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A/N: If you're expecting more laughs... well, all I can say is you're about to read the 'Horrors' part of the fic...

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Walking walking walking...

That's all he really did now was walk. Sure, he also explored the rest of the island; or rather did. Not long after his arrival here he had seen every possible nook and cranny this place had to offer. So now besides walking, he would often slook out at the line far off in the distance where the deep blue of the ocean and the azure blue of the sky met as he tried to see if there was anyway he could reach the larger island located not too away.

It was too far to swim to however, and there was nothing he could use to build a boat with. Did the people on that other island know he was there? Were there even people there? For all he knew, he could be the only person in the world.

It's so cold.

He felt a shiver creep up on him as he continued on. The cold was the first thing he registered, before he even opened his eyes, when he first woke up here. He didn't understand how a place so tropical, with its yellow sandy beach and lush exotic plants, could be so freezing. He probably never would. At least there was no wind to make it worse. Now that he thought about it... there didn't seem to be any weather at all here except a bright sunny day with a clear sky. Odd.

Walking walking walking...

Returning to his thoughts, he began to try (yet again) to remember his origins. Besides waking up on the beach, he couldn't really remember anything. No home, family, friends, past. The only thing he could remember was a single word, a word he assumed was supposed to be his name: Sora. He guessed that maybe he came from the larger island, but then again wouldn't his family have come from him by now. Did he even have family? Friends? He wasn't sure.

This cold was unbearable, he should really try building a fire. If it's this bad now, imagine what'd it'd be when night fell. What time was it anyway? Looking at the sky to tell the time, Sora noticed the sun hadn't moved at all since last time he checked, or since he woke up here; it still looked to be about noon. Sometimes it felt like he had only been there for an hour, other times it felt like months and years had passed.

Sora suddenly got an idea. There was one place where it felt warmer. Heading up the beach and past a lonely shack he arrived at a tall waterfall. But this wasn't it, oh no. It was the small cave behind the waterfall he was headed. It was a damp place, with moss hanging from the ceiling and crawling up the walls. Sora tilted his head downward slighty, looking at the small chalk drawings. Among them were a castle that looked sometime out of a fairytale, a dog and duck walking like a person, and a star. When he reached out and touched them, images of different people and things (some of them looking like what the drawings were) came to life in his mind.

One girl on particular stood out, one with bright blue eyes and short redish-brown hair, whom he felt particulary close to, as if he knew her. Perhaps in a past life? While the people in the images seemed happy and were smiling, he heard a distance, faint noise that sounded like sobbing. Despite that, these people made him feel a lot less lonely and almost... happy.

For a moment, it even felt less cold.

Alas, nothing can last forever and eventually the pictures and the heat they provided faded away, leaving nothing but the cold in its place. Sora had a feeling those visions held the key to leaving this place, but until he knew for sure there wasn't much he could do. So instead he turned around, left the cave and its mysteries behind until his next visit, and returned to the beach. The sun still hadn't moved, indicating no time had seemed to pass though Sora wasn't paying attention to that. He instead continued to do what he always seemed to do nowadays ever since his arrival here.

Walking walking walking...


A/N: Didn't see that coming, did you? That was pretty short but as you can tell, horror isn't my best genre. Good news is we're going back to humor next chapter.

Anyway, since I was very vague and some of you are probably confused: Sora is dead and his spirit is in Destiny Islands, or rather purgatory that happens to look like Destiny Islands (I guess he was too good for Hell to take and Heaven lost his paperwork :P) He can't remember anything except his name and the closest he can come to interacting with his friends and remembering anything is by touching those drawings in the hidden cave behind the waterfall. That faint crying he hears is his friends, who are still alive, mourning him. That warm feeling has something to do with crossing over or something like that... I don't know.

It's kind of sort of scary when you think about it. :/

And before you ask, I don't know how he died. Probably in an epic and totally awesome battle though.

'Til then! :)