"God DAMN, too many stairs..." Fate said, crawling up the stairs. "Can I have a glass of water, or some Pocky?" "We're almost there, I think. I can't tell. It seems like forever..." Sora stated, helping Fate up. "MATTHEW! Why the f*** are we even HELPING her, anyway?" Donald yelled, starting to act like a stereo-typical angered duck. He IS a duck, right? "Fate is Miracle's Daughter. Miracle put Tarrel in his last Fanfic. Tarrel is the biggest badass ever made. ANY. OTHER. QUESTIONS?" Matthew asked, pointing his Keyblade at Donald.
"... Uh... Dudes... Problem." Tarrel said, pointing at a door. "I GOT IT!" Goofy stated, running at the door with his shield in front of him. He slammed into it, and got bounced back. He started rolling down the stairs before he could get his footing. "... WOW. It sucks to be him." Donald said, running down to help him. Sora raised his keyblade to the door and opened it. "Why did Mickey force me to team up with a dog and a duck?" He thought out loud, turning around and running after Donald and Goofy.
"... Anyone else gonna follow them?" Fate asked, opening the door slowly. "... Uh... I'm not gonna follow them, but... I have something... IMPORTANT... I gotta do with... Uh... TARREL! Right, right... Tarrel! Get yer ass over here!" Matthew took him be the sleeve and disappeared through a wall. "... OH, GOD. This reminds me of that Yaoi dream The Author gave me once..." Fate shivered slightly before walking into the room.
"They aren't there?" Someone asked from behind the door. "... That's you, isn't it?" Fate asked, closing the door behind her. Daze stood in the middle of the room staring upwards at the roofless ceiling. "This is the top floor... This is where Sketchy will be, shortly... It is also where Miracle will be, in a couple moments." Daze stated, watching Fate walk up to her. "Daze... Why? Why all these... lies?" Fate asked in a low voice, pulling her hoodie over her face.
"Miracle was my father, remember? Jack and Sally might have birthed me, but Miracle was SUPPOSED to raise me. Then they found out..." Daze sighed, lowering her head slightly before raising it up again. "Sketchy, as impossible as it sounds, had a disability..." "... A what?" Fate asked, tilting her head. "Disability. Something they use as a 'polite' excuse to say you're weaker than everybody else." Daze said, looking back upwards.
"He was supposed to be killed a year ago. Miracle stopped them, telling them "I have a disability, as well. Tell me, how come you rely on me, a disabled person, to wipe your asses when you're too busy to wipe them yourselves, when you want another disabled person dead?" They held off on it, and waited..." "... Miracle... Disabled?" Fate asked, sounding a little surprised.
"Sketchy has a disability because he has a problem understanding why everything is the way it is. Aspergers Syndrome. Miracle has a disabled body, because he lost an arm." Daze said, pointing to her left arm as an example. "Surprisingly, considered you were cloned, you DON'T have a disability..." "SHUT IT." Fate stated, pulling her keyblade to Daze's head. "Why are you so obsessed with the fact that I'm a clone? Why couldn't you just not tell me!?"
"... I thought you had died... But you didn't... I didn't know what I should tell someone who's supposedly EXACTLY like me." Daze stated, pushing the keyblade away. "... That isn't it, though..." Fate stated, her face looking downward. She started crying softly, looking back up at Daze. "When you told me that... I felt CRUSHED. Like I couldn't be anybody anymore..."
"I have no room to say anything about that." Daze sighed, turning around. "I'm turning myself in. I want to go to hell before Sketchy finds me. Anything else you want to tell me before I go?" "... One... Little thing... It doesn't matter too much..." Fate said, wiping her tears away. She ran towards Daze, hugging her as soon as she could.
"I love you."
Daze could only stand, unable to speak. How could she respond to something like that? Fate let go, and Daze began to walk away into the darkness. Sora, Matthew and all the others came back unaware of what Fate just went through. They reached a door, hoping it led to Miracle. "HO! The little bastards are leaving." Sketchy appeared, mocking them. "What is WITH you people?" Tarrel asked, giving the finger at Sketchy. "We just want OUT of here!"
"Go." Fate stated, holding her keyblade in front of Tarrel. "He is gonna get his ass whooped by me! I ain't runnin'!" Tarrel stated, pushing the keyblade down. Fate whacked him backwards, and looked at them. "GO. NOW." She said again, blood trickling down the keyblade. This time, Tarrel said nothing, and followed the others up the stairs.
"Ah! You given' up?" Sketchy asked, walking over to Fate. "... Yes. You will only harm Miracle, right?" Fate asked, dropping her keyblades. "Well, everyone else is a TWIT, and he made me go through the HELL I have to put up with, so sure!" Sketchy smirked, picking up the keyblades. "Of course, now you're my hostage."
Tarrel whacked Daze upside the head. She fell to the floor. "The Keyblade." Tarrel smirked, holding out his hand. "Take 'em." Sketchy sighed, tossing him the keyblades. "Swell! Now I can kick twice the arse!" Tarrel stated, disappearing in the shadows. "Now... To wait..." Sketchy smirked, turning around to the door. Miracle slammed down the door, running in.
"SKETCHY!" He screamed, noticing Fate. "HOLD IT! This is MY room, right now." Sketchy smirked again, kicking Fate aside. "Tell me what I want to hear, and she'll live. Hopefully." "... Low." Miracle sighed, walking forward. He walked by Sketchy, and right to Fate. "... So sorry..." He sighed and stood up again. "I'm making sure someone makes SURE she's safe." Miracle snapped his fingers, and Tikara appeared. "HERE I... OMAHGAWD, FATE!?" Tikara screamed, instantly noticing Fate.
"Take care of her, please. I have to talk with Sketchy..." Miracle sighed, walking away. "Put her in a bubble so she won't get hurt." "Shouldn't you come with us to make sure she's alright!?" Tikara asked, starting to make the bubble appear. "If I don't finish this, Fate will most likely NEVER be left alone by anybody. This is more important." Miracle stated, turning around.
"... I hope you're right..." Tikara sighed sadly, disappearing.
"Where to begin..." Sketchy sighed, pushing Miracle forward. "You know where to begin, I'm sure!" "... Shut it." Miracle scowled, an angry look in his eyes. "When I tell you this, I AM going to kill you. THAT is fact." Yes, Yes. I don't really care anymore. I hate it. Just tell me the story so I have a REASON to die." Sketchy stated, grabbing two chairs from the shadows.
"... Now..." Miracle sighed, sitting down. "Where to begin..."
