Author Note: Howdy doodles, everyone! How are you? I'm back to do another round of Family Game Night!

Before I get moving here, thanks to thisplaceilove, Fiore-the-Dragoness, Jexak, Tsuna4Cn4s and L for reviewing chapter three! Hope you'll do so again this time around!

Speaking of chapter three, it's about 2,000 words longer now in case you want to read it again; I originally intended it to be two parts, but I scrapped that idea. So yeah...

Moving on to the present, this chapter concerns Minecraft; a personal favorite of mine. To assist those who are unfamiliar with the video game, I have written this chapter in a fashion that sounds like our beloved Organization members are actually living the game, to make it read somewhat easier to those who aren't as nerdy as I. Just remember that in the story's reality they're really just pressing buttons on their computers, making a few gestures, and talking to each other and themselves. So yeah, enjoy!


Always a Blockhead, Part Uno


In a world... filled with nothing but blocks - there lurks fourteen shadows, ready for action...

"Alright, what's our goal here again?" Saïx asked as he looked about the blocky world formed around him with much disdain, really wishing he had decided to do the laundry today instead (the Dusks never do it right, they don't even press his underwear.)

"Our first step is definitely to build a house - to protect us from the elements," Axel explained as he walked over to a mound of dirt, beginning to gather it. "After that, we can start-"

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, wait a minute, there are ELEMENTS out here...?" Roxas asked fearfully. "W-What are Elements? Why do we need to be protected from them? Huh? What's wrong with these Elements? Huh? Why do we need protection?! Why Axel? WHY?!"

"Roxas!" Axel attempted to soothe the boy - who looked as if he was about to go into cardiac arrest - by patting him reassuringly on the shoulder. "Stop fussing! When I said 'the elements' it was just a figure of speech! I didn't mean anything by it! Don't worry, no 'Elements' are coming to get you; I promise."

"Oh... phew..." Roxas looked quite relieved. He wiped a bead of sweat from his forehead and let out a breath he'd been holding.

"...Says the Element..." Larxene said in passing, at a level just audible enough so Roxas could understand. Number XIII paled in response.

"C-Can I have my own bedroom Saïx?" He asked nervously, walking a few feet from where the big concentration of the group stood talking to find the Luna Diviner sitting alone and very bored on a pig.

"Why are you asking me of all people?" Number VII snapped at Roxas in response to the query. "I don't want to be here, and have absolutely no idea as to what we're doing! I could have gotten the laundry done today! (The Dusks never do it right, they don't even press his underwear.) Perhaps I could have organized my file cabinet too! I'm probably going to end up missing my culinary class! I-" Saïx had wanted to gripe and rant and yell some more, but his pig began to walk away from Roxas, inadvertently taking Number VII with him. "Hey, you stupid animal! Get back over there!" Saïx attempted to direct the pig, but it ignored him. "I have more to say to him! Hey! HEY! How do you dismount from this thing?! Hey!"

"Dude... what's he doing...?" Xigbar asked as he watched a screeching Saïx unwillingly ride the pig into a nearby lake, where they both began to sink.

"AGHHH!" Number VII yelled as the pig dived down. "Blub... blub blub..."

"He doesn't know how to dismount..." Roxas explained to Number II.

"Oh... did you tell him how?"

Roxas shook his head.

"Oh... Why not dude?"

"Because I don't know how to do it either..."

"Oh..."

"I could ask Axel..."

"Yeah?"

"Oh wait, I can't... As I just found out that he's an Element..."

"Oh..."

"I could ask Zexion..."

"Yeah?"

"But he's mean..."

"Oh..."

Er, anyway, back with our more so intellectual characters, Xemnas was complaining very earnestly about the 'style' Axel had picked for their shelter; as it didn't really suit his taste for grandeur at all.

"You want to build up from the ground a house of dirt?" Xemnas asked with horror as he watched Axel make a small square as a basis for their soon-to-be home. "Really? A home of dirt? Are you quite certain that this is not a jest?"

"Yeah, what's the problem?" Number VIII asked curiously as he began building up the left wall.

"It's unhygienic! That's the problem! Open your eyes, Number VIII! We'll be sure to catch all kinds of diseases whilst living among the worms of the dirt!"

"Oh please Xemnas," Zexion began to gather wood from the trees in order to make a table they would use for crafting purposes, "it's only a temporary shelter to last us a few days; we'll move on to bigger and better things eventually. Once we get a few Diamonds under our belts, it'll only be a matter of time before you can have a castle all your own."

"I don't care," Xemnas replied snootily, turning away from the other thirteen members of Organization XIII. Unlike you all, I happen to have what is referred to as dignity; and if you won't build me a nice house in which to reside, I'll go and live without your presence." He proceeded to walk away from the others.

"We've only just started! You're not seriously quiting are you?"

"On the contrary!" Xemnas turned to face Axel again. I'll do as I said I would; making a living on my own!"

"You'll never make it out there on your own Xemnas!" Axel warned him. "Not with your lack of Survival knowledge!"

"Yeah!" Demyx seconded. "And since Axel told me we're playing Hardcore Mode, you can never come back! You'll be lost forever!"

"Oh please," Zexion snorted, "let him go; by nightfall he'll be crawling back to us, begging for food and shelter." His faced darkened and he sneered. "But we won't give it..."

"You know, I really worry about you Zexion, as you have become a lot more villainous and dark since we've started playing these games..." Lexaeus stared at Number VI queerly. "I've heard that video games can have violent personality deficiency side-effects, but your condition seems quite extreme..."

"I don't have a condition," Zexion waved him off with a roll of his eyes, "you're just paranoid and obsessed with disease."

"You have too changed," Lexaeus insisted, looking sternly at his colleague.

"I have not."

"You have too."

"Have not."

"Have too."

"Have not."

"Have too."

"Have not."

"Have t-"

"ARRGHHH! SHUT UP AND STOP ARGUING WITH ME OR I'LL SLIT YOUR THROAT!" Zexion screamed, his eyes glowing blood red and his teeth instantly growing sharper, looking as if a crazed fan-girl had just turned him into one of those cliché vampire characters.

"See what I mean?" Lexaeus asked as he poked a tooth of Zexion's.

"Ow! That hurt!" Zexion recoiled and rubbed his mouth - his strange new image for some reason dissolving and returning him to normal.

"Admit it, you've gotten quite evil."

"Alright, alright - so I'm a little meaner. It's probably just stress."

"That's a lot of stress..."

"Back to what we were talking about," Axel broke in in an annoyed tone, "Xemnas, don't go; we all want you to stay!"

"That's alright, Number VIII," Xemnas replied, looking dramatically towards the mountains, "I feel as if I'm being pulled toward the mountain range actually; I'm certain that there is something important for me to do there... And I must find out what it is!"

"You won't survive..." Demyx reminded him.

"You underestimate me, Number IX!" Xemnas shot back. "Nothing shall ever overcome the great, obviously superior Number I of the brilliant group that is Organization XIII! Nothing! Conquest is his mission; and that mission shall be completed!"

"Well, if you absolutely have to go," Axel began, "you had probably better head towards the ocean instead of the mountains," Number VIII gestured toward the seaside just visible in the distance. "There are fewer monsters out there - it'll be an easier living."

"Hah! I fear not these 'monsters' you speak of!" Xemnas heroically began to strut up the mountain, with total disregard for the warnings sent him. "The word 'easy' exists not in my vocabulary to boot! Take the road far less traveled I say! Nothing shall stand in the way of my quest for mastery of the world!"

"...Hey, 'Master of the World'," Xaldin tossed a Wooden Sword to Xemnas, "you'll at least need a weapon if you insist on exploring the mountains; however fragile."

"I need not your pity!" Xemnas stated angrily as he tossed the sword back to Number III. "Nor any sort of charity! I am invincible! I am not by nature able to be bested! I dare these monsters who you insist haunt this land to come and attack me!"

"I wouldn't do that if I were you..." Xaldin stated blandly. "They might just take you up on that..."

"Quiet, Number III!" Xemnas snarled.

"You sure you want to go?" Axel asked.

"Quite sure. Good day, Organization XIII." Xemnas began to hop up the mountain, leaving his companions far behind. "Perhaps one day... we'll meet again."

"Drama Queen..." Zexion rolled his eyes as Number I slowly and heroically strode up the mountain.

"You know his going means there's one less farmhand..." Luxord sighed as he hacked at the ground with his hoe, searching for seeds.

"Hey, make sure you put the garden next to the house dear," Marluxia poked his head out the window as he put the beef Larxene had gathered into the oven with a few logs. "After all, I don't want have to go so far as that hill whenever I need to water my tomatoes."

"We're not growing tomatoes," Luxord called to him, "we're growing wheat!"

"Oh... Well I still want it near the house."

"Fine Marluxia - I'll put it near the house." Luxord reassured XI.

"Thank you dear." Marluxia pulled his head back into the house. "Hey, Axel - sweetie - would you mind finishing the roof? I'm catching a cold in this draft!" Marluxia pointed at the rather large "skylight" above him.

"We don't need a roof yet..." Zexion told Marluxia, as he placed a wooden chest next to the oven, "the night won't be coming for awhile - we still have plenty of time. Besides, we don't have torches yet, there'd only be light from the grates in the door."

"But I want a roof!"

"Don't worry Marluxia," Axel reassured him, "I'm getting to it - I just want to finish this pick." Number VIII currently stood at the Crafting Table by the little dirt hut's front door, making... something...

"What is it? What are you making?" Xion asked as she watched Axel craft.

"I told you, a pick - a Stone Pick" After he had finished, Axel tossed the newly made object to Vexen, who stood nearby the house's front wall studying a cow with intense interest. "Here Vexen. Now you take that, and the shovel you made, and begin digging down into the hill. If you find us some Iron, I'll make you an Iron Pick, and then you can mine that Redstone you've been wanting to make inventions with."

Number IV must've been pleased, as he did that evil scientist grin as he looked at his new tool. "Good, after I obtain this 'Redstone' material you told me of, I'll be able to create a few crude models of some inventions I've been confused as how to make in the real world." Number IV went behind the house toward the hillside and began to dig into the ground, searching for Iron that would make his day.

"Those must be some pretty complicated inventions he plans to make..." Xaldin noted as he watched Vexen begin the process of mining. "As they would have to be more complex than a living, breathing Nobody crafted from primarily memories..." He looked curiously at Xion.

"...What?"


Meanwhile, the lovely, arrogant, dramatic, (we could go on,) villain who went by the name of Xemnas was somewhat less well off than the rest of the crew; his former Superior bravado from earlier had pretty much dissipated as he found himself hungry, miserable, and very, very lost in the great snowy mountain range.

"Perhaps I should have taken some food..." Xemnas said to himself, frowning deeply as he crossed over a frozen pond. "I wonder if there are any fruits lying among those trees..." He looked at all the plants growing at edge of a ridge above him hungrily.

After he had climbed up to where the trees sat, Number I smacked at one of the plants experimentally, checking to see if any goodies would drop down. And to his surprise and utter glee, some did.

"Goodness gracious!" he shouted happily as a bright red apple fell to ground before him. "What luck!" Xemnas devoured the newfound fruit heartily, his endurance returning. But being the greedy and lustful fellow Number I was, one measly apple was not enough at all to satisfy; so he swatted some more at the leaves of the tree, in search of more food. To his dismay, none appeared.

"Hmm..." Xemnas pondered a bit, wondering what the trick was to making those apples pop out. "Maybe it has to be the top branches or something... The first one I got came from a top branch..."

So Number I began to dig a bit at the dirt below him, collecting a couple pieces so that he could build a little stepladder up to the treetops where he could conveniently search for his coveted fruit.

"This should be enough," he said in a satisfactory manner when he had collected about ten bits of the stuff. He then walked on over to the nearest tree, and placed his dirt blocks in the proper succession for a staircase, adding one level every other placement. In a few brief moments, Xemnas was now standing on the tree's trunk.

"Perfect!" He stated happily, triumphantly placing his hands on his hips. "Now I can start searching for those apples..."

So Xemnas smashed up the leaves of his tree with zeal, stripping it down to the bare wood and eagerly collecting all the apples it dropped.

"Ghahaha! Apples! Apples! All mine! All mine!" Xemnas was now gleeful to an evil extent. "But why stop at one tree and six apples?" He gestured around himself. "Look at all trees here! Imagine all the apples! I'll strip them all! Ahahaha! Kill the trees! Kill the trees! Ghahahaha!"


"...Why do I feel this sudden strange urge to kill Xemnas...?" Xion asked Axel out of the blue.

Despite having had similar sentiments on more than one occasion, Number VIII was still quite taken aback. "I... don't really know..." he replied awkwardly, discreetly taking just a few steps back from his colleague.

"Is she going on some Environmentalism tangent again?" Zexion asked as he threw Marluxia some beef to fry up. "Because it's going to be night very soon and you guys were working I thought."

"Hey, what's wrong with caring about the enviromen- WAIT A MINUTE, WHERE DID YOU GET THAT?!" Xion screamed as she saw Zexion pass the meat. "WAS THAT BEEF?!"

"Yeah..." Zexion answered, furrowing his brow at her rather extreme reaction.

"WE'RE YOU JUST OUT KILLING COWS?!" Xion asked, wide-eyed.

"Yes, I was..."

"WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU?! THERE'S ALL THAT BREAD IN THE CHEST!"

"Relax Xion," Number VI replied, "it's not I'm killing any real animals; so just chill."

"I HAVE TO GO MAKE A GRAVE!" Xion snatched the roasting meat from the oven and bolted immediately from the house.

"What a freak..." Zexion murmured.

"Hey, anybody here see Saïx as of late?" Luxord asked, poking his head in the door. "I can't seem to find the chap."

"I haven't seen him," Axel shrugged his shoulders, "either of you guys seen him?" He turned to look at Roxas and Xigbar, who were sitting in the corner doing... nothing, yet looking quite guilty.

For some reason the two began sweating.

"Uhhh... No...? Uh, no! Nope." Roxas vigorously shook his head.

"I didn't see him either dude, uh-uh." Xigbar followed his example.

Then seemingly spontaneously, both Nobodies realized at the exact same moment that they each had something very, very important to do that they had forgotten, and quickly ran on out of the house.

"We'll be back in a bit!" Roxas explained as he and Xigbar darted away, shutting the house's door behind them. "Just have a few things to do!"

"Yeah dudes - things to do! Be back real soon!"

"Hey, be careful out there dears!" Marluxia called after them, "nighttime is coming, and you don't want to get lost! Meanwhile I'll keep your supper nice and hot for you!"

"This whole house thing is bringing out a motherly side to that man that is really freaking me out..." Axel looked bewilderedly toward Marluxia as XI pulled his eighth loaf of bread that day out of the oven.

"We could kill him..." Zexion suggested.

"That better had been a tongue-in-cheek statement..."

"Whatever..."


TO BE CONTINUED

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IN YOUR NIGHTMARES


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