DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN KINGDOM HEARTS! IF I DID, WOULD I BE WRITING FANFICTION ABOUT IT?

This story consists of the charecters of me (Rose) and my sister(Her name is Brigitta, but I can tell she'd want her name to be Pursogi, or Pur for short)! Flames welcome, it doesn't bother me, HAHA!!!

Chapter 1: Extraterrestrials (is that right?)

Rose: (Sighs, drawing scribbles on a dry-erase board) I'm bored!!!

Pursogi: Me too! (pokes Rose)

Rose: (inhales too much dry-erase marker, has a coughing fit)

Rose: I'm okay. (stops her coughing fit, and looks at her lap) Where'd my board go? Where's my marker?

Pursogi: (looks around, sees an assortment of brooms, dustpans, and mops) Where are we?

Rose: In a storage closet, obviously.

Pursogi: How'd we get here?

Rose: Well, my coughing fit transported us into a new dimension, where Extraterrestrials frolic in flower- filled fields!! (A/N: Flower-filled fields. Say THAT three times fast .)

Pursogi: ... Can you reapeat that?

Rose: C'mon! We must venture beyond this...door. (puts her hand on doorknob, ready to open door)

Pursogi: (hides behind Rose)

Rose: Ready? On the count of three...

Pursogi: (nods)

Rose: 1...2...3!!!!! (turns doorknob aggressively, doorknob doesn't budge) Hey!!!!! Who locks their storage closets anyway?? Do they think people pop in from different dimensions to say hi??

Pursogi: Rosie?

Rose: Yes?

Pursogi: Shut up.

Rosie: ... Well, there's only one thing to do to get out of here!

Pursogi: What's that?

Rosie: HELP!!!!!!!!(bangs on walls)

Pursogi: (presses ear to the door contently, hears footsteps running) I think the Extraterrestrials are coming!!!

Rosie: (grabs a mop, hands Pursogi a broom)

Pursogi: (pokes broom) What do I do with this?

Rosie: WHACK 'EM WITH IT!!!

Pursogi and Rose: (Sees the doorknob turn, raises mop and broom)

Rose: Ready???

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Hahahaha! I am so cruel! Did you like it? I hope so! REVIEW!!!! PLEASE!!!!! I am new, I like reviews! (Good or bad, just knowing that someone cares is a first )