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Tap, Tap, Tap…
She’s been here before…
Tap, Tap, Tap…
There’s nothing here other than the illuminated stairs, spiraling down toward the abyss.
Tap, Tap, Tap…
Descending down, down… even further down, to where?
Tap, Tap, Tap…
How did she end up here? Why is she here?
She pondered for what felt like hours as she slowly continues down, each step echoing through the darkness.
The last time she’s been here was when she had her first trial to become a Keyblade Master.
Here, where one speaks to their heart.
Here, where she had lied to her heart.
What are you afraid of?
“I'm not afraid of anything, fear is for the weak,” she replied.
What do you want out of life?
“To be left alone,” she answered.
What is important to you?
“Being better than everybody else,” she said. Here, her heart felt cold and closed, just the way she wanted it.
Her younger self was ready to leave her home world and was very eager to leave her family behind. To seek out her own adventures, even to find a remote world where she could be left in peace.
That was ages ago. Did she still think like that?
‘Howdy roomie!’
She halts and looks to her right. A still portrait of a blonde haired girl appears out in the void. Smiling at her, a large smile that reaches the colored dyed tips of her hair.
Who is she?
As the image slowly ascends, she looks around to see even more still pictures. Some with her next to the mystery girl.
One where she’s avoiding said girl. Another where it looks like they’re arguing. A third where they’re fighting over a popsicle on what looks like a clock tower. And many more where she herself is touching shoulders with the girl.
Each one is different with them slowly getting closer to one another. Hugging her, holding her hand, even caressing the blonde's bloody scars on her crying face.
In the last one, it's snowing and they’re on a spiral hill, under a full moon. They’re dressed in what looks like halloween costumes.
They were both kissing each other under the moonlight.
She raises her hand to her mouth, remembering the feeling of their lips touching.
Her face goes bright red.
She calms down, faces forward and continues down the stairs.
Who is that girl…?
Tap, Tap, Tap…
Down, down she goes until she starts seeing the faint of a door towards the bottom.
As she slowly gets to the end, she stands a couple feet before the door. It's tall and wide, a black double door with a light pink marble pillar frame hugging around it. The top center of the door has a round stained glass split down, with the left side multi-colored while the right has black with shades of grey, and it has no door handles.
What are you afraid of?
“Losing her,” her heart aches as she replies.
What do you want out of life?
“To be beside her,” she woefully answers.
What is important to you?
From the very depths of her mind, she speaks the girl's name.
“Enid Sinclair,” she replies. And this time, her heart feels warm and free, as if saying her name brought it to life.
Click!
The door slowly opens outwards and light shines through the cracks, it blinds her as it fully opens. She squints her eyes and blocks most of the light with her arm.
The bright light slowly fades, she lowers her arm as she adjusts to the darkness again.
She’s now standing alone on an illuminated platform made of stained glass. She inspects it, seeing that it has Enid and her on opposite sides.
She walks towards Enid's side, appreciating how the stained glass captures her beauty.
Snore
She startles, she turns to the opposite side to where she hears the sound of snoring. Her eyes widened.
There, Enid is right there. Hunched over asleep on an obsidian throne chair far too big for her. She approaches the throne.
Alluring even in her sleep, she can’t help but smile at her.
Sleeping at a time like this?
She raises her hands and cups Enid's face. What is she gonna do with her? She slowly rubs her thumbs over Enid's cheeks. As she admires the girl's scars, she realizes that a pool of darkness is forming under the throne chair.
Alarmed, she lets go of Enid and watches as the throne chair starts to sink in.
“Enid!” Hastily she tries to get a hold of her, but even with all her strength, she can’t seem to lift Enid off the chair. As if the chair doesn’t want to let her go.
The darkness now has a hold of her too, dragging both under. She tries to break free, but the darkness keeps snaring its shadow over both of them. She grabs Enid's hand, trying desperately not to let go.
The darkness fully swallows them both.
…………..
“Enid!”
Wednesday bolts awake with her arm reaching out. Heart beating and panting, she frantically looks around.
It's morning, she's on the porch. She had fallen asleep on the outside couch waiting for Enid's return.
Wednesday was home… their home. At a beach home built for them on her home planet.
It’s been days since they both spoke to each other. Usually Enid would message her through the gummi phone while she’s out doing a quest, but she hasn’t tried to contact her, not even a post.
At first she thought that it could be a lack of service due to certain worlds. She became worried after still no word from her last night.
Enid’s mission was just a mandatory hunt of a heartless terrorizing a world out in the north quadrant of the galaxy.
Now she had a nightmare. Nightmares are most pleasant for her, but not when Enid is involved. She contemplates the dream, it felt real to her. It’s as if it was telling her that something has happened to Enid.
As she mulls over the dream, she feels it. She looks out in the distance, towards the vast ocean past the beach.
At first she thinks it's a shooting star, they would just burn up before entering the atmosphere.
But now it kept coming closer and closer.
She summons her keyblade and jumps over the porch, landing on the soft sand in a defensive pose, ready for it.
She waits as the anomaly descends and crashes onto the beach a few meters away from her. A sand cloud forms around it. She tightens her grip on her blade, preparing for anything.
The sand settles, she gasps.
There, the blade embedded in the sand is Enid's keyblade with a cracked handle.