I OWN NOTHING
(But the idea for the story)
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"Whatever. Are we going to find that house or what?"
"Hey!" Axel called from down the stairs. "Don't leave until I'm dressed, guys!"
"Don't worry Axel, we'll wait." Demyx yelled up the stairs.
After a few minutes of silent waiting, Axel ran down the stairs. "Ready to go."
POV switch
"About time! Roxas is probably begging for mercy from Larxene again by now. Let's go!" Demyx marched up to the hallway and to the door.
"This is a nightmare... that's all it is..." Demyx thought repeatedly. It was just a horrible nightmare. He must have fallen asleep when he went to his room. There was no way he could have done what he had just done.
"I did not just watch myself do that... It didn't really happen..."
He wished he could close his eyes to block the images he was seeing, but alas, the doll still had control of his body.
"Xemnas didn't even put up much of a fight." It said disapprovingly, shaking his head at the body shaking uncontrollably on the ground. "Some fearless leader he was."
"What shall we do with his eyes? They would make a wonderful trophy, don't you think?" It said to him telapathicly.
Then, the doll, who had been sitting on his shoulder, hopped off. He paws splashed in the puddle of blood and onto Demyx's' shoes, though you could not really tell, because both his shoes, and the front of his robe, were soaked in blood.
The eyes he was referring to lay on the floor, one had rolled to a stop by Xemnas' foot during the struggle. They had been gouged out with the Spork in the beginning. For some reason, Xemnas didn't think to summon his weapon, or kill him with nothing thorns. Actually, he always wondered how nothing could hurt someone.
But that was beside the point. Xemnas was almost dead, and his blood was on Demyx's' hands.
"What do you think we should do now? Cut his head off and kill him swiftly? Or shall we cut out the rest of his organs and watch him die slowly?"
"W-why are you making me do this?"
The doll stared him in the eyes. It was a vacant look, yet, it made Demyx feel even more attached to it.
"But, you summoned me, don't you remember?"
"But I thought... Xemnas was the reason you were here...
"No, I was called by your songs." It said aloud.
"You lied... And you made me kill an innocent Nobody!"
"Of course, I needed you to agree to be my puppet. And he's not dead. We haven't eviscerated him yet."
"Y-you can't make me do that! Whatever that means exactly..."
"But alas, my new friend, I can."
As if to prove his point, he pulled a kitchen knife out of thin air and Demyx took it from him. It suddenly morphed into that knife thing doctors used, only it was much bigger, and the edge glowed green.
"Stop it! I'm not going to kill him! He thought as loud as he could.
"You can't change my mind. I have no sympathy for this man, nor any regard for your wishes."
The doll did something with his paws, and with a moan of pain, Xemnas was slammed against the wall, hanging from some sort of invisible bonds.
Demyx watched in horror as he positioned the giant knife, and made the first cut. It made a ripping noise when it cut the fabric and a squelchy noise when he cut the skin. He mentally winced when Xemnas screamed. He had never heard the Superior scream before.
He made two more cuts, making the traditional Y shape used in autopsies. He knew what some of the organs, like the liver and stuff were, because he'd watched CSI one time. He didn't particularly like it, though.
He looked for Xemnas' heart, which, to no surprise, wasn't there. There were just little wisps of smoke floating around. He tried to close his eyes, but found himself unable to do so.
The knife thing morphed back into a kitchen knife, which floated back to the doll.
He watched as his hands reached inside Xemnas's body and move his fingers along his bones.
Then, he heard something crack and Xemnas scream again.
"I think I'm going to be sick..."
The things poor Demyx was forced to do are so graphic, I will not describe them in detail. Wasn't that fun?
You... Sick... Monster... Demyx was on his knees, forced to stare at the huge puddle of blood from Xemnas' body. The floor, and Demyx, was drenched in blood. Bones and internal organs littered the floor. On the wall above Xemnas, and on the front of his tall desk, were the words 'Tails Doll 4ever' written in Xemnas's blood. That was the cursed dolls' doing. Its paws were no longer pure white, but crimson read. Damp, and smelling heavily of copper.
Then suddenly, the door opened slowly, and in stepped a surprised-no joke- Saix.
"What in the? Number IX! What have you DONE?" He yelled. Then he caught sight of the doll. Before he could react to that, the doll had already flown across the room, and stabbed at Saix with a pole. His knife had morphed into it moments before. When he pulled it out, Demyx noticed it had a sharper edge, and wasn't very pole-like at all for a moment, before it changed again, back to how a pole should look.
"Well that explains some things."
Saix pretended not to feel anything, though it had stabbed him through where his heart once resided. He tried to summon his weapon, calling it by name, but it didn't appear.
"It is no use resisting, Saix. Your magic cannot affect me."
The doll shot a red beam from his Jewel, nearly hitting Saix. Though he didn't look it, Saix was actually quite fast in battle. Even though he was bleeding, he managed to dodge several more attacks.
The doll suddenly disappeared and reappeared behind him, with the knife now positioned above Saix' head.
"Saix behind you!" Demyx screamed. Somehow, when the doll was attacking Saix, Demyx had been able to speak on his own again.
Saix dodged in time again, and tried to grab the doll. He missed, of course, because the doll had appeared next to Demyx all of a sudden. How did you manage to speak freely, new friend? I did not give you permission."
"Stop calling me friend!" He yelled, trying to take advantage of his current position. The doll was focusing on him, and not paying attention to Saix behind him.
Saix came running, he had somehow managed to unlock his berserk form, and summon his weapon.
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"I love this place." Demyx said to Axel. "This world has no pollution to ruin it, like most worlds. I mean just look at the water! It's so clear we can see all the way to the bottom!"
"I would look, but I'm kind of wondering if you would try pushing me in. Again."
"How many times do I have to say it was an accident before you trust me around the river?"
"A lot more times."
"Whatever." He sighed. "Look, there's Nookingtons! We're almost at Larxene's' house!"
POV switch
"Marluxia, would you like to come to the café with me before we leave? I'm getting a cup of coffee."
"I still need to convert our bells into Munny at the post office, but I think it can wait for a while.
"Great. It's so nice to have the Museum right next door, isn't it?"
Marluxia nodded while they walked to the Museum.
The Café, named --The Roost--, was one of the quietist places in all of Animal Town. Hardly anyone stopped by, except for a cat named Rover, who came by sometimes, K.K, every Saturday, Demyx, sometimes, or Zexion, every day. And, of course, his good friend Blathers, the curator of the Museum, who stops by every day. You see, he is a night owl, and finds it hard to stay awake during the day, so to him, having a Café in the Museum is a miracle.
The museum was visited mostly for the Dinosaur exhibits, though there weren't many. Hardly any were complete, due to the lack of fossil hunters, though. There were other exhibits, such as the local fish exhibit, which, surprisingly, there were alot of. It was amazing as to how many fish came by during the year. There were catfish, carp, an assortment of bass, dabs, even and octopus or squid are found down by the beach sometimes.
The other live exhibit was the local bug exibet. Though there are just as many bugs as there are fish in this town, people never bother to bring what they catch. Blathers, who is afraid of insects. Even butterflies, and ladybugs.
The last exibet in the Museum is the paintings exibet, though not many are ever donated. The only way you can find a painting is to buy it off Crazy Redd, who stops by every Monday. The problem is... He mostly sells fakes. Blathers has an eye for fine art, and could spot a fake a mile away.
"Zexion, we passed the Museum."
"Huh?"
"We just walked by the Museum.
"Oh. Sorry, I was thinking about something."
"I'll go tell Demyx you're okay." Marluxia said. Zexion nodded. Being unable to speak was already annoying.
Marluxia disappeared in a portal.
"Right, now that he's gone. What exactly happened to you in the pipes?"
'Didn't Marluxia tell you?'
"Well, yes, but I should hear it from your point of view. You were stabbed with a large knife, right?"
'Well actually it was a pole...'
"A pole... But the injury suggested a large knife."
'I think I know what it was that nearly killed me Vexen.'
"But the injury doesn't lie! And I know I didn't make a mistake, either. I checked several times to be sure I could summarize it for the report."
'Well... The doll did have a knife... But I don't recall getting stabbed twice. It could have happened though, I guess.'
"Hmm..."
"I'm running out of room on this side of the paper... I should learn to write smaller." He flipped to the next page.
'That reminds me. Vexen, can you take this to the Superior?' Zexion wrote, and summoned his Lexicon as Vexen read. He flipped to the correct page and copied the page.
"What is it?"
'It details the Tails Dolls' methods of killing, and also, make sure you tell him that magic bounces off of its fabric. That is, if you can use it around him.'
Vexen took the copy of the Tails Doll page, and scanned over it quickly.
"Souls... Knifes... And... Sunshine?" He looked over the top of the page and stared.
'Don't ask...'
"Okay then... Right. I'll take this to Xemnas as soon as flower boy gets back."
As if on cue, Marluxia transported back. He looked rather pale.
'Did something happen?' Zexion started to write.
"I can't... Find Demyx... He wasn't with Axel, or Roxas. I checked with Luxord, Larxene, and Xigbar, too. He wasn't in the music room, or his room, or even in one of our rooms..."
"Oh no... He couldn't have... Did the doll...? If he's dead..."
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"Thinking? About what?"
"Oh, just how the Café hardly gets any visitors, is all."
"I see. Well, let's get that coffee, shall we?"
The two entered the Museum, and went to the Café. Inside was a white dog with a guitar, a pigeon with glasses, and an Owl who looked ready to fall over. The pigeon looked up from the glass he was drying.
"Welcome... To the Roost."
"Good morning Brewster." Zexion said.
"The regular?" He asked.
"Of course."
Brewster nodded as Marluxia and Zexion sat down in the chairs.
"And what will your friend be having?"
"Oh, um... I guess I'll have what he's having."
Right. The coffee may seem a tad bit expensive at... 200 bells, but it's well worth it."
He got to work making the coffee. "Would you like yo add any Pigeon Milk?"
"Sure."
"Er, no thanks."
They said at the same time.
POV switch
"You knock."
"No, you knock."
"I'm not knocking on Larxene's' door. You do it."
"She's your girlfriend. You knock on the door"
"She isn't my girlfriend!"
"Oh really? Then why did I find a picture of Larxene in your closet?"
"Hey! That was private!"
"Excuse me, but why was my picture in Axel's closet?" Said a voice from behind them. They both jumped and turned around at the same time. There was Larxene, lightning crackling menacingly in her hands.
Saix jumped and brought his claymore down hard on the dolls' head. A surprising thing happened when it made contact with the orange fabric. Instead of the doll crumpling to the ground, smashing its gem, or even knocking it aside, the claymore bounced off like hail on a tin roof. The force of the impact caused the claymore to break in half, and send Saix flying back, where he landed in the squishy pile of what used to be Xemnas' intestines.
The doll turned to him. "Nothing you do can harm me, Lunar Warrior. Soon, I shall take your own soul, and leave your body to rot! Only then can you truly feel the sunshine."
Sunshine? Sunshine... Can you... Feel the sunshine...?"
"I don't need your sunshine, I prefer the moonlight!" Saix snarled as he ran towards the doll at top speed, and then attempted to hit it with the remaining half of his broken claymore.
Big mistake. As fast as he was moving, there was no way he could stop himself from swinging his weapon as hard as he could.
The doll floated upwards, leaving Demyx standing there, unable to move.
This is going to hurt. He thought before the claymore half hit him full force, sending him flying above Xemnas' desk, where he landed hard on his arm. He swore he heard something crack, and yelped in pain. He rolled over, off his injured arm. Ow ow ow ow ow ow... Wait... I moved?
"Enjoy your freedom, friend. I'll return for you soon enough." He heard in his mind.
The doll floated up next to him.
And when I do, I will not be as kind as I have been. It suddenly disappeared.
Demyx immediately applied a cure spell to his arm, to dull the pain, before peeking over the edge of the desk to see what had become of Saix. To his relief, Saix was for the most part, okay. He watched him make a portal and then he appeared next to Demyx.
"Curse that doll." He said. Then he looked at Demyx.
"You, IX, just killed the Superior."
Demyx was speechless. "is he... Going to kill me?" He wouldn't put it past him.