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For some reason my rough draft has this bizarre title. Probably doesn't make a whole lotta sense...but it is oddly fitting for what this fic is about. With that said, enjoy this brief look into it!
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“Do any of you remember Tron? The security program that Sora aided to destroy the previous MCP?”
Donald and Goofy’s eyes lit up. “Tron???”
Ienzo stifled a laugh. “Well, that answers my question. And don’t worry; he still remembers the two of you quite fondly.”
“Aw, shucks.” Goofy chortled. “That’s real nice of him!”
"As for why I'm bringing him up..." Ienzo approached Ansem’s computer and began typing in a set of commands.
"While Cid and Leon were converting Organization XIII into data for the digital version of Sora to fight, I quietly worked on running maintenance for Radiant Garden's security system. At some point, I decided to update all of Tron's capabilities. Being the new Master Control Program, I had to ensure that his programming could keep up with any tweaks I made to the town's defense protocol."
Goofy and Donald gave him a blank stare. Ienzo sighed.
"...In short, he got a new look to match with his new skills."
"Ohh..." Donald and Goofy nodded in understanding.
“How about I just show you?” Ienzo pressed the enter button on the keyboard. After a few seconds, Tron’s face popped up on screen. The program appeared to be disoriented by it.
"Ienzo? Master Ansem? Why am I..." Tron's eyes drifted over to Donald and Goofy. He smiled once he saw those two friendly faces.
“Donald! Goofy!”
"Tron!" The pair rushed over to the computer, gawking at the screen.
“It’s so nice to see you both again!” Tron said. He frowned a little as he looked between them.
“...Hey, where’s Sora? Isn’t he usually with you?”
Goofy and Donald’s eyes widened. They exchanged a distressed look.
“Well, um...” Goofy took off his hat. “He’s...”
“Off on an errand for the king!” Donald interrupted. “It’s a very important task that he has to...face on his own.”
“Donald...” Goofy whispered.
The mage shook his head aggressively, placing his index finger on his beak. Goofy slowly nodded, picking up on Donald’s silent plea to break the news to Tron later. Mickey sighed, giving his friends a sympathetic look.
Goofy cleared his throat, placing his hat back on his head. “...That’s right. So don’t you worry; Sora will be okay.”
Donald nodded in agreement, clenching his quivering hands below the computer screen.
“He’s a whole pint. Even without us.”