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Mentality at its Worst: Michael's having it rough, it get easier for him either.

Chapter plot by: Michael, Mark, and Matt Fri.

Written by: Michael Fri

Edited by: ShadowFox123


Chapter 7: Deep Anxiety

Gummi Ship

Michael's POV

No… not this dream…

"Michael… Michael, what happened?"

Please not this dream…

"Why? Why can't I be happy?"

I don't want to… I don't want to see it again!

"Michael! Michael, what have you done?!"

I'm sorry… please, please god, please forgive me…

"Michael! Michael!"

Just leave me alone…

"Michael! Michael!"


"Leave me alone!!!!"

I woke up from my nightmare in a cold sweat and panting heavily, I try to catch my breath as I settle down from the initial fear. This has only been the first of several nightmares I've been having ever since I left Traverse Town, it was getting to the point where I am afraid of even closing my eyes. I swung my legs over the covers and sat up, burying my head in my hands, trying to force back tears. I glanced at the clock and did a mental check to guess how long it has been since I left Olympus; two hours, at least, maybe more.

Then I received a little jolt when someone knocked at my door, I walked over and pulled the door open to reveal Sora. He regarded my look of panic, and he frowned.

"Hey are you ok?" He asked me, I nodded automatically, which only caused him to frown even more.

"I'm all right, ok, Sora?" I reassured, but he seemed to have ignored me.

"Donald inserted the Gummi into the computer, he says we're getting closer to the destination and told me to get you," Sora explained, "Get your shirt and meet us at the cockpit."

I nodded and shut the door after that, swiftly walking over to the chair and slipping on my shirt and jacket. I reopened the door and walked down the metal hallway towards the cockpit. When I made it to the cockpit, I noticed Mark and Matt were already there, and Donald was steadily guiding the ship towards a greenish dot ahead of us.

"Hey, look at that planet," Sora pointed, "We should check it out."

"What?" Donald scoffed, "This backwater planet? No thanks, we're skipping it."

"But Riku and Kairi could be there!" Sora protested.

"Donald," I interrupted, "I think we should check it out. We never know, maybe the King—,"

"No!" Donald snapped, and it looked like Sora was about to walk over and take over the ship himself.

Ironically, that's what he did.

"Give me the controls, I'll land it myself!" Sora yelled, trying to snatch the controls from Donald.

"H-Hey! No!" Donald yelped, trying to take them back.

The ship began to swerve dangerously as the two of them fought for control, but as they battled, the ship began to head for the planet Donald wanted to avoid.

"We're going to crash!" Goofy shouted, and he was right; the ship had jerked powerfully enough to send me right towards the ship's exit.

I didn't crash through the door, but then I saw Mark and Matt flying right towards me. By the looks of things, they must have been flung out of their seats.

"Oh, not good!" I yelled as my two younger brothers crashed right into me, they landed with a thud, but the door didn't swing open.

"Whew, that was close," I half groaned, but just as I said that, the three of us saw Sora, Donald, and Goofy fall towards us, they, too, must have slipped out of their seats.

"Oh no," Mark gasped, and then the three of us turned toward the porthole in the door and began to scream.

Then the other three slammed into the three of us, and the weight and pressure we created swung open the ship's doors. I fell out of the ship, and the first thing I saw was blue sky… followed by a sea of green right below me! I realized that it must have been the jungle that I was falling towards; I was starting to realize why the world was called Deep Jungle.

"Not againnnnnnnnn!" I heard Matt yell, as I saw him speed towards a brown dot that I was heading towards. I then remembered the one time I 'accidentally' pushed him down the rabbit hole back in Wonderland, causing me to chuckle a bit at the memory, but then panic decided to make itself known again, and I began yelling the whole way down.


Deep Jungle

Matt's POV.

"Not againnnnnnnnn!" I yelled as I fell through the air, remembering the time when Michael shoved me down the rabbit hole in Wonderland.

I tilted my head to see a small brown dot below me, as I continued to fall I saw that it was a giant tree house. At first I thought that a giant tree house would be very cool, but then I realized a very key thing: I WAS FALLING RIGHT TOWARDS IT! Sure enough, I slammed right on the roof with a bang; it felt like I had been punched in the back. How I was alive, I'll never know, maybe the Keyblade lets me not get hurt so easily. But all of that washed away when I saw Michael and Mark, right above my head! The two of them landed right on top of me and I felt like part of a ham sandwich; the bottom slice of bread, to be exact.

"Wow, thanks for breaking our fall," Michael sighed.

"….No problem," I groaned, tilting my head a bit to look around, "Hey, this looks like the tree house where Sora… uh oh."

The three of us looked above us and saw a distinct red shape fall towards us.

Right then and there, the three of us said the exact same word, "No…"

Now let's say you were a tourist and you saw this tree house from the distance, you would see a strange pile of colors on the rooftop and then out of nowhere a red shape would slam on the pile and cause the roof to break.

If you waited five more minutes, you would have heard someone moan, "Owwww."

Then you would hear a crumbling noise, followed by something falling over and ending with it crashing on the ground, and then you would have heard that same someone yelling, "OWWWW!"

Yeah, that was me, yelling about the splinter on my finger. I whimpered slightly as I pulled it out and looked at a pile of suitcases that fell over, but then I realized that the fact that there were suitcases in this tree house was odd alone. I looked around and saw the room had a bunch of them, there were white sheets over the suitcases and due to the dust I would say no one touched it for a long time. I saw Mark helping Sora up and Michael brushing dust off his pants, and then we heard it, the creaking noise proved it: something else was in this house.

"Donald? Goofy?" Sora called out, hoping that the duck and the dog would come out any minute.

"Not Donald and Goofy," Mark whispered, summoning his Keyblade and holding it in front of him.

Then we heard a loud roar, followed by a yellowish shape leaping from the rafters and slamming into Mark, knocking him backwards. I jumped back slightly and got a look at the yellowish shape, only to feel sick; it was a leopard, a leopard named Sabor. I summoned my Keyblade too, but I didn't get the chance to attack because in a blur of yellow I was knocked away and landed on the floor. Sabor stood above me, his teeth bared and giving me a load of his nasty breath.

"Matt!" Sora yelled, "Get away from him!"

Suddenly Sabor was knocked away from me, I lifted my head and couldn't believe my eyes; Sora was moving across the field with an inhuman speed that it was almost hard to tell it was him, his Keyblade struck Sabor as he sped pass him.

That... That was Sonic Blade! I thought; seeing something on TV and seeing it preformed in real life really are two different things; the real Sonic Blade technique had left me in absolute awe

Sora slowed down and he became more visible, Sabor had fallen on his side and wasn't moving. Sora slowly walked over to the fallen leopard, I breathed a sigh of relief and was about to get up when I had a sense of déjà vu, I looked back at the Leopard and stared at it a bit when I saw his tail twitch, and then I remembered what was about to happen.

"Sora! No!" Michael shouted, apparently he remembered too.

But it was too late, Sabor had struck, slammed into Sora, and sent him to the ground. I began to charge up a magic spell to attack Sabor, but he was already charging right towards Sora, his fangs bared. Sora raised his Keyblade to defend against the attack. Then salvation came; right before Sabor could get close to Sora someone stopped the attack, he dropped from the ceiling and raised a spear and blocked Sabor's attack. At first I thought a naked man saved him, but then I saw the brown burlap clothing around his waist and sighed in relief (What? I don't want to see a full grown naked man!), but then I gasped, because I knew this guy, his name was Tarzan! Tarzan had saved Sora!

Tarzan pushed Sabor away from Sora and held his spear out at him, Sabor growled at him and then he turned around and jumped out of the window. Tarzan ran towards the window and looked out of it, but he didn't exactly run on two legs, he ran on all fours like a gorilla would, makes sense he was raised by gorillas.

"Sabor, danger," Tarzan grunted, his voice indicated that he wasn't fluent in the English language.

"What is this place?" Sora asked, looking outside the window, I went over to the window too and saw the vast jungle below the treehouse.

"This place, this place," Tarzan repeated, causing Sora to raise his eyebrow.

"Ok," Sora said slowly, "Have you seen my friends?"

Tarzan made a befuddled noise; he tilted his head and gazed at Sora curiously.

"I don't think he understood," I noticed, "Try again Sora."

"Friiiennnndssss," Sora repeated slowly, this time Tarzan seemed to understand and he nodded his head.

"Great!" Sora smiled, "The loud one is Donald, and the other—,"

Suddenly Sora just stopped, he stopped where he was mid-sentence and Tarzan waited patiently for him to continue.

"You know what?" Sora sighed, "Never mind, I'm looking for my friends; Riku and Kairi."

"Riku, friend?" Tarzan asked.

"Yeah," Sora nodded.

But as Sora nodded I saw something that made my jaw drop, well, actually it's more like someone. Kairi stood right behind Tarzan, looking straight at Sora. I almost called out her name, but then I remembered that she was only an image and not the real Kairi.

"Kairi, friend?" Tarzan asked.

"Um… yeah, friend," Sora answered distractedly, Kairi turned and walked off, disappearing into thin air.

I stood their dumbfounded, I could understand why Sora could see her, but why us? Kairi said we were different, but how? And why? So many questions entered my head, before I knew it; I almost missed half of the conversation.

"Me Tarzan," Tarzan pointed at himself, "Tarzan go."

"Me Sora," Sora answered, apparently trying out how Tarzan speaks, "That Matt, Michael, and Mark. Tarzan go, we go go!"

Tarzan nodded and walked on all fours out of the tree house, Sora walked after him and the three of us just realized how odd it really was hearing Tarzan refer to himself in third person. Michael just shrugged and followed Sora out of the tree house, Mark and I following behind them.


Tarzan had led us out of the tree house and down a small path that led to a heavily forested area; he walked over to a giant hollow log and pointed at it.

"Tarzan slide on log, Sora and friends follow," Tarzan nodded and then he leaped in the hollow log.

"Huh, what are the chances of following?" I heard Mark mutter, and then he stated, "I'm not going down there!"

Sora grinned evilly, and then he slowly edged over to Mark, putting an arm on my brother's shoulder. "Gee, Mark, that's too bad… for you!"

Without warning Sora shoved Mark down the hollow log. Mark's distinct yelling was heard, followed by thud, and more yelling.

"Cool!" I yelled, and then I dived down after him.

The log got pretty dark for awhile until I saw a light at the bottom of the tunnel, then I landed on a large tree branch and began to slide down. I almost fell off trying to balance on the large branch; finally I slanted my feet like a skateboarder would and slightly leaned forward. I looked behind me and saw Michael and Sora slide after me, I grinned and looked forward, and came face to face with a yelling Mark.

"Oh no," I gasped, and then I collided with Mark.

The two of us began to roll on the log, our backs hitting the bark of the large branch. Then I heard Michael and Sora yell, then I felt two more bodies collide with Mark and I, and it was then I realized that the four us are now rolling down the tree branch. The four of us, yelling and screaming as we rolled on the log, are now wishing that we just simply walked. Finally we came to a stop just before we fell off the ledge of the branch. We all breathed a sigh of relief, but luck seems to hate me, because then I heard a distinct sound or a tree branch snapping.

I turned to Mark and said, "I hate you."

"I hate Deep Jungle," Michael counters.

"I hate my life," Mark sighed.

"I hate pain!" Sora yelled as the tree branch snapped and the four of us tumbled down.


I landed on the ground with a hard thud, and to make matters worse; Michael just happened to land on top of me. I groaned in pain and I saw Mark and Sora landed on the ground too, Michael got up and I slowly stood too. What is it with me and getting pummeled today huh?! Does karma hate me?! Does the world hate me?! …Does Chuck Norris hate me? I don't know! I brushed the dust off my pants and helped Sora on his feet.

"That hurt," I sighed, until I saw where we were, "Whoa…"

We seemed to have fell in a camp of sorts, there were miles of suitcases stacked on top of each other and they were all tied down to the ground, probably to keep them together. There was a small table set out and small cooking stove, you know the kind that you have to light a fire in them in order to cook? There was one tent set up and I saw Tarzan walk inside, I pointed to the tent and the four of us followed him inside the tent. We entered the tent and saw a woman with long brown hair, a red skirt that went to her ankles, a white top of sorts (didn't even think they had tops in this world), I knew who her name was, but Tarzan beat me to it.

"Jane," He grunted, catching Jane's attention.

"Tarzan, you're—oh!" She gasped, noticing the four of us behind him.

"And who are you four?" Jane asked slowly, like she was talking to preschoolers.

"Um, hi there," Sora waved, causing Jane to gasp.

"Oh, you speak English," Jane noted, before sighing, "Then you must not be related to Tarzan… we can barely get a word out of him."

"Well, that, and we are wearing more than our underwear," I stated, and then I felt the familiar sensation of two hands slapping the back of my head.

"Are you all looking for Gorillas too?" Jane asked which caused Sora to frown.

However, he was saved the trouble of answering when someone answered for him, "Hardly."

I turned to the tent entrance just as someone was coming in, he wore a light yellow suit with brown traveling pants, his hair was black and slicked back, but it was receding from the front and it was also graying in some places, oh and to top it off he had a thin mustache giving him the look of a proper Englishman. However my attention was divided when two more people also entered the tent, both I immediately recognized; Donald and Goofy of course.

"Sora!" Donald cheered.

"Donald! Goofy!" Sora smiled running up to hug them, when all of a sudden the both of them stopped, turned their backs to each other and frowned.

"Looks like they're not exactly on friendly terms yet," Michael shook his head, walking up to greet Goofy.

"I found those two in the jungle, not any use for hunting Gorillas," The man frowned, walking out of the tent.

"Mr. Clayton," Jane huffed, "We're not hunting them, we're studying them; this is research."

However it seemed Clayton didn't hear Jane's protest; she sighed and turned back to us with a warm smile.

"Well, do make yourselves at home," Jane smiled, walking over to a film projector in the middle of the tent.

"Well…" Sora and Donald huffed, "I'm staying!"

"Huh?!" Sora yelped, a few minutes ago Donald didn't even want to land on the planet, and now he wants to stay?

"Sora look what we found," Goofy grinned, holding out his hands, "Look at this."

The four of us looked at the green bulky object in his hand, I've only seen a few so far, but I recognized the object.

"It's a Gummi Block," I stated, Goofy nodded and Donald spoke up.

"It's the King's Gummi!" Donald stated excitedly, which caused Sora's eyes to widen up.

"It is, really?" Sora asked, "I guess we're gonna have to stay here and find the rest."

"For now," Donald huffed, Sora also glared at Donald and he turned to Jane, who was currently trying work the projector.

"Hey Jane, Tarzan told me my friends were here in this jungle," Sora stated, "Have you seen them?"

"No I haven't," Jane frowned, "And Tarzan said he did?"

"He did," Mark answered, "But he seemed… confused, as if he didn't really understand the question.

"Well, Tarzan doesn't understand English so well. We've been trying to teach him, he seems to respond well to pictures," Jane noted, placing some in the projector and switching it on, "Here, see."

A light shone from the projector and onto the tent wall, displaying a picture of a vase of flowers. Jane slid in a few more pictures and a few more rolled by, until finally it stopped on a picture that showed a large castle on a floating rock, right on the castle towers was the same symbol that was on the chest of the Heartless.

"Hey!" I yelped, "That's Hollow— eep!"

I covered my mouth before the name of the castle escaped my mouth, Michael and Mark turned toward me, giving me warning looks. I looked back at Sora and the others as they stared at me; I smiled and rubbed the back of my head, pretending to ignore the stares. Finally the projector was switched off and Sora turned to Tarzan with hopeful eyes.

"Have you seen my friends?" He asked again, hoping Tarzan would answer clearly.

Tarzan looked at Sora and shook his head, causing him to frown and sigh heavily.

"I for one haven't seen any others in the jungle," a voice called out, we looked behind us and saw that Clayton had returned.

"I wager they're with the Gorillas," Clayton continued, "But Tarzan refuses to take us there."

"Now Mr. Clayton," Jane frowned, "I'm sure Tarzan wouldn't purposely—,"

"I'll take you, to see Kerchak," Tarzan grunted, causing Jane to gasp.

"Kerchak?" Jane asked, but Clayton beat Tarzan to the answer.

"He must be their leader, perfect," Clayton grinned, "I'll go with as an escort, after all the jungle is a dangerous place."

"No thanks, Clayton," Mark snapped, "I think we can get there fine."

"But," Clayton stuttered, "There are leopards and—,"

"We have Tarzan," Michael countered, "Who lived here his entire life, and we can defend ourselves; I think we'll be just fine without you, Mr. Clayton."

Clayton seemed at loss for words, he looked as if he was slapped in the face; I could even see a tint of red on his face. Anger, perhaps?

"Looks like your offer is declined," I grinned, which caused Clayton to glare at me. "Now, why don't you go and have a nice cup of English tea?"

"Fine," Clayton huffed, storming out of the tent.

"Come on," Sora said, walking out of the tent, a few seconds later we heard him yell out in fear and ran out to him.

When we stepped outside we looked for the source of the yelling and found it, right in front of the entrance to the jungle was Sabor. It looks like he came back for more, must have been upset when Tarzan beat him.

"Sabor!" Tarzan grunted, pulling out his spear and crouching low to the ground.

"Oh great," Michael frowned, summoning his Keyblade.

"Not again! What did he do, sniff us out?!" Mark growled, also summoning his Keyblade.

"Don't you think having your tail handed to you once is enough?" I taunted Sabor, holding my Keyblade in battle position.

"Alright then!" Sora grinned, getting into battle position with Donald and Goofy, "Round 2!"

To be continued.


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