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This is just a short crack fic, more of a Non-canon event based on how the hatred for an old man was instilled onto the Knights of the Round table. For those who don't know which fanfic this is based off of, it is one I uploaded not too long ago called "The Rebellious Knight and the Broken Boy." Please read it before this, but I can't stop you so if you want to see what this crack fic has to offer, go ahead.

The Knights of the Round Table Beat the Shit out of Old Man Xehanort

It was supposed to be a Regular day for Xehanort, walk along the Keyblade Graveyard, wait for the gaurdians of light to show up, make evil hand movements as if he was pretending his hand was a spider.

But, not all things go to plan, after all he suddenly finds himself in a large white room with a singular large monitor that was currently off.

He then found himself surrounded by thirteen different knights, and a mage.

"What is this!?" Asked a knight who kept their helmet on.

"I have no Idea, but who is that old man?" Asked a purple haired knight in response.

Suddenly the monitor flicked on, everyone looking at it quickly as it read "The old man is Xehanort, beat the shit out of him."

That simple message was all that was needed, the knights remembered what Ventus Happened to tell them about Xehanort, and it was enough to make them want to beat him with in an inch of his life.

"So you're the one who tortured Ven!" Yelled a certain knight who suddenly had a large broadsword.

"The one who used him to try and create a weapon!" Gawain said with a menacing smile on his face.

"What the... Who are all of you?" The old man asked as he tried again and again to summon his keyblade but to no avail. Merlin smiled as he used magic to hold Xehanort in place.

"You mess with our comrade, no, our friend, you mess with us!" Said a lance wielding Knight.

"Mercy?" Xehanort pleaded as he couldn't use his own magic, causing him fear.

"That word is no longer in our vocabulary." Said a red haired knight who didn't open his eyes.

"Do you truly think you deserve any after what you've caused?" Asked a platinum blonde knight with a metal arm.

"Knights! Let's get him!" Said what looked to be the king in charge of the knights.

Xehanort stood no chance and was promptly beaten, he was bludgeoned, pierced, and cut over and over again as he was knocked around the room like a rag doll full of broken bones. This lasted for an hour and he ended up lying on the ground with several concussions, and wounds.

"Operation: Beat the Old man; Complete. Have a nice day." The monitor said before everyone disappeared.

Xehanort ended up being transported into the keyblade graveyard, right in front of the seekers of Darkness and the Guardians of light.

"...hhhh." Is all Xehanort could say as he looked like a broken mess. Everyone just stared at him, not knowing what to do.

"Ok... WHO BEAT THE SHIT OUT OF THE OLD MAN FOR US?!" Lea asked in shock.

Ventus only smiled, somehow knowing who did as he felt several arms around him, even if they weren't there.

"The Knights of the Round Table." He said with a large smile, one that was pure and happy.

"How does Ven know!?! When did he meet the fucking Knights of the round table?" Everyone aside from Aqua asked in their own thoughts.

"FUCK THIS SHIT, I'M OUT!" Vanitas said, starting to leave, only to disappear and reappear in a similar manner of Xehanort, his body completely broken.

"Hhhhhhhh." Vanitas whined in pain.

"Both of those bastards are nearly dead, HELL YEAH!" Ventus said excitedly as he began break dancing on their metaphorical graves.

"How badly did those two mess with Ven?" The Gaurdians of light asked themselves as they watched, the others of the wayfinder trio decided to join in on the dancing.

End.