Let's be honest, no matter how much everyone wants me to own Disney or Square Enix, it'll never happen, and believe it or not, it might be for the best that I don't own it. I would screw the company by investing everything we had into the Hot Pocket companies.

The Organization's Problems
Chapter 8

Sorry, I couldn't focus with this one for very long, so it's going to be a bit shorter. And I also had to take my time, what with having to make Hershal from scratch. But, here it is, so, enjoy.

Outside of the Castle, a large white and black gummi ship had landed just off the outskirts of the glowing blue bridge. A small teenager, maybe thirteen or fourteen by the look of him, stepped out of the ship, looking winded and nauseous.

"Oh, God," he said. "I hate vehicular transportation." He wobbled off to the side of the ship and vomited. When he had finished puking, he gathered his composure and stood looking at the castle. "Well Even, Hershal is here." Then, the boy and his green ARMY hat took off running up the bridge.

Vexen's Lab… Bum Bum Bummmmmm

Vexen was stirring a large beaker filled with an almost glowingly green substance that seemed to only get thicker and Roxas, the blonde kitten, was quietly sitting on the sanitary, silver, metallic tables, awaiting Vexen's word. When she was done stirring, the substance was about as thick as refrigerated honey.

"Alright, Roxas," Vexen said, "I think that this might be able to help you turn back." She put the beaker down, eyeing the unmoving cat.

The cat gave him the eye right back. Then he said, Are you kidding? That stuff looks like it's what keeps the fiery pit in hell nice and warm.

"Come on, Roxas, you're being ridiculous. Just try it. It'll work, I promise."

Why don't you drink it then, Captain Scientist?

"No way I'm drinking that hell fuel."

SEE! Roxas pointed out.

"Look, Rox-"

"Even!... I mean… Even's sister!" yelled a young happy voice. The boy with the ARMY hat had made it through the doors. "Where's Even?" he asked, completely clueless of the transformation.

"… I'm Even." Vexen said, giving Hershal a stare that said 'duh, moron'. "But I go by Vexen now."

"No, Even was a dude… unless… why didn't you tell me you had an operation?"

"I didn't have an operation, you moron! This is the disease I was talking about!" A moment of awkward silence filled the room until the cat talked.

Hai thar! Mah name iz Roxas, and I also have the disease!

Hershal gave Roxas a wondering eye, and then responded. "Even! Something strange is going on here. I hate to say it, but I'll have to find a cure for this cat's talking disease before I cure your transforming one. I've got to have a good top priority.

"…" Vexen gave Hershal a stare meant to say 'seriously'.

"Sorry, but it's for science, my old friend. Tell me, oh, Magical Kitten, why is it that you seek to speak?"

Yo, I'm really a human. I'm part of Vexen's Disease.

Five Seconds Later…

"Dear God! It's a magical Cat that thinks it's people! This is truly a great day for science! Tell me, what is your name?"

"Um, Hershal… Roxas is a real person. Everybody in the castle was turned into something like this. A few of us had our genders swapped, three of us were turned into children, Roxas and one other were turned into kittens, and one of us was transformed into a Moogle."

A few seconds passed until Hershal hung gis head low and said in a depressed voice, "Oh... alright. No magic cat. I guess I can deal with that." He then walked over to a corner of the lab, sit down, head on his knees, and started to whimper. What a weirdo.

After Ten Minutes Of This, Hershal Came Out Of The Corner…

"Sorry. I just always wanted a magical cat. So, all the people in this place have gone through strange transformations, eh? So… Vexen was it?"

"Yes. And I need you to help me with a cure."

"No problem, man. Let's get started. Where do you keep your powdered snake jaws?"

Roxas hopped off the counter as the two scientists began their look for strange ingrediants.

I think I'll go hang out with Xion.

In The Living Room With A Slightly Used And Uncomfortable Sofa That Possibly Is…

"Please Xion! Tell me why the son wanted all the tennis balls! I already let you watch an entire season of that God forsaken show, My Little Pony. (This isn't my opinion, I just thought that it would be funny.) Just tell me why!" It had been around six hours since Xion had told the Tennis Ball story, and in all that time, Saix had asked for the right conclusion every other minute.

"To Hell with you, oh foul TV-Turner-Offer." Xion said, pointing an accusing finger at Number 7.

"Where in the Name of God did you learn to talk like that?" Saix asked, obviously puzzled by the King's English.

"Duth it really matter-eth? Now, to Hell!"

"Hi Xion!" said the blonde kitten as he strode into the living room. He skillfully maneuvered his way onto the gray sofa, making his way to Xion's side.

"Hi Mr. Kitty." She began scratching his back, and he toppled onto his side, meanwhile, Saix had gone into a corner and started whimpering about how she wanted the end of the story. Baby.

Hey Xion, Roxas said, My name isn't Mister Kitty. The name's Roxas. Got it memorized?

"YOU SON OF A BITCH!" Screamed a red-headed fury as he swept up Roxas and began shaking him madly. "That's my catchphrase! Get your own yo-" though, he could not quite finish his threat of stolen thunder due to the large claymore now stabbed into his head.

...

"! Saix you slut! What the hell did I do?"

Saix had ruby-red circles for eyes as she replied, "Don't teach young children swears you asshole!"

"God! Saix you jus- Ow! What the hell Xion?" Xion had summoned her Kingdom Key and bashed Axel in the shin.

"You hurt Roxy. Heal!" two glowing green bells appeared over Axel, and he immediately felt better.

"Hey, thanks Xio- Oh God! What the hell did I do that time!" Xion had just slammed her keyblade into Axels crotch. Saix, meanwhile, punched him in the gut.

"I told you to shut the hell up and stop swearing!" Axel toppled onto the floor, writhing in pain from the punch to the stomach and hit to his cojones.

"OWOWOWOWOWOWOWOW! DEAR GOD, PLEASE FINISH ME OFF ALREADY! AGHHHH, THE PAIN! YOU BUT PIRATES!"

"Axel," Saix asked, "are you allergic to nuts?" She somehow kept a completely straight face while asking him this.

"No, *sniff* why?"

"'Cause if you don't shut up, I'll kick yours up into your damn throat."

"Hey guys, I'm back! The guys at the Hospital just released me a few minu- Oh God! What happened to Axel?" said the now completely healed Marluxia.

"He didn't speak kindly." Said Saix, giving Marluxia the eye. She held out her claymore. "Follow in his foot-steps, flower-boy. I dare ya."

This is getting good. said Roxas, still enjoying the fight from the comfort of the couch.

Hey guys, like I said, It's about 700 words shorter than what I'd like it to be, but whatever. Hop you enjoyed it. Oh! And in this one, I added I slight Reference to the Saturday Night Live with Bryan Cranston. If you can find it and PM me what you think it is, you rock. And if it's correct, I'll give you a Radically-Forbidden Shout-Out in the next chapter.

So until the next chapter, Read, Review, and just keep being Radical,

RFPR.