Song Drabble 15
5.1.1.(another)
What…what were these things?
Roxas regarded the white figures floating around him with suspicion and more than a little apprehension. They obviously weren't going to sit down and talk things out nicely with him, and the struggle bat in his hand had proven to be completely useless.
A sharp chink drew his attention away from the creatures and to that selfsame struggle bat. Streams of green numbers circled repeatedly around it, causing it to glow white. Another sharp chink signaled the end of the change. In his hand rested a large silver key.
He was left with no time to ponder its origins or ownership. He could only use it to defend against, and then to attack, the white creatures.