Castle Oblivion was just as boring as he remembered. Zexion supposed it was a proper punishment for having set a 'rogue' clone on the castle, but really, it wasn't like he had tried to do. If he had wanted to create havoc, his clones were more than key for making people think he was in multiple places at once. Still, here he was, and this was a boring place to be. Especially when you were alone. The castle still smelled strongly of the flowers XI controlled and of darkness that surrounded them all, as well as a seemingly lingering scent of ash. He suspected VIII probably had something to do with that.
Sighing, he wandered through the empty halls, looking through the blank white rooms that shouldn't really exist. Really, this had to be what hell felt like. There wasn't even a proper library in this horrid place. He hated how his footsteps echoed, he felt like he was going to be caught off guard. Pausing, he frowned. There still seemed to be footsteps behind him. Whirling on his heel, he stared around. "Show yourself!"