very dark and very long.
"Huh, I guess it is pretty big. But so what?" he asked, not understanding what Texter was getting at in the slightest. He would soon understand what he meant, though, because his shadow suddenly erupted into three dimensions, just like the shadow creatures. Only this one was gigantic, not to mention the fact that it started morphing. "AAAAAAUUUUUGGGHH!" he screamed, "OH MY GOD, WHAT THE HECK IS THAT THING!?"
Don't be afraid. came the ever-so-helpful advice from Texter.
"Uh, kind of too late for that, PAL!" Sora shouted.
And don't forget… he added mysteriously, as what had once been Sora's shadow became a giant, three-dimensional monster with hair that reminded Sora of octopus tentacles. It was also coming nearer by the moment, causing Sora to completely lose any form of bravery he might have had before then. Letting out an ear-splitting screech of terror, Sora ran away from the huge shadow as fast as he could, only to be met with the edge of the platform. Seeing nothing but blackness below him, Sora turned around to look at the shadow monster in fright.
He was now faced with two options: jump into the black abyss below with possibly nothing to catch him, or to fight the giant, menacing shadow monster with nothing but a sword and his complete lack of experience. Frightened by the difficult decision, Sora was about to choose jumping when he remembered Texter's words.
It is a sword of terrible destruction.
Oh, yeah! he thought, I do have awesome powers now! But how do I fight something THAT BIG?! Suddenly discouraged, Sora tried to remember the words Riku said to him several years ago, after they had finished sparring.
"Yeah, I'd say you're fairly adequate." He had said. That's right! he realized, and after remembering that Texter had said that he was trying to establish a 'falling' theme, shouted,
"That's right… I'm… I'm FAIRLY ADEQUATE!" then, to Texter, "AND NO WAY AM I GIVING IN TO YOUR SO-CALLED 'THEME'!"
Then, with the utmost defiance and some courage, Sora summoned his sword and charged into battle.
The giant shadow creature made the first move. He pounded his fist on the ground, causing black and purple swirls to appear on the ground where he hit. However, he did this INCREDIBLY slowly, allowing Sora the time to get several attacks on his other arm. Unfortunately, the giant shadow monster's attack spawned more of the small shadow creatures from before, which very suddenly started attacking Sora. "ACK! GET OFF OF ME!" he cried, right before viciously hacking them off with the sword. The shadowy hole continued to spawn the small shadow creatures, which attacked much more frequently than the big one, so Sora had to take care of them, first. This, thankfully, was fairly easy to do, and once he was done, he continued to attack the big shadow monster's arms.
While he did this, Sora noticed that, simply by slashing his sword, he was able to maintain more time in the air than he thought was physically possible. It wasn't a particularly long amount of time, but he felt extremely pleased with the sudden lack of physics, something he very outwardly expressed. "Oh, YES! This is EXCELLENT! If only things worked like this all the time!" distracted by this new, awesome experience, Sora decided to start doing a jig.
Witnessing Sora jig turned out to be too much for the shadow creature, and it decided to get serious and knocked Sora across the platform. Sora let out a cry of surprise with a bit of pain before landing harshly on the ground. "Oww! Hey, no fair! I was dancing!" he exclaimed.
"Enough! I've had it with you and hacking at my arms constantly! And if you ever jig again, I won't hesitate to murder you! In fact, I should probably just dispose of you right now to keep you from dancing ever again!" the shadow monster yelled in a deep, echoed voice. Sora, surprised at the fact that the thing could talk, let out a scream that was both too desperate and too long to express simple shock. As usual, Sora was panicking, trying to back away but found himself stuck in some kind of dark, swirly circle on the floor beneath him.
"AAAAGH! WHAT IS THIS, SOME KIND OF DARK, MAGICAL, SUPER-GLUE?!" he yelled.
Wow, that was the weirdest description of a Dark Circle I've ever heard. Texter commented.
"This REALLY isn't the time for this, Texter!" Sora replied, panicking even more now as dark fog started to take a hold of his leg.
But don't be afraid. he added, almost completely insensitive to the actual fear Sora was experiencing.
"You already said that, and I am PLENTY scared, thank you very much!" he shouted, becoming more and more concerned as the seconds went by.
You hold the mightiest weapon of all. came Texter's voice yet again, as Sora's body continued to be engulfed in the dark fog.
"Yeah, well, if it's so FREAKING MIGHTY, then maybe it can do something to, I don't know, SAVE ME RIGHT NOW!?" Sora cried, his panic levels nearly reaching their max. Texter, of course, continued on as if Sora hadn't said anything.
So don't forget: he said as Sora was completely covered in the dark fog.
"AAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHH!" came Sora's cry of despair, feeling as though he was about to have a heart attack any moment now.
You are the one… who will open the door. he finished. Sora was about to comment how opening a door would do nothing to help him, but was too frightened to say anything. His panic levels finally reaching beyond their maximum capacity, Sora, very suddenly, fainted. And darkness was all he saw before he awoke.
Author's Notes: Now, you might be wondering, why on EARTH would I spend an entire chapter making fun of the dream sequence? Because let's face it, there is so much stuff that doesn't make sense in the dream sequence, how could I not? It just so happened to be long enough to encompass an entire chapter anyways, so... yeah.
Also, something I've been wondering for years now... who even IS Texter? I recently came upon the idea that it could be Ventus, but he just doesn't really act like Ventus, plus, how would he know any of this? Is Texter just this universe's God?
So many questions, so little time. XD