SCHISM
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Author: Salem
Genre: Horror
Pairings: Maybe a smidge of Sokairi, but that's about it
Characters: Sora, a ton of OCs. Riku and Kairi are mentioned a couple of times. ... And others, but let's not spoil the surprise, shall we? x3
Rating: Uh... something above PG. ' Language, cruelty, violence, maybe some gore. (In future. Not right off the freaking bat, people.)
Summary: When you die, all traces of mercy flee from you. Slowly, only slowly, they still want to make you believe you're the exception to the rule. Your heart stops beating, your lungs stop heaving. But your mind never stops working. If you try to go back, you become something horrible. To yourself and others. How do I know this? I learned it the hard way. Do you fear death? Then run, run away- while you can.
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Introduction- The End Is Just The Beginning (So Cold)
You're so c o l d but you feel a l i v e
What is death? To you, I mean. A short stay in oblivion before you go off to that 'eternal paradise' in the wild blue yonder, maybe? (Or that eternal barbeque 'down under.') Or maybe it's just one last blink, one last gasp, and then silence? 'Everlasting peace?' Must be nice- no job, no annoying people, no noise. No nothing. You'd be alone- utterly alone. Think of a blank white piece of paper; now think of being totally surrounded by that blank whiteness. Mm, oblivion. Nice.
Now remind yourself that the paper is black, not white. Afraid of the dark? Aw, poor baby, and you're all alone, remember, no one there to hear you scream. Alone, afraid, and in the dark, with no one to talk to, no one to cling to, and nothing to see but (blackblackblack) shadows and darkness. Lights out for the rest of your life, baby.
Am I scaring you now? Yes; that's good, because you should be afraid, it's easier when you're scared. What's easier? Now, now, we don't want to rush things. All in good time, my friend.
Now, you'll be happy to know that death isn't like that at all. You don't get feathery wings and a halo, or horns and a pitchfork. You don't lie there in the dark and simply stare at nothing, gibbering to yourself as the lunatic you'll have truly become. No- it's fast, and about ninety-nine point nine percent of the time, you don't even realize that's happened to you. You go to a lovely little underground chasm to hang out with the other dead people for the rest of your god-forsaken days. Don't worry, it's not as bad as it probably sounds. Just don't try to come back to the side of the living- your heart isn't working anymore, so you might as well be a Heartless, for all the emotion you still possess. Pity? Poof. Mercy? Out the window. Hunger? Well, now, that isn't an emotion, is it? So... it never really leaves you. If you don't want to find yourself munching on your neighbour's cerebellum, don't try going back. Don't. Trust me on this one.
Who am I? I'm Sora. I'm your new best friend- and, oh yeah, have I said it out loud yet? No? All right, maybe you should know, then.
I'm your new best friend.
And I'm dead.
Lay your h a n d on me one last t i m e