05-13-2015, 01:41 PM
Everything was black.
Just like when he had first arrived in the Omniverse, the mouse found himself engulfed in darkness. An all too familiar dread crept up his tiny spine, and he looked around cautiously, trying to see something in the shadows.
Suddenly, a few yards away, a figure moved. “Who’s there?” he called out in his squeaky register, his attention fully focused on the disturbance. Slowly, the figure emerged from the shadows, but it was not anything that he expected.
“Minnie!”
The King ran toward his wife, and wrapped her in a hug. He pulled the Queen close to him, and she let out a great sigh of relief.
“Mickey, I’ve been so worried,” she exhaled, as if she had not taken a single breath in the time that he had been gone. The shadows around them dissipated and all of a sudden, everything was familiar—the Disney Castle towered above them, their courtyard rolled out on every side. Minnie planted a kiss on the King and then embraced him again. He looked over her shoulder and saw—just a little way off, standing at the gates to the castle—Donald and Goofy, smiling broadly.
He broke the hug with Minnie and rushed toward his friends. Never in his life had he been so terribly relieved to see anyone as he was to see the three of them. “I’m so sorry, guys,” he shook his head, feeling terribly guilty for even leaving in the first place. He looked back to Minnie, who was approaching the trio. “I thought something awful was happening, so—”
“Oh, it is,” Goofy said, grabbing one of Mickey’s shoulders. The King looked up at his friend. “Something terrrrrrrrrible! Hyuck, hyuck!” Goofy erupted into his signature laughter, and Donald, his traditional scowl plastered on his face, hit him to get him to quit.
“What are ya talkin’ about?” Mickey asked, approaching Donald and Goofy. The pair slunk back, not wanting to continue explaining, so Mickey spun around to his wife. “Minnie, what do they mean?” He stepped towards her, feeling suddenly very serious.
“Mickey, darlin’, you just got home—”
Something wasn’t right. “Tell me, now, Minnie,” the King pressed, placing his hands on his wife’s shoulders rather forcefully. Minnie did not reply, but simply looked up at their castle. Mickey turned around slowly, letting his eyes follow his wife’s. Suddenly, the Disney Castle did not look at all like the one he had left—little tiny Heartless swarmed like cockroaches out of every window, and the towers erupted in flames. Some of them already had pieces missing, and the sky glowed a violent red.
And then, a single scream pierced through above all the noise.
Mickey sat straight up at the sound of Robbie shrieking, and looked over to the boy who shared the bedroom with him. He had retreated to the corner of the room, but Mickey could not tell why, until abruptly a large, orc warrior burst into the room, ripping the door off its hinges. Thinking fast, Mickey grabbed his keyblade from beside the bed and leapt at the brute, placing a kick right in his chest.
Caught slightly off-guard, the warrior stumbled backwards, surprised by the little mouse’s strength. Mickey aimed his keyblade at the creature and shot a Pearl at him, sending him reeling once again until he tripped and tumbled headfirst down the stairs.
The mouse turned back to Robbie, who still sat in a ball in the corner of his bed, tears streaming down his face. “It’ll be alright, buddy,” Mickey assured him, “Just stay here, okay? I’m gonna find your mom.” Robbie nodded, still heaving, and the keyblade master headed out of the room, grabbing his shirt and yellow shoes and pulling them on as he went to look for Berthe.
The hulking Guard-Captain was nowhere to be found in her house—the only thing in the bottom floor was the crumpled form of their attacker, thankfully knocked out cold. Outside, all heck had broken loose—random denizens of Bree battled orcs, swords clashing against axes and warhammers. The chaos overwhelmed the mouse.
“Ears!”
Berthe came running from down the street, her great big longsword stained with orcish blood. Mickey shivered a little bit once more at the sight of it. “Ears, thank God you’re alive—my boy, is he alright? The bastards drew me out into the streets before I could get to him.”
“He’s fine,” Mickey nodded, “but what the goshdarn heck is goin’ on out here?”
“It’s a raid,” Berthe glanced back out toward the combat, “Not a big party, but then, this town ain’t really prepared for much of anything.” Mickey looked around. Obviously, he shook his head, and started out toward the fray. “Where do you think you’re going, Ears?”
Mickey turned back to Berthe. “I’m gonna fix this,” he said matter-of-factly, and then without another word, turned and headed back into the fray.
Just like when he had first arrived in the Omniverse, the mouse found himself engulfed in darkness. An all too familiar dread crept up his tiny spine, and he looked around cautiously, trying to see something in the shadows.
Suddenly, a few yards away, a figure moved. “Who’s there?” he called out in his squeaky register, his attention fully focused on the disturbance. Slowly, the figure emerged from the shadows, but it was not anything that he expected.
“Minnie!”
The King ran toward his wife, and wrapped her in a hug. He pulled the Queen close to him, and she let out a great sigh of relief.
“Mickey, I’ve been so worried,” she exhaled, as if she had not taken a single breath in the time that he had been gone. The shadows around them dissipated and all of a sudden, everything was familiar—the Disney Castle towered above them, their courtyard rolled out on every side. Minnie planted a kiss on the King and then embraced him again. He looked over her shoulder and saw—just a little way off, standing at the gates to the castle—Donald and Goofy, smiling broadly.
He broke the hug with Minnie and rushed toward his friends. Never in his life had he been so terribly relieved to see anyone as he was to see the three of them. “I’m so sorry, guys,” he shook his head, feeling terribly guilty for even leaving in the first place. He looked back to Minnie, who was approaching the trio. “I thought something awful was happening, so—”
“Oh, it is,” Goofy said, grabbing one of Mickey’s shoulders. The King looked up at his friend. “Something terrrrrrrrrible! Hyuck, hyuck!” Goofy erupted into his signature laughter, and Donald, his traditional scowl plastered on his face, hit him to get him to quit.
“What are ya talkin’ about?” Mickey asked, approaching Donald and Goofy. The pair slunk back, not wanting to continue explaining, so Mickey spun around to his wife. “Minnie, what do they mean?” He stepped towards her, feeling suddenly very serious.
“Mickey, darlin’, you just got home—”
Something wasn’t right. “Tell me, now, Minnie,” the King pressed, placing his hands on his wife’s shoulders rather forcefully. Minnie did not reply, but simply looked up at their castle. Mickey turned around slowly, letting his eyes follow his wife’s. Suddenly, the Disney Castle did not look at all like the one he had left—little tiny Heartless swarmed like cockroaches out of every window, and the towers erupted in flames. Some of them already had pieces missing, and the sky glowed a violent red.
And then, a single scream pierced through above all the noise.
* * *
Mickey sat straight up at the sound of Robbie shrieking, and looked over to the boy who shared the bedroom with him. He had retreated to the corner of the room, but Mickey could not tell why, until abruptly a large, orc warrior burst into the room, ripping the door off its hinges. Thinking fast, Mickey grabbed his keyblade from beside the bed and leapt at the brute, placing a kick right in his chest.
Caught slightly off-guard, the warrior stumbled backwards, surprised by the little mouse’s strength. Mickey aimed his keyblade at the creature and shot a Pearl at him, sending him reeling once again until he tripped and tumbled headfirst down the stairs.
The mouse turned back to Robbie, who still sat in a ball in the corner of his bed, tears streaming down his face. “It’ll be alright, buddy,” Mickey assured him, “Just stay here, okay? I’m gonna find your mom.” Robbie nodded, still heaving, and the keyblade master headed out of the room, grabbing his shirt and yellow shoes and pulling them on as he went to look for Berthe.
The hulking Guard-Captain was nowhere to be found in her house—the only thing in the bottom floor was the crumpled form of their attacker, thankfully knocked out cold. Outside, all heck had broken loose—random denizens of Bree battled orcs, swords clashing against axes and warhammers. The chaos overwhelmed the mouse.
“Ears!”
Berthe came running from down the street, her great big longsword stained with orcish blood. Mickey shivered a little bit once more at the sight of it. “Ears, thank God you’re alive—my boy, is he alright? The bastards drew me out into the streets before I could get to him.”
“He’s fine,” Mickey nodded, “but what the goshdarn heck is goin’ on out here?”
“It’s a raid,” Berthe glanced back out toward the combat, “Not a big party, but then, this town ain’t really prepared for much of anything.” Mickey looked around. Obviously, he shook his head, and started out toward the fray. “Where do you think you’re going, Ears?”
Mickey turned back to Berthe. “I’m gonna fix this,” he said matter-of-factly, and then without another word, turned and headed back into the fray.
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