Disclaimer, I don't own Kingdom Hearts. Yet.


12:00 P.M. Naminé

"And now ladies and gentlemen we come to my favorite part of the tour, the abstract exhibits."

My small group oohed and awed as we paced forward, studying the strange pieces around the room. Castle Oblivion Art Gallery had just opened, and I was one of the lucky ones to get an early morning tour.

It had been amazing, with beautiful sculptures, breath taking landscapes, strange portraits, and thought provoking exhibits. I had my sketch book out as I circled the room, taking notes and hastily drawing small versions of each piece for later enjoyment.

I passed a strange, headless dummy in rainbow paint, trapped in a cage, a unique shade projection piece, and finally stopped in front of a large, black mirror. Its glass was impossibly smooth, somehow seeming to suck the light out of everything.

There was no plaque or name around the large mirror, however what looked like a playing card had been stuck to the wall beneath it.

"Excuse me?"

The tour guide glanced up smiling with a "Yes?"

"Who made this piece?"

The guide meandered over, politely nodding to the other before coming to my side, frowning at the mirror.

"That's peculiar, I actually don't recall seeing this piece here before." They admitted.

They studied the mirror for a few seconds while the others from the tour came over, curious at our sudden interest. I watched as they appeared in the mirror, mesmerized by the grace we seemed to possess, the quality that the mirror portrayed us with.

"I think it's meant to symbolize a dark inner persona." A woman suggested, the others quickly agreeing before adding in their own comments.

I nodded as well, looking down and starting to sketch the mirror. The only problem was that I couldn't seem to get the glass right, it wasn't dark enough. I took a step forward, and started sketching again, trying to perfect the shiny look.

And then I heard a tap. I stop, glancing around, but there was nothing there, and the others were still discussing the effect of the mirror. Probably someone taping a wall or something. I went back to my sketch, only to hear another loud tap. I frowned and looked around again. Everything was the same, nothing was different.

I huffed in annoyance and turned back to the mirror. I studied myself in the mirror, ready to sketch, only to stop and blink, staring. Maybe I shouldn't have stayed up so late working, or maybe I shouldn't have gotten up so early. Or maybe I should just be taking more medication.

Because reflections don't move unless you do. And yet for a split second, I could have sworn my reflection looked around, gaze fearful, before once again mirroring my movements. One of the others walked forward and pried the playing card from the wall.

On the other side, the name 'Club XIII' was stenciled in strange silver scrawl, an odd cross with a heart shaped bottom taking the place of the center I. Funny, the top looked a lot like Roxas' necklace.

"Oh yeah, I heard of that place, it's the new club downtown. They're having their grand opening tonight."

"Intriguing." The tour guide said, stroking his blonde goatee.

I shivered as they spoke. The guide was a foreigner, his British accent oozing sweetly through his dulcet tones.

The guide politely took the card away, pocketing it and saying "Forgive me but I fear I must report this incident. Please, continue viewing, and enjoy the show."

I was still confused about his last few words when he left the room, leaving us all alone. I turned back to the mirror still frowned. I squealed when my reflection moved without me again, peering at the corner before whirling around to face the other reflections.

"He's gone, quick!"

"Young lady, what are you doing?" A man beside me asked.

"Shouting in a gallery, honestly, what…"

Their tour groups voices trailed off, staring at the mirror as the reflections crowded up to the glass, pounding at its dark surface.

"Please help us!"

"He trapped us, we can't get out!"

The group was gasping, turning pale as we watched. Tears ran down my reflections eyes, she slammed her dainty fist against the glass pleading to be released. Somebody let out a nervous laugh.

"This is incredible" The woman tried, her laughter dying off "You could almost think they were real."

The woman's reflection glared at her shouting "I am real! We're all real! That man, he kidnaped us, please, get us out of her now!"

The group was getting uncomfortable.

"Now see here, this isn't funny anymore." A boy called, anger and confusion starting to shine through.

The others were starting to agree when a sudden terrified scream tore through the air.

"My body! My body, where's my body!"

We spun around to see the headless mannequin stumbling around in its cage, the head previously inanimate head nailed to the outside panicking, unable to see its groping body.

"Where's my body? What happened to me? Where am I?"

Some of the group turned on their heels and ran, only for us to hear their panicked cries seconds later. The art was alive. Paintings, sculptures, models, it was all coming alive, trying to escape the gallery, screaming at anyone who got too close.

There was a loud crack behind us, and I twirled around in time to see a large spider web fracture spreading across the mirrors surface. I started back, screaming as I ended up backing into the cage.

The mannequin groped at my head, its own calling "No, no I'm over here!"

This was my worst nightmare, a terror I had pushed down years and years ago. The glass shattered, and the reflections came pouring out with a victorious cry.

"We're free!"

And then my reflection turned to me, face contorted with rage.

"Get her!"

I screamed again, trying to run, but I didn't make it three steps before the reflections caught up to me, lifting me up and making their way to the broken mirror.

"Wait, stop, please!"

The reflections just gave an enraged cry, ignoring my struggles.

"Why are you doing this?"

The reflections hurled me into the broken mirror. All the warmth and light was suddenly vacuumed out of the room, darkness taking of a pale, monochrome version of the room. I shivered on the cold ground before looking up at this side of the mirror. Color and light flourished on the other side, and I could see and hear the reflections cheering. My own reflection walked forward, glaring daggers at me.

"Why?"

"We've been trapped in there our whole lives while you pranced around, living your perfect little lives" She smiled cruelly "But now it's finally our turn to be the living ones."

A crowd of art charged forward and I was suddenly joined as they threw in the other members of the tour group.

"Seal it up!" They cried, while we all screamed.

Working faster than I could imagine, the art and reflections pieced the mirror back together, and in a matter of seconds, the glass was as flawless as it had been before the chaos started. The art gave another cheer, before a statue came forward, a bucket of black paint in their marble hands, lobbing the liquid at the glass.

The black liquid claimed the surface, the art quickly smoothing it out, and soon, all evidence that there had ever even been a mirror was gone. People screamed and shouted, the sound echoing around eerily. They cried and held each other, begging for help or trying to deny that any of this was happening.

I couldn't breathe, this was the most terrifying thing that had ever happened to me. And then the footsteps started. After a few moments, we all turned around, staring in fear as a figure in a pitch black cloak advanced. They stopped a few feet away while we blubbered and cried, hearts racing.

"Naminé."

I froze as it spoke my name, heart jumping into my throat. Everyone slowly turned their heads and stared at me.

"Step forward."

I gulped, my limbs refusing to move.

"Now!" they thundered.

I stumbled to my feet and rushed forward, whimpering and staring up into the empty hood.

"Crimes have punishments my dear. An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth. Behold your fate."

The figure snapped forward and I screeched in agony as my body contorted, feeling like an elephant had just flattened me like a pancake. Light blared painfully around me, and I blinked, trying to remain conscious. When it all faded, I let out a sigh of relief. I was back in the gallery, back in the real world. I must have just had one of those walking nightmares or maybe it was a horrible side effect of the cold medicine I had been taking.

My heart was still blazing on a mile a minute, and I took a few calming breaths, deciding that it was probably a good idea to take a break from the art world for a while. I was a little too obsessed with it right now. Besides, it was time to get going anyways, Kairi was expecting me to meet up with her at the botanical gardens at one. I made to walk forward, but my limbs didn't' seem to want to obey me. I frowned, trying to look down, but I couldn't. What the heck was happening?

After a few seconds, I realized that I hadn't been moving at all since the world reappeared. I had been carefully breathing through a painfully bright, permanent smile, my chest barley rising. What was going on?! And then the figure in the black cloak came in to my view. I wanted to scream, to run, to struggle, but apparently now all I could move were my eyes.

"I must say, you look simply marvelous. You were born for a calling such as this."

Wait, that voice! The figure pulled back the hood, and the blonde tour guide smiled at me, electric blue eyes piercing my soul.

"Confused? That's to be expected. Allow me to illuminate the nature of your punishment."

The man reached into his dark cloak, pulling out a small hand mirror.

"Magnificent, simply magnificent don't you agree my darling? Of course you do. Out here for all the world to behold."

I was in a painting. Or rather, I was a painting. I was trapped in a black and silver frame, waving out to the world, hair blowing back, and smile positive and flirtatious. Only the eyes looked out of place, fear pulsing through the fearful tears streaming down my cheeks, smudging the paint. No, no, this couldn't be happening!

My skin was blurred and glittery, oil and pastels dominating my entire body. Please, no! My breathing was slowing, my eyesight was going blurry. A tour guide came into view with my old group, brilliant smiles plastered to their faces, eyes dark and cold.

"And over here is a remarkable piece called 'Irony', an artist turned to art instead of turning others into art. It symbolizes what happens when you mess with people who are very, very terrifyingly scary. Of course it could just be a happy girl waving to her friends, but who cares about that? Onto the next exhibit!"

No! No, no, no this wasn't happy! My eyesight was almost gone, my lungs burned for nonexistent air.

"Oh I do love a good scare." My tour guide said.

And then everything was black.


I gasped, shooting up and screaming, drawing stares from those around me.

A camera crew quickly descended on me asking "Miss, we understand that you were part of this sensational scare as well, can you give us any details?"

I stared up at them dumbly, still shaking, before they frowned, the cameraman saying "Cut" and turning off his camera. The female reporter sighed, glancing around.

"One of the biggest pranks in the Destiney Islands history and they're all too clueless to talk about it. At least we have the video feed, and we know who did it, you get that address?"

The cameraman nodded.

"Good, let's head down there and see if we can score and interview. Pranking like this is just genius, ratings are going to go through the roof!"

"What happened?" I asked, standing shakily to my feet.

The cameraman shrugged, simply stating "Big Halloween prank by Club XIII."

Club XIII again? What was it?

"At least you got a shirt out of all this, nobody else got one of those."

Confused, I looked down. I was in a pure black and silver long sleeved shirt, strange vine like symbols running up the arms and around the back. On the front, the Roman numeral X was written along with the words "Charged with aiding and abetting. Found Guilty."

On the back, the name Club XIII was scrawled in the same way it had been on the card. I saw my sketchbook lying on the ground and picked it up, intending to make a hasty retreat. I ended up tripping over my own beet, and the book flipped open, a strange flier falling loose of the pages.

I stared at the flier, taking in the picture, fear clawing its way back into my heart. The page was dominated by a picture of me. The picture of me in the painting, trapped once again, my skin marred as my own tears ruined me, yet still smiling psychotically and waving ecstatically at the view. Below the picture was a simple sentence.

"You got off easy. The others won't."

x-X-x

"The mission was a success Roxas. Oh that was fun. I just wish that I'd had more time."

"Yeah, you did a great job. Help me with these bandages will you?"

"My, that's quite a little risqué look don't you think."

Roxas just flashed a mischievous smile, eyes shining.

"I'm going after the first place prize Lux, and I'm not going to be holding back."

"I can certainly see that. Now if you'll excuse me, Xemnas wants me at the bar, apparently I have an interview to take care of."

I smirked and stated walking off, before slowly turned back to the blonde.

"Who's up next in this diabolically fun little game of revenge?"

Roxas just smiled, tightening the bandages.

"Kairi. I told him to go wild with her."

Oh, this would be good. I almost felt sorry for Roxas' victims, those poor unfortunate souls, who were about to be scared to death and back again.

The keyword there being almost.


Twelve P.M., twelve hours left, twelve not-so-innocent victims left to take care of, and one very angry dual wielder. Might not be as funny as Christmas, but hopefully it works! Keep reading and see what happens, have a terrifying Halloween!