"Jexak, in consideration of your actions, we have come to the conclusion that you will be a valuable member in the communications field." Xemnas began. "You will be talking to people, utilising your-unique-Charisma." Xemnas handed him a slip of paper. 'I dare you to do that again' it read.

Jexak smiled at the threat, already planning revenge. Larxene saw the note and tutted. Jexak turned to leave. Lexaus stopped him holding out his arm.

"Of course, Your first mission is given by yours truly." Xemnas continued. "This will assess your abilities to their limits. The task….Pick up our dry cleaning."

Everyone laughed, except Xemnas

"THIS IS SERIOUS!" He yelled. Everyone went quiet. "This is a very dangerous mission, purely because the owner hates us. You Jexak will use your honeyed words to persuade him to hand over the laundry. Failing that, attack-but do not kill him. A word of warning: the owner is a black belt in Tiajitsu." To this Jexak raised an eyebrow.

"Sounds fun, I'll consider it." He said, walking off. Jexak decided to first scout out the area before handing in a note of resignation. Quite how they expected him to join like it was compulsory, he didn't know. He opened the door to the first room on the left-a bedroom. Jexak quickly noted this must be a residential block, therefore he would have a room if he joined up, which was a positive point. He walked on, passing 15 rooms-the last of which seeming somehow new. He paused. There was a room just ahead that seemed a little foreboding. He peered inside the ajar door, and saw Vexen in his lab. "Why is there no door here?" He asked Vexen.

"The door is right there…"

Jexak stifled a laugh. "It's not a door if it's A-JAR!" He fell over in humour. Vexen simply carried on with his work. Jexak shrugged and carried on searching the corridor, coming to a stop at the kitchen. He nodded, then moved onwards. He passed someone with blue hair reading an unusual book. He came to a lounge area, where Siax was waiting. Jexak approached him.

"I'll take the membership, and the job." He smirked. "But I get dibs on the blond chick."

Siax rolled his eyes. "You'll have a job with that…" He pivoted to the window. I assume by now you know how to use a portal. Just envision where you need to be, and a portal will be made."

Jexak tried it, and a corridor popped open. He stepped backwards in mute surprise.

"Go on, to your mission, Chaotic Warlord." Siax called after him as Jexak stepped through the portal.

Elsewhere in the infinite cosmos, a girl called Lopa was being hunted. She had always been a good girl, so why were they chasing her? On her 15th birthday too? It wasn't fair, it never was. She screamed as the creatures pursuing her ripped out her heart.

Jexak reappeared in Twilight town, outside the mansion. He had a map. Looking at it, he saw where the dry-cleaners was. He started on his way, and saw a cloaked figure passed out on the pavement-Xemnas looking over.

"Two in such a short time. Must be Christmas." Xemnas laughed.

This immediately began to creep Jexak out. "What happened?" He asked tentatively.

"Another soul has joined our rank."

"Who says they have to join the organisation?"

"I do!" Xemnas entered a slow rage. This mollusc clearly wasn't going to be easy to get rid of. He hoped that the crazy dry-cleaning guy would destroy him.

"Alright, over commanding dumnass." Jexak shrugged "It's your ball game-hahaha, ball game…" Jexak ambled off, suspicious of this leader. He saw the store in the distance. He sighed. 'just a day in paradise' he thought sarcastically. Jexak knocked on the door; finally reaching his destination.

"What?" Came a gruff voice. "I ain't open today!" The voice said venomously.

"I came to pick up order 275!" Jexak replied, quickly losing patience with this antisocial owner.

"Oh, great, that order…WELL YOU CAN GO F**K YOURSELF!" The owner quickly retrieved a shotgun and pointed it at Jexak's head. He fired, and Jexak's head rolled to the floor.

"Oh, well done, robin hood!" Jexak mocked. "Now I have to put my head back on…"

The store owner began whimpering in fear. "Z-Z-Z-ZOMBIE!" HE yelled, firing off shots madly. Jexak was surprised at the lack of accuracy as he returned his head to its place. "Just give me the Cloaks, whacko." Jexak sighed submissively. The owner quickly rushed to the back room, pulling out a ton of suits. Jexak shook his head, taking the clothing from the man. "See? Was that so hard?" Jexak left the man to his insanity, and portaled back to the castle.