Kairi's House
Andale, Virginia
United States of America, 2002 AD
It was a cool and mild early Autumn morning in the little town of Andale and the sun was rising over a plain split-level house with a neatly mowed and well-kept lawn. This was the house of Kairi, the kind and loving girlfriend of Sora.
She had gotten up early, showered, got dressed, packed her bags, and went outside to the front lawn so she could wait for Sora and Riku to pick her up for the long drive to the Pennsylvania backwoods.
Kairi and Sora had smoothed over their little dispute from the previous day and the cute keyblade chick was going to go with Sora and Riku on a road trip to Pennsylvania so they could attend the funeral of Riku's great-uncle Vladimir and check out his mansion property known as Gamefax Abbey in the rural woods a few miles outside Monroeville. Riku missed his dear old great-uncle Vladimir greatly but at the same time, he was glad that he was finally a homeowner. Not only that, he was inheriting the property that he spent many childhood days on. Some of Riku's most cherished memories were tied to Gamefax Abbey.
But as she was standing around in the early morning light, a loud thunderous boom echoed through the streets of Kairi's neighborhood and up pulled a tricked-out DeLorean with twin trails of flame behind it. Out stepped a dude that she had the misfortune of knowing all too well, a cocky loudmouthed asshole from the year 2015 by the name of Marty McFly.
"Ugh, what the fuck is it now, McFly?"
"I just got back from seeing the newest installment in the Marvel Cinematic Universe! Avengers: Age of Ultron was awesome and I want to tell you all about it!"
"Hey McFly! I thought I told you to shut up and quit traveling back in time just to pester me! I am so sick of you Southern California Hill Valley time jockeys driving around in your DeLorean, waking me up to tell me 'How 'bout that MCU?' Well, let me tell you something! Capeshit sucks and anime rules! And you wanna know why? Because every time I watch anime I feel like I'm in the great state of New York! GO BILLS!"
"Whatever, you ignorant weeb! Now I'm off to the year 1955 so I can become my own father!" said the teenage time traveler ominously, getting back in his fancy DeLorean as he laughed evilly.
As the DeLorean drove off into the sunrise so Marty McFly could boink his future mother, presumably because he is a sick creepy bastard, a newer and much more awesome vehicle pulled up to meet Kairi.
This was Sora's car, the one that Riku tried to borrow the day before so he could rent a good video. It originally belonged to his grandfather, who won it off of Roy Cohn in a poker game way back in 1979.
And as fate would have it, Sora would win it off of his grandfather in a game of Go Fish.
Sora's car was automatic, systematic, hydromatic...why it was a bona fide pimpmobile!
It was a tricked out 1978 Lincoln Continental painted in jet black with a silver trim. The car had lots of accessories such as Super Fly headlights, a Sailor Moon hood ornament made out of solid platinum, a gold chain steering wheel, lots of anime stickers, a pair of fuzzy dice in the rear view mirror, fancy plush seats, a high tech digital sound system complete with satellite radio and a bass boost. The license plate was a custom one that read I GRIFT.
But that wasn't all!
Sora's car also had things like a bunch of Attack On Titan body pillows in the back seat so you could use the carpool lane, a bright neon green underglow, whitewall tires, silver spinner rims, awesome bouncing hydraulics, a horn that played the tune to "Dixie" and a genuine Flux Capacitor complete with the 1.21 Gigawatts of weapons-grade plutonium to make it work. Get this baby up to eighty-eight miles an hour and watch it do so some serious shit!
"Hey Kairi! It's good to see you! Normally I'd have you ride up front but is it okay if Riku rides shotgun since he did lose his uncle and all."
"Sure, no problem. You got the stereo set to our favorite radio station, right?"
"Hell yeah! Let's tune into the greatest radio station with the greatest DJ of all time!"
Turning on the radio and cranking up the volume as the trio began their trip to Gamefax Abbey, the trio were greeted by a familar voice.
"What's up, my fellow Children of the Night! This is Vincent Valentine, your one and only voice of sorrow in the Goth underground broadcasting here on the only station that matters. 107.9 WGTH FM, The Graveyard, your one and only home of dark old-school Gothic hits on the East Coast! Broadcasting all the way from Washington DC to the broody folks up in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania. It's all Goth, all the time! Because at 107.9, we've got no room for posers!"
(The Sisters of Mercy-This Corrosion)
And as the angsty wail of Gothic Rock echoed from the speakers of Sora's awesome stereo system, the three friends drove off onto the interstate highway into the western Pennsylvania back country...and to an uncertain and dark fate ahead of them...