Fate sighed, going down the steps. "Screw Tarrel, I want someone easy to fight..." She sighed again, sitting at a bar stool. "Coffee for me, please." "... Are you... Faht?" Someone asked from behind. "... Faht? That's totally off..." Fate giggled slightly, drinking some of her coffee. "Matthew LeBlanc asked us to see you. The King also wanted to see if you could help us." Someone else stated.
"Look, if you're talking about Jack, he'd never hire people to go say something without him there. Go away and let me drink my coffee." Fate stated, her head on the bar table. "Hmph! The nerve of some people..." The second person stated, sitting at a table. "Well, we shouldn't even be muddling in the world, anyways..." The first person stated, sitting across from the second person.
"For the love of god, Goofy, just say MEDDLING." The first person stated, shaking his head. "It ain't my fault, Donald! That Author person tried to rape me and I ran so fast I bit my tongue..." Goofy stated, showing his now broken in two tongue. "Besides, you need to relax! Sora, Matthew and that Daze person are checking on that Miracle feller, and they said as soon as we find Fate, just follow her!"
"Miracle?" Fate asked, turning around. She saw two animals; one was a duck with clothing that had more zipper's than she cared to count for and a dog with a funny hat. "... Excuse me? Is this coffee spiked?" Fate asked over the counter, thinking something was seriously wrong. "... Spiked? Look, we were just told to find you and look after you. Tikara already headed to the next town with TinTinFin, so we should follow them before TinTinFin jumps off a cliff or something." Donald stated, getting off of the chair.
"Well... I'm going to introduce myself the way I should. I am Fate." Fate stated, holding out her hand. "My name is Goofy, and this is Donald." Goofy stated, putting his hand on top of Fate's. "Same with me." Donald stated, also putting his hand in the circle. "I have a question, though. Do you know a guy, looks like a member of Organization XIII, but so stupid he couldn't even make a good heartless even if he tried?" Donald asked, looking confused.
"... Ohmigod, you met him already..." Fate murmured to herself, shaking her head. "That would be The Author. He writes the fanfic I'm in." "Fan...F***?" Goofy asked, looking surprised. "NO! DON'T SAY THAT!" Donald screamed, covering Goofy's mouth. Suddenly, Walt Disney rised from the grave, looking somewhat angry.
"HALT! WHO MADE YOU TWO LOOK LIKE HIPPIES!?" Walt Disney asked, an angered look in his voice. "O_o... Uh... SquareEnix." Donald replied, bowing down. "You should have seen us before we left the castle in the first game! Geez, we looked dumber then that Author person!" Goofy laughed, thinking back for a moment.
Walt Disney shot Goofy with a bolt of Lightening. "ANY OTHER INTERUPTIONS?" Walt Disney asked in a booming voice. "CAN I RAPE YOU!?" The Author asked, running into the room. "... AUGH! IT'S THAT KID AGAIN!" Walt Disney screamed, running up the stairs. "COME BACK! I WANT TO BE FRIENDS! AND THEN RAPE YOU!" The Author screamed, running after Walt Disney.
"... What the fudgey was that?" Donald asked, standing back up. "Knowing The Author, it's best not to ask..." Fate sighed, walking out the door. "The next Holiday I'm going to is St.Patrickk's day. Follow me or stay here." "We hafta follow! Matthew asked all nicely and stuff!" Goofy stated, following Fate. "Wait for me!" Donald yelled, catching up.
They walked for some time before they finally arrived at the trees. During that time, they recapped on both of their situations. "Okay, so... You're trying to destroy these Heartless creatures AND the Nobodies? ... Geesh. Just get a gun or sumthin'." Fate stated, shaking her head. "Disney won't let us. They say that small children will blame Disney for killing other people." Donald stated, showing his wand. "Now all I have is a fancy toilet cleaner. It stinks."
"Right, so Miracle is yer dad, then? Why don't you go save 'im?" Goofy asked, scratching his head. "Something in the back of my head... It tells me that he's not okay... But something else back there say's to keep going, to make him proud... I dunno." Fate replied, shaking her head. "Just doing what I feel like, I guess." "Well, that's just what Mickey tells us. Follow your heart, and everything will turn out alright." Donald stated, smiling.
"Here it is..." Fate stated, pointing at a tree. "The St.Patrick's day door. The place where The Author was born..." "I NEVER TOLD YOU TO SAY THAT!" The Author screamed, jumping out of the tree. "And besides, you're not supposed to know that! GO IN THE HOLIDAY DOOR!" "FINE! JUST GO AWAY, YOU BIG PALOOKA!" Donald called, back, hitting The Author with a Thundaga. "AUGH! MY POOR BUTT!" The Author fell over, hitting the ground with his spine. "... This isn't too pleasant..." The Author stated, not moving in the slightest.
"QUICK! GET IN THE TREE BEFORE HE REGAINS HIS STUPID!" Fate called, jumping in the tree. Donald and Goofy followed, trying to avoid stepping on The Author. "How can he rape us when his [BLEEPIS] is always being destroyed?" Donald asked, thinking out loud. "I have no idea. Personally, I think he has a stash of condoms he melds into his skin, but that's just me." Fate sighed, looking around.
"Alright, we split up. I'm going to find Tikara, and you two can ding TinTinFin." Fate stated, walking away. "Why do we have to find TinTinFin, anyways?" Goofy asked, looking around the area. "Because she's going to either cook or kill Donald, and you will either have to revive him or tell me he died." Fate smirked, walking away. "Oh, THAT'S just swell!" Donald commented, walking away. Goofy followed, slightly... VERY creeped out.
"Right, if I were Tikara, where would I be?..." Fate thought for a moment, looking around some more. "... I GOT POCKY!" "FAAAAAATE!" Tikara screamed, jumping out of Fate's hoodie. "POCKY! CHOCOLATE POCKY!" "NOT UNTIL YOU SAY PLEASE!" Fate screamed, sweating out of pure surprise that she never noticed Tikara appearing out of nowhere.
"PLEASE HAND OVER THE CHOCOLATE POCKY!" Tikara stated, crawling back into Fate's hoodie. "AUGH! THAT'S WHERE MY BODY IS! GET OUT!" Fate yelled, trying to grab Tikara. Tikara flew out, holding a box of Pocky. "YAY! POCKY!" Tikara stated, ripping open the box. She INHALED the first pack, then slowly opened the second pack.
"+_X... How in the blue bloody mary did you do that?" Fate asked, scratching her head. "Practice! I got bored waiting for you to show up!" Tikara said, chewing on the package in order to open it. "TinTinFin got bored waiting, too, so she's gathering supplies." "Supplies?" Fate asked, somewhat confused. "Yeah. She saw Donald and Goofy before we left, so she got some explosives and knife's and stuff!" Tikara stated, going all :3 on the box of Pocky.
"O_o... DONALD! STEP AWAY FROM THE POT!" Fate called out, running in a direction which I cannot currently identify. "Hold on! I almost got 'im!" TinTinFin stated, holding Donald by a rope and luring him over a pot of steaming chocolate. "Any last words, no-pants?" "Yes. May I please kill Goofy before I die?" Donald asked, looking like he has a shread of happiness in his voice.
"WAIT! STOP! HOLD IT! CAN-CAN! WHATEVER!" Fate yelled, pushing the pot away. "No killing! No cooking! No wearing pants!... Maybe you should... I just confused myself." Fate said, shaking her head. "Anyways! TinTinFin! What were you just doing to Donald!?" "Oh, I was about to deep fry him and try to cook him!" TinTinFin stated, also making a :3 face.
"How can everyone make that face except for me?" Fate thought, looking at Donald and Goofy. They both looked like :3. "Let's see..." Fate tried to smile. She did the following.
:1
:4
>_<
O_o
X_x
3_3
6_6
L_L
"ALRIGHT! NO MORE FACES!" The Author yelled, jumping off of the cliff. Suddenly, TinTinFin twitched. "AUTHOR! DIE!" She pulled out a batch of fresh cookies. "... How is that gonna hurt 'im?" Fate asked, picking up a cookie. "Watch and learn!" TinTinFin smirked, tossing the plate of cookies at The Author.
Suddenly, The Author was attacked and strangled by Average Obese Americans! "PAIN! SWEATY, MERCILESS, FATTY PAIN!" The Author cried, fqalling lifeless onto the ground. Then TinTinFin summoned a bus to Rape The Author's Nostrils. Then Tikara used her evil pencil to draw another evil pencil to draw an army of Evil Pencils to try and kill The Author.
"... I really need to pee..." Fate stated, walking towards the INN. Goofy and Donald followed, running away from all the violence they should never see again. "That was pretty f***ed-up." Goofy stated, laughing. "SHH! I don't want Walt Disney to rise from the grave again!" Donald stated, shivering slightly at the thought.
"I'm going to go drinking all night. If you want to join me, go ahead." Fate stated, walking into the bar. Donald and Goofy followed, cheerfully smelling liquor. "GEESH! Disney would NEVER allow this much liquor in any movie except Pirates of the Caribbean!" Donald stated, sitting at a stool. Fate and goofy sat next to Donald, and ordered a round of drinks.
*A few hours later*
Fate walked into an alleyway, thinking for a moment. "AUTHOR!? WHERE THE F*** ARE YA!?" Fate called out, holding out her keyblade. "YOU TOOK MY POCKY!" She slowly looked around, not thinking very hard. She heard small foot step's coming from behind, slowly sneaking up on her. She turned around instantly, seeing Tarrel.
"YOU!?" Fate screamed, jumping back. "Yeah, it's me. Who else would I be?" Tarrel smirked, walking forward. "Of course, you shouldn't worry about me 'cause I ain't armed right now." "...Un-armed? Why the hell would you be un-armed?" Fate asked, noticing that Tarrel didn't have his Soul Robber or her keyblade.
"'Cause I ain't trying to hunt today. I'm just acting as bait." Tarrel stated, pointing to Fate. " Bait?... Oh, S---" Fate began before feeling a force hit her over the head. She instantly fell unconscious, unable to even defend herself. "Well, I think you got her." Tarrel smirked, picking up the body. "Don't do anything perverted. She's for far more important then pleasure." Someone stated, smirking. "Well, I wouldn't mess with her if she didn't have a powerful weapon like another keyblade..." Tarrel remarked, taking out a small ball.
"You said this'll take me back to Halloweentown, right?" Tarrel asked, examining the round object. "That's what Sketchy told me. Not sure if it works or not." The voice replied again, shrugging. "Try it out." "Fine. I'll meet you back at Sketchy's base. Get back soon." Tarrel stated, throwing the object to the floor. He disappeared in a puff of smoke, looking rather surprised when he dissapeared.
