Chapter 2- Flight of Darkness

Disclaimer: I don't own Mr. Roger's Neighborhood.

Sora and Ansem fastened their seatbelts as the plane jerked and pushed them into their seats. After the first rush of G-force the flight smoothed out and they took off their seatbelts.

"I guess there weren't enough seats for both of us, huh?" asked Sora.

"Yeah, but that's all right, we can have loads of fun back here."

Sora: -sigh-

"I have an idea! We can play a game of cloud spotting," suggested Ansem.

"What's that."

"What! You've never played cloud spotting. Have you been hiding under a rock your whole life."

"Possibly. . ." -shifty eyes-

"The object of the game is to pick a cloud and say what you think it looks like. You go first!"

Sora craned his neck to glance out the window at the great white behemoths passing by.

"Okay, I got one. See that one over there," he pointed out the window. "That one looks like all of my hopes and dreams being shattered because I got stuck sitting next to a guy who is thick as a sponge cake and has an insane darkness fetish."

Ansem squinted at the cloud. "Well I must be a non-believer or something because I'm not seeing it."

Sora: -sigh-

"My turn, my turn," said Ansem gleefully clapping his hands together. "Okay, see that one over there, that one kind of looks like. . ." He turned his head over, and squinted. "If you look really close, it looks like a towering pillar of darkness surrounded by doom guards brandishing swords inflamed with the powers of hell and muttering evil spells at all that pass their way."

"Actually, I thought it looked kinda like Bush's White House."

"Same thing."

"So, what have you been up to lately?" asked Sora.

"You know, same old thing, trying to take over the universe and spread my legions of heartless throughout to obliterate all life."

"Sounds interesting. How's it working out for ya'."

"So far I've been totally unsuccessful. I know that you're the one that keeps locking all the worlds off from my grasp and defeating my minions and all, but ya wanna know the real why I keep losing."

"What."

It's just. . . I don't really know if I want to do this, ya know. I know it's been my life-long dream to become an evil warlord and make humankind hear my name as a symbol of tyranny and all, but it's just so. . . so. . . scary."

"Wat! Are you telling me that you're afraid of your own dark powers!"

"I can't even look in the mirror anymore."

"Come on man, get over yourself. If you're not the evil lord of the darkness, what else wold you be."

"Well, I always wanted to be an . . . children's show host."

"Are you KIDDING me. You want to abandon all of the things you've got goin' for ya, and become a wussy old guy teachin' kids how to count."

"Mr. Rogers is my idol."

"Okay, ya know what, why don't we just play a nice game to clear your head up a bit."

O. . . Okay. -stops sobbing- "How about a game of 'Guess What I'm thinking.'"

"Sure. Okay Ansem, you go first."

-lighting-

"Okay. I'm thinking of something. . . black.

"Is it darkness, said Sora, unenthusiastically.

"How'd ya guess?"

"Oh I don't know, just intuition I guess," said Sora sarcastically. "Okay, my turn. I'm thinking of something. . . jagged."

"Is it. . . a baseball."

"No. It. . . can only fit into one space."

"A rock."

"No dammit!. Last clue: It is used to open doors."

"Oh, oh, I know. Forced entry."

"No, the answer was a key."

"Oh come on. Those clues were so not descriptive enough."

-loudspeaker-"Attention, the lights will be going off shortly."