EasyMac is freakin' hot. Really freakin' hot. Especially when you pull it right out of the microwave. Mhm.
Anyways, I'm sitting here bored, so I decided to go ahead and write another chapter while my ideas are fresh in my mind. So hold on tight as we delve even further into this plot…
Lovely Catastrophe
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Chapter One: Birth of the Imagi
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Somewhere far off from the other Worlds, in a dark and hollow mansion, three figures made their way through a shadowed corridor, good intentions probably not on their minds.
A scruffy voice spoke up first, breaking the silence.
"I'm not so sure we should still go on wit dis, Pike… wot if the boss don' really know wot e's doin', eh?"
There was a thud, like that of an elbow colliding with someone's ribs. A second voice spoke.
"Shut it, Frenzy. He knows exactly what he's doing. Silas is one o' them chaotic types of people. Y'know… the ones that don't exactly have their heads screwed on right, but definitely knowin' what they're doin'…"
Following the second voice, there was a sharp hiss, and two resounding slap-like noises. Then another voice spoke.
"Quiet… If Silas hears you two, it'll be bad news for all three of us. So shut up and do your jobs."
There was more grumbling, then silence ensued, save for the quiet footsteps that the trio made as they plodded down the hallway. They emerged into a white room moments later, the stark contrast of light and dark causing them to stumble and blink stupidly for a moment.
Their figures could be plainly made out now; they weren't exactly human, but they weren't much of anything else, either. Their names were Pike, Frenzy, and Raimi. Flunkies of the young Dreamweaver, Silas. They were about two feet tall, and looked almost fairy or elf-like; their ears were pointed, and faces slender like their bodies. They wore ragged clothing, which did little more than keep them covered. They also had bat-like wings, which protruded from their shoulder blades; small appendages that seemed like they were more for show rather than for flying.
Pike's skin was a dark purple, and his teeth were crooked and sharp, poking from behind his lips in a menacing fashion. His wild mane of hair was about as long as his little body, unkempt, and the color of fire. His eyes were a piercing orange, and he would have looked to be incredibly intelligent and interesting from a distance. But in reality, he was as stupid as a rock.
Frenzy was more or less the trio's pet. He did nothing much else than be uncertain about Silas's plans, and he wasn't a very good fighter. If it were possible, he was probably even dumber than Pike. He had light green skin, and a black Mohawk that ran from the widow's peak on his forehead to the middle of his back. His eyes were a dull gray, and when you looked at him, it was like looking into a cookie jar whenever you were extremely hungry. Empty.
And then there was Raimi. The brains and leader of the trio. He wasn't as stocky as Pike, or as tall as Frenzy, but had a more slender and girlish build (which caused many people to be confused as to his gender). Like Frenzy, he had jet-black hair, but his was a little longer and he kept it tied back in a small ponytail. His skin was a light blue color, and his eyes were a dark crimson red. He always wore a knowing smirk, as though he was reading a person's mind while he watched them.
They were not actually fairies at all. They were Imagi, born of Dreams. Silas had brought them to life one day while sifting through the nightmares of a teenaged girl. They had been his minions ever since, always loyal, though not always the brightest or most efficient.
And now as they stood before their master, they could not shake the sense that what he was about to do was either incredibly brilliant, or horribly impossible.
Silas, however, had a look of confidence on his face as he peered into the cylindrical bowl before him. The device was used for peering into a person's dreams and creating Imagi from those dreams. And he, being the Dreamweaver, had the power to do just that.
He was no more than a boy, barely seventeen, yet his maturity was way beyond his years. Silas knew things a mere boy would not have been expected to know. He was tall and slender, having an almost angelic appearance. His hair was snow-white and fell about his shoulders in little, perfect ringlets. His eyes were a deep amber color, and they seemed to almost be like a mirror; no one was getting in, and nothing was coming out.
The Dreamweaver sighed, and blew a small strand of hair out of his face. He was searching through the dreams and nightmares, trying to find the perfect pawns for his perfect idea.
Suddenly, he parted his slender lips and began to speak, with a voice that was as smooth and sweet as honey.
"Do you three know why you are here?" He asked, turning his amber gaze upon his minions.
They cringed slightly, not a one of them daring to speak until Raimi cleared his throat and somehow found the courage to reply.
"Because you brought us to life, sir?"
Silas sighed, giving him a somewhat mournful look.
"Aye, but that is only a half truth, my friend. You are here because I pulled you out of some young child's mind… but you do not truly live." Silas paused, seeing that his flunkies were looking a bit confused. "Let me explain. You do live, in the sense that you dwell here… in the Dream World. But you don't live like the humans whose minds you were plucked from. You have emotions, that's true. And hearts, as well. But you cannot experience life the way the humans do…
"They experience trials and suffering. You, although you may experience pain, do not go through the same thing. Therefore, you are unchanging. You do not grow old, you do not die, and you do not get stronger. You simply… ARE."
The Dreamweaver sighed once more.
"And I, even though I was born human, am no more human than you are. I have the same fate that you do, doomed for an unchanging eternity." His sad look turned into that of a malicious smirk. "That's where my plan comes in…
"A link from the World of the Imagi to the Worlds of the humans. One that we can use to go between our World and the others; one that we can use to take their lands as our own—"
"But uh, boss…" Pike interjected here, his mind a swirl with many thoughts. "What if the humans don't want to just GIVE us their Worlds?"
Silas smirked again, not looking as angelic as before.
"You forget. When certain Imagi are created under the right conditions, they can have god-like powers. We'll be unstoppable. Even if their latest hero… that key-toting little brat… even if he tried to stand in our way, he'd be crushed. Imagi aren't Heartless or Nobody. They do exist, and they do have hearts. Destroying them isn't as simple as sticking a key in a lock and turning it."
He turned back to his cylindrical dream pool. Amber eyes surveyed the magical waters within for a while, before he let out a malevolent snicker, placing his hands on the sides of the bowl and causing it to glow.
His fairy-like minions began to tremble just a bit. Surely their master was out of his mind. To take on one World would have been an easy task, but to take on and conquer all of them at once? Humans were innumerable, and the Worlds did have their King and Keyblade master to protect them. Still… Silas hadn't ever been wrong before.
The plan was sounding better and better to the three of them. A world where they would experience change… Where they wouldn't have to live in constant frilly clouds or endless darkness. Worlds that had wondrous and magical landscapes and filled with surprises as far as the eye could see. It was almost too much for them to hope for. They could live like the humans lived. Hell, they would RULE the humans.
They began to snicker amongst themselves, paying no attention to what Silas was conjuring up.
Out of the pool of magic Dream water, a figure began to rise, dripping with the fluids that the bowl contained. It was tall and muscular, human-like in build, but it had pointed cat ears that were twitching beneath the creature's long, curly black hair, trying to shake off some of the fluids. It was undeniably male, (which was discovered after the being pulled his waist free from the bowl), and every inch of his body seemed to be made of muscles hard as rock. The tips of his finger and toenails tapered off into slender claws, and he had a fuzzy, ropy black tail that swished back and forth wildly.
The cat person, upon exiting the Dream bowl, rolled to the ground beside it, coughing up some of the fluids and trying to get the rest off his body. He was feral, it seemed, as Silas tried to approach him with a large towel, and nearly got his hand bitten off by the creature's sharp white fangs. So the Dreamweaver let his new creation lie there a moment, its' slitted crimson eyes never leaving him for a second.
Silas went back to the bowl, repeating the motions that had made the bowl glow the first time, and conjured up a second creature. This time it was female, slender and lean, yet she did appear to be strong, wiry muscles taut in her limbs and torso. She had short, unkempt blonde hair that stuck out in all directions, and like the male, she too had cat-like ears and a tail.
Once the female had climbed from the bowl, she sprawled out on the floor, heaving fluids and panting heavily. Unlike the other, she let Silas approach and lay the towel over her form, but she didn't let him get any closer than that. Her eyes were crimson like the male's, and if one looked close enough, they might have thought the two were twins.
Which was exactly what they were.
The Dreamweaver approached them, his lips still curved in a smirk. "Welcome to the world of the living. You are my creations, pulled from the mind of a Dreamer, and given life by the powers within me. I have summoned you so that you might help me with a mission I am dead set on completing. I wish to take over the Worlds. To rebuild them in a fashion that they would serve the Imagi alone. But in order to do this I must eradicate the humans and other inhabitants living there already.
"I cannot do this alone. Which is why I need your help. You are strong, far stronger than I, and cunning as well, noble Imagi. Will you aide me? If you do, you will be greatly rewarded, I can assure you of that…"
The cat-beings glanced at one another, locked in an intense gaze, before the male turned to Silas, his grin much more evil than any look the Dreamweaver could have ever conjured up.
"We will do whatever you will have us to do, Master."
Silas laughed quietly. "Good… good… Then I suppose I should give you both names…" He walked over to the male, who stood as he approached, hostility subsiding to a mild sort of loyalty.
"You will be known as Aidan."
The male seemed pleased with his identity, and bowed slightly to the Dreamweaver. Silas then turned to the female, who also rose as she was approached, surveying him with a quiet kind of curiosity.
"And you… your name will be Eileen."
She nodded, no emotion apparent in her facial features or body language. The Dreamweaver motioned to his minions, who had been all but forgotten since the new Imagi were created from the bowl.
"See to it that our new friends are properly cleaned, clothed, and fed. After that, let them get some rest…"
He walked back towards the bowl, placing his hands on the edge and gazing deeply inside it. "For tomorrow… we will begin to carry out our plans…"
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Well, seeing as this chapter is a tad bit lengthy, I decided to cut it off here, and continue the part of the story with Kairi in the next chapter, which will probably be coming soon later tonight, seeing as I'm on a roll with this writing thing.
Again, reviews are love.