He was falling… That much he could tell. Falling through what, though? All he could remember last was being hit by a blast of darkness… His eyes widened. Everything began to come back to him: the fight, and then being hit. But for now, he realized that he had more… pressing matters to attend to.

Wait… is this… WATER!? He began to flail his arms and legs around before realizing something. Wait. I can breathe? He experimentally took in a gulp of air. I can breathe! Thank the Heavens for little miracles!

At that point he flipped over and landed feet first on what seemed to be solid ground. Except for the fact that he couldn't see any ground. Just empty darkness. Stitch wrinkled his nose. How did he ever end up here?

"Young one…" A voice echoed throughout the void.

"Huh!? Who's there!?" Stitch demanded, shivering slightly.

"Young one… be not afraid." The voice chided.

"Okay then…" Stitch cocked his head to the side. "Who are you?"

"Who I am is of no importance. What you truly are is, however."

"Meaning…?"

"You will find out in due time, child." With that, the spot Stitch was standing on began to glow, causing the experiment to jump back and cover his eyes. In a burst of light, an image appeared underneath him. He stopped and stared. It… it was of him. In the image, he was asleep on one side, below him was an image of a calm beach, and right next to him was an image of his friends… and his rivals.

Okay… if this is supposed to show those close to me, then why the heck is SLANG on here!? Stitch's thoughts were interrupted when three pedestals rose from the ground. One pedestal on the rights had a shield, the one in the middle had a sword, and one on the left had a shield.

"So much to do, yet so little time, little one." Another voice, decidedly female this time, rang out. "Come now, choose an item you wish to keep."

Stitch gingerly stepped out and grabbed the sword.

"The power of the warrior. Invincible courage. A sword of horrible destruction. Will you take this?"

The words "horrible destruction" rang through Stitch's mind like a symphony. So he responded "Yeah, sure!"

"Good. Now choose an item you wish to give up." The voice ordered.

Stitch picked up the wand.

"The power of the magician. Untapped knowledge. A wand of metaphysical force. Will you give this up?"

Me and magic… Stitch had a vision of himself shooting a fireball at Slang. "Heck, no!" He then grabbed the shield.

"The power of the guardian. Kindness to aid friends. A shield to repel all. Will you give this up?"

Stitch stopped and thought that over. If he gave up the shield, he'd give up an advantage he didn't really need in the first place.

"I'll give it up." He decided.

The shield vanished, and 3 monsters began to emerge. All three had large dripping fangs, bat wings, black bodies, and demonic red eyes.

"What. The heck. Are those!?" He gasped.

"Do not be afraid of them. They are the demons known as the 'Akuma'. You must fight them!"

One cue, one of them lunged towards Stitch, who quickly sidestepped, and grabbed the creature's leg. He then proceeded to smash it into the ground, ending its life instantly. The second one screeched before trying to jump on top of him. Stitch yawned before he suddenly pulled a back flip, causing his foot to crash into its jaw, sending it high into the air. The third tried to tackle him, but Stitch simply swiped his paw. The monster fell to the ground as a string of ribbon.

That was way too freaking easy. Stitch thought. To his surprise, the Akuma disappeared into a puff of black smoke, vanishing from existence. "What the…!?" He shrieked. His surprise doubled when a wall of light appeared before his very eyes. When it faded, a large door appeared in front of him.

Stitch gave it an inspection. It was golden colored, with several rainbow colored spirals adorning the sides. He felt tempted to open it, to see what was on the other side.

"Open the door, little one." Stitch began to slowly walk towards it. "Embrace the light found within. And remember, do not fall prey to the darkness." With that comforting thought in mind, he stood up to the door, and with both paws, he pushed it open.