Before long, they had at last arrived at the video game awards ceremony. But they ran into trouble with the guards at the doorway . . .

"Hey, who the heck are you supposed to be?" the first guard asked the approaching strangers.

"We just came from Disney Castle," Sora explained. "We're here to accept our award."

"Award?" the second guard pondered. "Hmm . . . Oh, I get it. You're trying to pass yourselves off as real video game characters, aren't you?"

"Sora!" Jim whispered. "You have to be careful about what you say. The people here don't believe we actually exist."

"What do you mean?"

"So," the first guard began, "you've got some nice-looking cosplay outfits, but that's not going to get you a ticket into the award show. Sorry, but you're going to have to turn around and go home, little kids."

"Who are you calling little kids!?!" Kairi burst out. "Can't you see we're teenagers!?!"

"Oh, sorry," the guard apologized. "Wait . . . I shouldn't be saying that! You guys all need to get out of here, children or not! No tickets, no admission."

"Sora, now's the time to pull out the keyblades!" Jim asserted.

"Okay!" Sora shouted, followed by Sam, Holly, and Kairi. Yes, Kairi now has her own keyblade, remember?

They all drew their weapons and went for the guards. You can just imagine the reactions. The guards weren't expecting something like this. At first, they were thinking that the keyblades were fake cosplay weapons, but that assumption was quickly discarded. The guards reached for their handguns, but didn't have time to grab them before they were knocked from their feet and onto the ground.

"HA!" Sora grinned. "That's why you don't mess with a keyblade master, suckers!"

"Come on, Sora," Kairi said, grabbing her friend's hand. "Let's get inside."

"Urrggghhh . . ." Riku groaned, resting his hand against his aching stomach and looking extremely pale. "When will it end?"

"Well, considering how much candy you ingested," the nurse said, "it seems as though it won't end until you get the excess out."

"How do I do that?"

"Well, Mr. Riku, you can do this one of two ways. Your body will choose."

"You mean . . . ?"

"Yep."

"Oh, great . . ."

It wasn't such an easy thing to walk down an aisle with large crowds sitting on either side, watching their every move, but Sora led the way as he and his gang braved it. The show was completely stopped once enough people noticed them.

"And who do we have here?" the host greeted, his voice multiplied throughout the auditorium.

Sora left the others behind and ran up to the front. "I'm here! I'm here! I'm here!" he shouted, bouncing up and down next to the man hosting.

Kairi and the others soon joined him on the stage, staring out into the bright lights and confused faces of the crowd.

"And what are you here for?" the host asked. "Those are the best cosplay costumes I've seen in a long time."

"I'm here for the award!" Sora made known. "So . . . where is it?"

"I'm afraid that even if you are the real Sora, the award doesn't go to you. It goes to the directors and producers of the Kingdom Hearts game. Isn't that right, everyone?"

The crowd roared in approval. Sora stood motionless with a depressed look.

"But we came all this way to get it . . ." he informed.

"Sora," Jim interrupted, "what we really came for was candy. The award is the least of our worries."

"Candy?" the host said. "What do you need candy for?"

"Well, you see, Mr. Announcer Guy," Sora told him, "it's quite a long story. We don't have all that much time, and we need enough candy to fill up a throne room before it's too late."

"A throne room?"

"Yeah, at Disney Castle. We need to give it to an evil teddy bear . . ."

"He's not evil!!!" Sam yelled out.

"Yeah!" Holly agreed. "He's our king!"

Before anyone knew what was happening, Sora was in an onstage conflict with the armored keyblade masters. Kairi was watching worriedly along with the others. Clouds of dust arose and everyone listened anxiously to the fight, waiting for the outcome. When the dust cleared . . .

"How long am I going to puke up chocolate!!!???!!!" Riku shouted from his position, bent over a bucket filled with candy remains you wouldn't want to eat.

"Until you get enough out," the nurse answered. "Well, it looks like you're going to be fine, so I'll leave you to your business."

"AHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!! I'll never eat another candy bar again!!!!!!!"

. . . Sora was standing on top of a pile of armor.

"Yes, Sora!" Kairi shouted. "How'd you do that?"

Sora stood proudly and listened intently to the cheer and applause of the audience.

"It was nothing," Sora boasted, his hands placed strongly upon his hips. "They were all a bunch of weaklings anyway."

Just then, an armored glove grabbed Sora's ankle. Jim looked deeply into the eyes of his new enemy. "It's time for the keyblade war to begin," he announced.

When Jim finished, the eyes of the people in the crowd turn cold and stared at Sora menacingly. They all transformed into armored men and women like Jim and his friends, and they all carried keyblades at their sides. Even the host had changed.

"We tricked you, Sora," Sam laughed, bringing himself to his feet. "This was all a setup."

"Setup?" Kairi questioned, holding her weapon tightly. "What did you do?"

"We brought you to a unfamilar world," Jim explained. "We knew you wouldn't stand a chance against us in a world you didn't know. King Jeff the Teddy Bear values us as hunters. Our job all along was to bring all the real keyblade masters down. That means that you, Kairi, Riku, and Mickey must all be eliminated in order for us to win full control of the keyblade power."

"You evil . . ." Kairi began.

"Call us whatever you want. It doesn't matter now. You were all fooled. In a few hours, Mickey and his friends of the castle will be burned in their stuffed animal form. And your friend Riku ate the candy that our king put there especially for him. It was posioned. Riku is probably puking his guts out right now, and it won't ever stop. We finished him off too! Now, it's your turn!"

Kairi and Sora stood side by side, surrounded by and immense army of keyblade wielders.

"Sora," Kairi uttered.

"Huh?"

"If we die here, there's something I'd like for you to know."

"Same here."

"You first, Sora."

"No, you go, Kairi."

"No, you!"

"No, you!"

"Out with it, Sora!"

"There's no time!" Jim bellowed, charging at his challengers at full speed, keyblade pointed forward. "It's all over now!"