**NOTE**

So I just noticed how much I swear in this thing and I'm not sure if I should up the rating or not. hmmm

well anyways, I'm not really into the whole part where Roxas is stuck in Twilight Town, so sorry if this is all rushed I was sorta waiting to get to other parts and may go back some later time and re write it. Well enjoy!

Roxas woke up feeling groggy.

Where was he?

In a room. In his room. He looked around. Yes this was his room. But wait, wasn't his bed huge? He looked down. "I guess not…"

He swung his feet down to the floor, navigating his way down the stairs and out the door in a zombie like trance.

He encountered no one on his way out. He was alone, all alone. This had an odd feeling to it. Like he used to live in a house with many people.

Did he have parents, a family? He couldn't recall any, which was odd considering his age. Living in a house all alone with no recollection of a family. He brushed the feeling off. Not like there was anything he could do about it.

His feet were moving without him really thinking.

Where am I going? He thought to himself. Oh the Usual spot.

Why am I going there? To see his friends.

Who are my friends? That's right, Pence, Hayner, and Olette.

"How could I forget my best friends," he laughed to himself. He felt a wave of dread and guilt wash over him which made him feel angsty and he involuntarily stuck his lower lip out.

"Shit, what the hell is wrong with me?" he said to himself, trying to shake away his unpleasant mood. To make matters worse, that shop was playing the same song, over and over and over. It wasn't the type of music Roxas was into either. All flutes and whistles and horns. Much too cheerful. Roxas sighed, again there was nothing he could do about it, so why try to fight it?

His day only got worse from there. When he met up with his friends, he was greeted with the news that people were stealing pictures of him. Why him? He had no idea. The guy who stole them turned out not to be a guy at all, but some weird slinky silver thing. He was forced to chase it back to the gate of the old mansion, where he soon became surrounded by many slinky silver creatures. If it wasn't for some weird over sized key that appeared in his hands, they would have thrown him in this weird black portal. And Roxas was sure that wouldn't have been good. Oh well, he got them back, which was the important thing. Not really much he can do now but go to sleep and hope tomorrows better…

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Tomorrow wasn't better. The last couple days were not better. A handful of weird things kept happening. More weird silver things chasing him, having his money stolen by some creepy weird guy, big huge monsters trying to kill him, a weird blonde girl who said she would tell him what the hell was going on, but only showed him her drawings of him in crayon. And the dreams. Dreams of this boy and his friends. This boy sort of looked like Roxas, maybe they were related. Maybe this was the family he was trying to remember.

It was the day of the struggle. Everything was going fine until he had to fight Vivi, who turned out not to be Vivi but yet another weird sliver thing. And everyone in the crowd froze. The fucked up part was, this was not the first time this had happened to him.

"What the hell is going on?" he said to himself after he kicked the silver things ass.

"There you are Roxas, I've been looking for you." a very tale boy with red hair and a black cloak stepped out a shadowy black portal.

"This is just too fuckin' weird." Roxas mumbled to himself. He wondered if he couldn't remember anything because he had gone insane and now was in a comatose, crazy person alternate world that took place in his head. Roxas huffed. He was sick of having to just let things happen because there was nothing he could do about it.

"You remember me?" the boy said.

"No, should I?"

The boy sighed. "I'm Axel, your buddy, remember?"

"What the hell is going on?!"

Axel walked over to Roxas and put his hands on his shoulder. Roxas's stomach did a flutter, drop, twist sort of sensation. He stood there for a moment trying to figure out if he liked it or not.

"Look, I'll explain everything. But first we have to return to the castle. Remember, RTC? Roxas, are you listening?"

Roxas had heard everything he said, but couldn't make sense of it all. Besides, he had more fun looking at Axel's eyes. They were sea water green and extremely saturated.

"You're so pretty." Roxas said under his breath.

"What? Can't hear ya, speak up!"

Roxas shook his head, "Um nothing, so if I go with you, you'll tell me what's going on?"

Axel smiled and gave a sharp nod, "yeah! So you'll come back with me? This is great, I was so afraid I was going to have to drag you back home."

"Rrrrroxas!" Roxas heard from a distance. "Roxas, wake up!"

A tall creepy man with bandages and belts covering his face--no shit bandages and belts--came to stand next to Roxas.

"Wake up Roxas."

All of a sudden the world un paused and the two men were gone. He blinked and wondered what the hell he was supposed to do. No one had seen what had happened, and if he said anything, they would all think he was crazy. So he kept his mouth shut and continued on to his last battle.

He won his last fight and celebrated his victory by eating ice cream on the clock tower with his friends. Even as they laughed together, and he gave them each on of his orbs from the trophy, he couldn't stop thinking about that boy, Axel.

Maybe that's why he lost balance and fell to his death.