In an attempt to get myself back into writing, I came up with a daily writing challenge over on my tumblr, called the 3am Challenge. All the prompts are randomly picked out of the book The 3AM Epiphany by Brian Kiteley and then set to a random song from my mp3 player to set the mood. The filled prompts cover a bunch of different fandoms - though the majority seem to be KH - so the series is collectively called the 3am Series. All the different sections can be found in my profile but if you want a better system of organization then I recommend checking them out on my Ao3~
(Full descriptions of the book prompts are listed on my tumblr under the tag, '3am-challenge')
Disclaimer: I do not own Kingdom Hearts or Threads of Fate, nor any of the characters/locations therein.
3am Challenge Day 1
Prompt: #10 - The Ironist (500 words)
Song: Pendulum – Witchcraft (John B Remix)
Characters: Demyx, mentions of Org XIII
(dedicated to ninemelodies~)
He stood still as water in the doorway to the Grey Room, staring at the leather-clad backs of his few remaining comrades with a dark revelation resting against his teeth.
The words sat heavily on Demyx's tongue, bitter and far too much like lead in their poisonous truth. The others didn't know like he did, none of them. They hadn't bothered to go searching for their own answers like he had; too complacent in their obedience to the Superior to do anything but swallow down the lies forced into their mouths.
But not him.
To everyone else, the Melodious Nocturne was simply a goofy, irresponsible slacker with no real ambition, no motivation or will to reclaim his stolen heart. They were wrong. He didn't fight because he was reconnaissance. Reconnaissance meant he saw, heard, knew things that the others didn't. He didn't work because physical action blurred out the clues, the faint wisps of fact that his mind caught and stored away. Staying still and waiting, watching, meant that he could assess a situation ten times more thoroughly than any of the stronger, more brutish members. It was his job, after all, to relay information. Not to destroy it or only uncover half before rushing in and ruining everything. He was sneaky, he was quiet, and he covered himself in false smiles and over-exaggerated motions to hide how much he had really seen.
No one suspected you of being intelligent, of being a threat when you purposefully made them doubt you. No one made you throw yourself into danger needlessly when they thought you were weak. So he played the fool. He built up his own poor reputation and soon everyone but him forgot just how good he actually was at his job.
Which was how he was the only one of them now that fully understood just what was going on.
What they didn't know, what he had found in Saix's computer, was bigger than anyone still loyal to the Organization could ever have thought possible. The picture was too big for them to see the whole of it; too dark for eyes blinded by over a decade of brainwashing. They were all of them – from numbers III to XIII – being used.
And what was worse was that Demyx knew it was only a matter of time before someone higher up discovered the breach in their carefully-guarded deception. It was only a matter of time before he was silenced. The Keybearer was awake; what better way to annihilate a Nobody than to send him against an adversary he could very likely lose to? That was another reason Demyx had stayed alive for so long despite his ditsy disposition: he knew how to read the clues he gathered. He could figure out how they fit together and what they meant. He knew that when Xemnas finally decided to send him against Sora that the Superior would not be expecting him to return.
He would be sending Demyx off to die.