What if Sora was mad, or like Alice, or if Sora lived in a Mental Asylum idfk(teen or mature?)
Sora liked Saturdays, it was a nice day, the day where he could walk around, relax, and not have to worry about the stress of his life. The night sky was pleasant and soothing, which was quite different from the whites of Destiny Island. The air wasn't the best, and the people screaming in the alleyway didn't help, but the oversized key in his hand said otherwise.
"Mommy, it's raining, it's raining red, Mommy why are the roses broken, is it because they're red?" Sora sang in a childish voice, as he looked at the people in front of him, they had been raining red for a good minute and hadn't stopped. Sora looked outwards at the second district of Traverse Town, it was full of shops, a clock tower, and a nice fountain. This part of town was much nicer than what his previous home looked like, but he couldn't say too long.
"Now where is that nice girl with the necklace, she said she'd visit me today, and we'd have a picnic?" Sora said out loud as looked at the keyblade in his hands, It was a nice color of yellows, and slivers, with hints of blacks, but Sora liked the red he added, It made the weapon feel more like his, but he had to make it clean again, people would find him, they'd hurt him again just like daddy, and those doctors. He had to be a good boy for Mommy, it was the only way to save everyone, she told him that, as she broke him out of his room.
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Riku could only look on in fear at the sight of the messy brown hair beneath him as he stood on a rooftop. If he had known Sora was in Traverse town as well he would have planned this out better. Sora was the one person, Riku hoped wouldn't have been tossed into a populated world, he had to hurry and find the princess of this world, before Sora got to her, who knows what would happen if he found the princess?
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I am insane, but that's what I get for having Alice Madness return to the brain while reading angsty fics. This story could easily be graphic, and weird if I put more effort into the violence, but then again keeping things kind of vague keeps it more insane, and lets Sora feel more different, as keeps the damaged kid angle more real, as people could imply if he killed people or not?
This could be a crossover with Madness Returns, the insanity that could cause.
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What if Donna Beneveinto replaced Ventus in Sora's heart? ( teen)
Sora looked around the dark hallways of the old mansion, he never understood the dreams he's been having ever since he was a kid. All he knew was the woman's voice was sad and needed help, so why, why did her heart make his heart ache so much? Every Time he'd sleep he could see bits of her life, each was worse than the last, the images of her parents jumping off that waterfall, the man with the scissors in his hand stabbing them into her face. It was like her heart was pulling the strings on his, and it hurt so badly. But Sora kept smiling, he had to make her happy, as he looked at the veiled, silent woman in front of him.
She placed a cup of tea on the table and gently patted on an empty couch for him to sit on, the most Sora knew about Donna was the fact that she was very quiet, loved tea and dolls, and needed a friend. While Sora had his heart, he would never complain to Donna about it, no matter how bad the pain felt, no matter how he changed in the real world. He would always be that little kid who opened his heart to her just so she could feel loved by an actual human being again.
Sora quietly took a sip of the chamomile tea, and gently bit into a cookie, as a soft-sounding song on an old record player hummed, as his eyes grew drowsy, as the tea slowly fell, and reappeared back onto the table.
"Donna, I feel sleepy, I think I'm gonna sleep for a bit, Wake me up when you'd like a hug!" Sora whispered as he passed out on the soft red-looking couch. Donna darted over to the teen, grabbed a blanket from out of nowhere, and played it on top of him, Donna wished things were different, she wanted the pain to go away, to have a nice chat with Sora, and tell him that he was the strongest person she had ever met, tell him that he would sleep peacefully in her arms, like a little doll.
"Rest well, Sora! I'm sorry she's about to wake you up, right as you finally slept today. Tonight I'll try to keep the memories at bay.
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Yeah, this was kind of what one of the first drafts of Marionette's desires was going look like what Sora being tired shut, who couldn't sleep and had Donna's cadou in his face, and the story would have become Sora x Donna, due to magic or Donna being a teen in re8. Or the cause of the replica program, with her heart getting into one during com.
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What if Sora was based on echo?
The clock stopped ticking forever ago, Sora didn't know how long she stood in the cold, dead world, everything felt so weird inside the realm of Darkness. The trembling fear she felt was like an overwhelming cloud that hung over her, as she tried making her way through the ruins of her beloved home. She didn't want to do it, but Riku attacked her. She had to use those keys to burn her house down into an ugly black, so she could look back after that incident. But the event kept appearing in her head again like the channels of TV, it was true, ugly, and it was more than she could take, as she crawled into an abandoned store that was next to her house.
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Deep inside was the only light Sora could see in this black-and-white world, sure The multicolored error screen of a TV was a sad thing to see but it kept calling to her, inviting her into its embrace, telling her all the pain would go away, as she looked at tipped off tv, gazing at the large hole at the bottom where it looked like her head could it in. Sora quietly sat down not caring that her schoolgirl uniform would get dirty, she just wanted to know what the hell was going on again.
"Please someone tell me what to do, as the TV kept buzzing in her ear, the horrid noise whispering in her ear, telling her to put the box on her head, summon the keyblades, and fight out of this nightmare. Sora looked at the electronic, and sighed, as she stood up and grabbed the box holding it over her head, her eyes closing as the device fit perfectly on her head.
Four arms grew out of her body, fully sleeved and with pairs of gloves, the TV flickered, black and white quickly forming a sideways smile.
"In this world of black, and white, I am now colorful, and free! Now let's get out of this place." Sora said cheerfully, summoning six keyblades into her arms, the Kingdom Key, End of Pain, Oathkeeper, Oblivion, Ultima weapon, and Two become One, each keyblade fitting nicely into her arms.
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Yeah, this was an idea that I wanted to do long ago but didn't know how to start it. But the idea of Sora not escaping the night of fate despite having (Keyblades) and fighting her way out to cause chaos, feels op and better herself to find Riku and Kairi.