I groan as I lay sprawled on the floor.
"Help me someone, please!" I yell. A guard comes rushing along.
"What's the matter son?" he asks from outside the cell.
"Hurry," I say, in a tone oozing with excruciating pain that he quickly unlocks the cell with his key.
His key being my key to freedom.
With the speed of light I bash him into pulp and undress him. Soon enough I become Riku, the security guard. I steal the chain of keys dangling from his limp hand and just to buy me some extra time, I lock him inside. But then I realize, I've forgotten those miracle pills, so I go back inside to retrieve them.
"Thanks mate," I whisper as I exit, but I doubt he hears me, as he's unconscious.
I strut confidently down the corridor, whistling 'Amazing Grace,' and I grace myself out of the filthy prison grounds. I make my way to Sora's abode. As I walk, I search for my pill bottle among the myriad of junk stored inside the guard's (Tim's) trouser pocket. There are only two pills remaining and they're white unlike the normal pink ones. Miracle pills can never go wrong though. So trustingly, I gulp them down.
I feel a sudden surge of power. Grabbing my magic staff, I urge the shadows creeping around me to follow me on Operation Sora.
I reach his house. It's splattered with green, burgundy and violet. Sora's never had any colour sense anyway, so I shrug off the mystery of the vibrant colours.
Sora comes out of the door looking surprised. He appears wonkified, but he's always been deformed anyway. Never had any muscle, always a little shrimp.
"Hi Riku," he greets in a cheerful tone. "Why have you got a stick in your hand?"
"It's my magic staff," I reply.
"I see," he says with disbelief "Use it then."
"Kazoomaboom!" I scream. I expect his house to come crumbling down but nothing happens. Suddenly all the colours melt away from the building and it's a normal beige, brown colour.
"What's happening?" I stutter as the world spins around me and I fall to the ground.
"Help me someone, please!" I yell. A guard comes rushing along.
"What's the matter son?" he asks from outside the cell.
"Hurry," I say, in a tone oozing with excruciating pain that he quickly unlocks the cell with his key.
His key being my key to freedom.
With the speed of light I bash him into pulp and undress him. Soon enough I become Riku, the security guard. I steal the chain of keys dangling from his limp hand and just to buy me some extra time, I lock him inside. But then I realize, I've forgotten those miracle pills, so I go back inside to retrieve them.
"Thanks mate," I whisper as I exit, but I doubt he hears me, as he's unconscious.
I strut confidently down the corridor, whistling 'Amazing Grace,' and I grace myself out of the filthy prison grounds. I make my way to Sora's abode. As I walk, I search for my pill bottle among the myriad of junk stored inside the guard's (Tim's) trouser pocket. There are only two pills remaining and they're white unlike the normal pink ones. Miracle pills can never go wrong though. So trustingly, I gulp them down.
I feel a sudden surge of power. Grabbing my magic staff, I urge the shadows creeping around me to follow me on Operation Sora.
I reach his house. It's splattered with green, burgundy and violet. Sora's never had any colour sense anyway, so I shrug off the mystery of the vibrant colours.
Sora comes out of the door looking surprised. He appears wonkified, but he's always been deformed anyway. Never had any muscle, always a little shrimp.
"Hi Riku," he greets in a cheerful tone. "Why have you got a stick in your hand?"
"It's my magic staff," I reply.
"I see," he says with disbelief "Use it then."
"Kazoomaboom!" I scream. I expect his house to come crumbling down but nothing happens. Suddenly all the colours melt away from the building and it's a normal beige, brown colour.
"What's happening?" I stutter as the world spins around me and I fall to the ground.