Chapter 1

!3-year-old Ariel woke up in the middle of the night from hearing strange noises. They were dark and creepy like little footsteps with loud squeaks at each hit in the ground. With each squeak Ariel felt the world around her stop. So he decided to get out of bed and go see for herself.

Ariel was a reddish pinkish haired girl, just like her mother. She was slim and very attractive. Her two best friends in the whole world were 14-year-old Mickey and her cat, Simba. Her dad named her cat. Ariel would have called him Donald. Her dad is always arguing with her mom and Ariel hears the most obscure names. Goofey, Gaston, Pumba!

Ariel stepped out into the sand, a flashlight in her hand. It was one of the colder nights on the island. The wind ripped her hair apart and made her shiver. Oh how she wished that she new the story of 'the night of the heartless' but no, her dad saves them for men, like Mickey. All Ariel knows is of the strange thoughts and then she is sent out of the room.

Ariel saw a distant black figure on the bit of land not connected to the island. Ariel took one more chance to shiver and than continued, but you had to go into the water to get on the island so Ariel stuck the flashlight in her mouth and lifted up her PJ's. Ariel walked into the freezing water.

Her legs grew numb and the fishes nibbled at her toes. Ariel latched on to the ladder, her flashlight still in her mouth, and climbed up. Ariel stood right in front of the strange figure, the flashlight not shining in its face. Ariel took the flashlight out of her mouth to shed light on the strange figure's face.

"AH!" as the light revealed it, there was Mickey's face. Ariel had screamed with the sudden shock. "What are you doing here?!"

"I couldn't sleep so I came here to practice my swording," It could have been true, there was a wooden sword in his hand. "Why are you here?"

"I heard squeaky footsteps."

"Well, come sit in my mid night paradise." Mickey spent a lot of time here. So, naturally, he made the old rotten tree that their parents used to sit on into a comfy, pillow-like bench fit for a king. He also had a stack of coconuts, pre picked, and sitting by a graffiti stick.

Ariel sat on the tree, and Mickey leaned against it. "Mickey, your dad is so cool! Especially his hair! My dad's hair is spikes! Why don't you do your hair like your dad's?" Mickey had very light blue hair, almost silvery. He wears it down but is cut just below his ears.

"Are you kidding? Your dad is way cooler! He has the most outrageous hair! He has the coolest stories…" Ariel cut him off.

"None of witch I am aloud to hear! Your dad tells me stories about how it is like on the villain's side!"

"Since when!"

"Since Sora was telling you stories!"

"Well, Rikkmoo, Rikka Rikkel, AH I can't say my father's name!" Ariel and Mickey started laughing, but that stopped as soon as there was a loud thump, fallowed by a loud thump again and again. Dark clouds moved over the whole island covering what was the moon light.

"Night of the heartless," whispered Mickey

"What?" Then there was a shake and Ariel fell off the tree, Mickey caught her before she fell in the water. THUMP THUMP THUMP THUMP!

To be continued in the next chapter.