It was cold. That's all that Ansem could remember waking up in a darkened alley, while inside the body of the young boy he had captured so long ago. Riku was it? Not that it mattered. He was a mere vessel for his safe travel. Using his small boyish hands, Ansem pressed his body upward and sat up. He looked around at the darkness surrounding him. Nothing out of the ordinary. It smelled like popcorn and coffee beans, with an added aroma of garbage. In Riku's body, Ansem walked out from the alley. He turned around to see two large glowing fluorescent signs, "The Sun Cinemas" and "The Espresso Pump." Shaking his head at the humans walking to and fro, Ansem continued down the street until he reached something that caught his eye. The Sunnydale cemetery, or one of them anyway. He walked through the black iron gates and looked around, caressing each headstone as he passed by. Heartless had been here. He could feel it.
Ansem walked over to a large mausoleum and traced the lettering with his fingers. Bixby is what it said, not that the name mattered, since the person lying inside it was probably rotting. What drew him to this particular tomb was the aura it gave off. Heartless seemed to crawl everywhere within it, yet he couldn't sense the presence of any just yet.
"Odd..." He said, scratching his head.
"No. What's odd is a little boy roaming the cemetery at night." Ansem turned around to see a blonde girl, kind of short, but older and tougher than she looked. "Don't you think, Ansem?"
"H...how do you know that name?" He said, raising an eyebrow to her.
"Oh please..." She said, walking around him and then sitting on a tombstone behind him. "You don't honestly think that I wouldn't know one of my loyal followers when I saw them?"
"I... I FOLLOW NO ONE!" He yelled out, smacking at the air with his hand.
"Oh, but you do." She got up and twirled about. "You don't really think that the Heartless was all your doing? You may never have seen me before, but I am everywhere. I am evil, pure incarnate. The First."
She watched as Ansem squirmed about feeling really unsettled. He didn't want to believe that the Heartless weren't all his.
"I made them and I opened the darkness to your heart. Sure the rest was all you, but only because I have bigger plans for here." Noticing him grow more anxious, she patted along the side of the tombstone she sat on, offering him a seat beside her. When he sat down, she comforted him with her words.
"Oh, it's okay. It was a brilliant plan. You've made me really proud."
"I...I don't know how to believe you." He looked down to her. Sighing, she got up and morphed into someone...else. Maleficent?
"Believe." She smirked.
"Yeah... yes."
Feeling a great sense of empowerment, she smirked and morphed back and forth between all Ansem's minions that had ever died in battle. Jafar, Ursula, Clayton, Hook, Sephiroth. With each word she spoke, she assumed a different form.
"Want to make me really proud?" She grinned. Ansem replied in awe with a nod of his head.
* * *
Buffy ran. She heard explosions and yelling. She wasn't going to let anyone else die. She couldn't save Cassie, She couldn't save Mom, and there were countless others she wasn't able to save, and she wasn't about to allow it to happen again. She could stop this.
She ran into the small neighborhood subdivision of Sunset Park and saw it. Three vampires, a young boy, and what looked like two demons in a brawl. The short, bird looking one raised his feathered hand and one of the vamps caught fire. Screaming and yelling, he flipped over a garbage can before turning to dust. The other two, however, weren't doing as well in battle. Not hesitating, Buffy jumped in and staked one of the vamps while kicking another in the chest.
"Hi." She said, before tumbling over and staking the other in the chest.
"I'm Buffy. And you are..." She said, stumbling to her feet. "...Donald Duck and Goofy?"
"Hey! She knew our names!" Donald quacked out.
"Garsh, but how?" Goofy followed, in rapid succession. Buffy raised her eyebrow in confusion.
"You two don't know you're major pop culture phenomenons. At least tell me why you're out here fighting demons in animal-suits instead of spandex unitards? Did I miss some new sort of superhero fashion show or something?" She said, reaching for Donald's head and pulling at the top. To her surprise, all she got was a fistful of feathers. In pain, Donald yelped and stamped and angrily prepared to shoot off a spell at her, only to have Sora's hand back him away.
"I take it you're not wearing costumes?" Buffy giggled nervously.
"Hello." The young boy said, stepping forward. "I'm Sora, and we have a lot to talk about."
