Time started: 6:31
Haha, I'm listening to the music from Disney's Oliver and Company right now--to be specific, the songs "Streets of Gold" and "No Worries". Not only are these two of the more catchy numbers, they're also my favorites. I remember I used to fast-foreward to everything except the scenes with Dodger in them because he was always my favorite. He's part of the reason we have a Jack Russell now also--even though ours acts more like Georgette than Dodger.
I'm in a pretty good mood right now. My grandparents had their appointment today, and thankfully they're on the right track. My grandpa just needs to keep the brace on for another six weeks and he's good, while my grandma has to keep taking it easy on her shoulder--I've been given full permission to scold her if she keeps trying to clean up the house or do dishes.
Life's pretty good. I'm glad things are getting better again.
Oh! By the way, I also did the first entry to my
I figured I might as well upload all my entries here, maybe even editing them.
Day 01 (Chapter 10; post-house, pre-drag)
Dear Journal,
Days are lazy as I float along the river. I would have written sooner, but I didn’t find something to write in/with until today.
Two days ago, I’d finally done it. I escaped Charles Mintz’s hold, escaped from that dark basement in Universal Studios. Now, as I write this even now, my wooden raft is floating down the Mississippi
It truly is a nice day. I think I’ve made good enough distance—I figure its safe enough now to nap. Good-night, Journal.
Well, I was mighty surprised when I woke up to two strange voices.
“Jim! Looky here, Jim! There a rabbit on that raft!” Says one. “De islan’ is purty flo’ed, chile,” said the other.
Well now I was curious, so I opened my eyes, and lo and behold there sits a boy and a man in a canoe, heading straight for me. “Howdy-do!” I yawned, stretching my hands high in the air. “He talked!” cried the boy. “Sure, I know lots of stuff. I can sing, and read, and write, and do math—”
“Doan’ hurt us, nao. Jus go back ter bein’ a rabbit.” The man shook, scooting to the other end of the canoe. I laughed, “There’s nothing to be afraid of, mister! I don’t bite!” How strange; it’s as though they’d never seen a cartoon character before!
I eventually managed to convince them I meant no harm, and learned that they were on the run, too. Huck—the boy—was awful crafty. He was always trying to amuse himself, trying to pull my tail when I thought he wasn’t looking. I liked Jim better—even though his accent was so thick I could barely understand him sometimes, he understood the whole ‘freedom’ thing. I knew how superstitious he was, so I tried to lay low on the Hammerspace—that is, the extendable pocket every ‘toon has behind their back—and any of the other ‘toon gags.
I figured I’d sailed down far enough—neither Huck nor Jim knew there even was a town called Universal—so I agreed to stay for dinner when they offered.
I ended up staying longer, too—quite a few days, actually. I liked living with them; days were lazy, the weather was nice, and I really felt free. But of course, Huck wouldn’t have any sort of peace in the place.
I’d come back from “nature’s call” to find Jim putting Huck in a dress. Now, where they got the dress, I was too scared to ask. All I knew was there were two things wrong with this picture: Huck’s boyish stride and the fact that they wanted me to go with.
I said I’d teach Huck how to walk like a girl instead, and then Jim put me in one of the dresses too. Ugly things; made of really coarse fabric that made my fur itch all over.
Now it’s sometime after nightfall. Jim just fell asleep, but I can’t help feeling like something’s wrong. I’m writing in this journal to pass the time, but I can’t really concentr
It's intentionally cut off, by the way. If I were allowed to make it more like a story than a journal, here is where I'd have Huck running up about how "they're after us" and so Ozzie stopps writing and helps pack up the two rafts and canoe, and they slip off along the river.
I'm pretty excied about the next entry--I'm probably going to do the background stuff to Ozzie in that one. I'll have Mickey driving Steamboat Willy, and Ozzie waves him by. It's too small for anyone other than the driver, though, so they can't hitch a ride, but Mickey will occasionally go by--hopefully in at least every other entry.
I kinda like the sort of protectiveness Oswald gets at the end there, when he's waiting for Huck. I might end up expanding on that.
It's intentionally cut off, by the way. If I were allowed to make it more like a story than a journal, here is where I'd have Huck running up about how "they're after us" and so Ozzie stopps writing and helps pack up the two rafts and canoe, and they slip off along the river.
I'm pretty excied about the next entry--I'm probably going to do the background stuff to Ozzie in that one. I'll have Mickey driving Steamboat Willy, and Ozzie waves him by. It's too small for anyone other than the driver, though, so they can't hitch a ride, but Mickey will occasionally go by--hopefully in at least every other entry.
I kinda like the sort of protectiveness Oswald gets at the end there, when he's waiting for Huck. I might end up expanding on that.
In the mean time, enjoy this little preview of the shiny new and improved ATJ; currently untitled:
Blades clashed as time sped, lives draining and blood raining down to earth.
This wasn’t happening.
He stared at me and cocked his head mockingly, waiting for my next move.
It couldn’t be happening.
The helmet fell to the ground, revealing a heartless smirk.
I took a deep breath to calm myself.
But it was gone in seconds as he suddenly appeared behind me, removing my own helmet.
The cold metal on my neck stung.
My hands bled as I wrapped them around the X-Blade
I guided his blade to my heart, keeping my eyes locked with his.
The fire didn’t die.
“What are you waiting for.”
I pressed myself closer, wincing as the metal broke through my skin.
“Erase me.”
Aanyx sped along the shadows in silence, watching her prey as they battled their way up the ever-winding staircase. “Heartless, Heartless, Heartless! Things haven’t changed a bit!” She smirked at that, glad they were appreciating her gift. “Well, it’s a good thing we’re on the job, then.”
“So the worlds aren’t at peace after all?”
Aanyx had to stifle her humorlessly bitter chuckle, scowling as she continued to effortlessly crawl along the underside of the staircase. There could not be peace until her life was restored—she’d vowed that a long time ago. She would bring him back, if she had to visit every last world to do it, she would.
Once she was confident that the trio had arrived into the magician’s room, she portaled just outside the window, swinging in and landing in a crouch as she summoned her whips. “What the—?”
“It’s a Nobody!” Donald cried, pointing at the girl’s black Organization Cloak. Aanyx snarled, “Prepare yourselves! Stand and fight!” Sora blocked her first whip with his Keyblade, but the second lashed out without time to respond. The spiked tip absorbed Donald’s attempted Thunder spell, lodging instead into the Keybearer’s calf.
Dissatisfied, she dismissed both whips in a swirl of Dark Matter, standing straight and pulling her long auburn hair out from her cloak. “You’re dead, Keybearer.” Aanyx tossed the boy a potion, “You’ve failed with flying colors. There are no do-overs in real life, boy. What would you have done if that were a real ambush?”
“That’s enough, Aanyx.” Yen Sid scolded, turning the chair back on its feet. “Sir, this is a suicide mission. I know what the Organization can do and these children are not ready for it.”
“I’m 16!” Sora shot back, but with a flick of her wrist Aanyx knocked the boy onto his back, “Age means little. I’ve been tailing you from the moment you exited the egg and not once had any of you noticed.” She shoved past them, “Not even your worthless king.”
“King Mickey’s not worthless!”
“Oh? Then why else would he send such a stubborn, airheaded, untrained little brat to do a Hero’s job? Eh? Why else would he, the supposed King of Disney Town, send a handful of idiots to their deaths?”
“You don’t know him!”
“Don’t I? I once fought side-by-side that little whelp, and no amount of defending can reverse what I’ve been through.”
As though her point needed proving the Nobody unzipped the top of her cloak, pulling her bodysuit down enough to reveal a thin black scar along where her heart should have been, “So tell me, Keybearer; do I know what I’m talking about? You’re all the same—shallow-minded and weak.”
DunDunDUUUNNNNNNNNNNN
I really went all out as far as the personality change went. Aanyx is now far less moody, in fact she doesn't have a heart any more at all. Her power has yet to be determined, but her weapons got an upgrade.
It's inspired by Prince of Persia: Sands of Time, which is (c) Disney anyway, so I'm allowed to use it for this particular fanbase.
Aanyx won't go butterfly any more, either--though I am tempted to not make her a Nobody at all. (What d'you think, Kat? Could I pull off having her be an Unversed?)
Say bye-bye to Nar and Xcaiyet, too--they've melded into one character; Xaranaya. She has the power over Energy, like Nar used to, but she also points out random for-readers-only information, like Xcaiyet.
(Don't worry, I swear I'll keep the old ATJ how it is. I've done too much with it to scrap everything.)
So I guess I should explain. See, Aanyx was formerly Yana, one of four princesses in a world known as Andalasia. Her sisters included Anaraya, Rayne, and Aelsyn (their parents had a thing for Y's.)
Each of these princesses were trained in an element;
Yana-Dark Matter
Anaraya-Light
Rayne-Water
Aelsyn-Air
And eventually, they were visited by a Keyblade Master, Master Xehanort.
Some stuff happens that I haven't really figured out yet, and out popps Aanyx and Xaranaya. Tadaaaa!!!
This has been a certified drabble courtesy of Sincerely Doubtful Productions.
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