' All right, trial's over. Y'all clearly can't get it.
Besides, I believe we have someone more
WORTHY of execution. An awful, terrible man
who wants to be a FATHER figure to you all. '
She turns towards Karamatsu with his shitty Freddy Fazbear glasses who seemed to be turning beet red at his weird fantasies being brought to light. Seems like Baby was telling the truth after all. Murmurs were exchanged across the crowd as everyone stared at him in shock & horror.
' He wants to be our WHAT ? '
' ------ He has a WHAT k.ink ? ! '
But Baby interrupts the chatter as she turns towards Blue.
' Blue ? You may do the honors. '
The squid that Karamatsu called family nodded; ------ & wow, what a betrayal that was ? ! Karamatsu stared at the other in doubt but little did he know ? This wasn't an act of betrayal.
THIS WAS FOR HIS OWN GOOD.
She walks over to him; a calm expression her face as she doesn't say a word. Instead, she lets her actions speak as she LIFTS KARAMATSU OVER HER HEAD WITH HER TENTACLES & THROWS HIM INTO THE EXECUTION ROOM.
Karamatsu would scream but ------ well, no one really seemed to be bothered. Good riddance to the pizzeria Daddy.
When Karamatsu opens his eyes, he finds himself surrounded by squids. Now, you'd think this was the beginning of a poorly written tentacle h.entai but it's not. Suddenly, the squids grab him & drag him into the colorful ink & he YELLS again as he hears another voice.
' ONWARD, MY SQUID ARMY ! '
It's Blue riding a squid surfboard. With Tinydachi dressed up as a squid on her head.
' NO ONE IS ALLOWED TO BE K.INKY BUT ME. '
He's dragged across the ink until Blue suddenly disappears; leaving her squid brethren to submerge Karamatsu into ink. When they finally let him surface he finds himself ------
At a church.
With Blue dressed up as a priest; wildy waving bells in her hands & tentacles.
Farther, farther, farther she's falling; her body never stopping as all sight & sound disappear from her being. There was something so strange about this ' downfall ' though. Her body, her soul, all of it felt weightless as it floated down the abyss like a feather. Circus Baby's Killing World was a curse in itself. Her execution should not have been this ------ tranquil. Yet its quiet as her feet slowly land upon glass & she stands; looking about to see where she was. Where was she ? The world was entirely black ! Was she dead ? Where was her gruesome execution ?
Little did she know her retribution had only JUST begun.
DARKNESS; all she saw was darkness ------ an endless void that made up her prison. Was this death ? She thought so ------ that is, until she saw more platforms up ahead.
------ So that's what was going on. Perhaps she could go on living if she made it through the darkness.
With a leap does she jump; steps light like water as she lands on the next. Once more does she ascend; falling upon the glass ahead. It's PEACEFUL; quiet ------
------ TOO QUIET.
All at once was that blissful quiet shattered; a plethora of hisses, screeches, growls, ------- everything filled that one tranquil silence & shattered it to pieces. Rapid flashes of blue fill her sights & soon ------ she's surrounded by something too familiar to her.
' Unversed ------ '
Can she summon her sacred weapon; her KEYBLADE in this place ? Somehow everything had been taken from her in that childish prison ------ but this ------ this was a place far from it. MAYBE SHE CAN ?
It's LIFE & DEATH but she closes her eyes & soon enough, that familiar cold metal is in her hands. She can't help but smile as she looks down & sees the petals cascading towards the glass ground & RAINFELL clasped tightly in her hands. Perhaps she can fight her way through the darkness.
It only takes a single slash of the blade to obliterate just a few of the creatures. But she knows; SHE KNOWS that this is a battle & she takes off; holy weapon in hand as she keeps moving; jumping as gracefully as an acrobat as she keeps swinging. Platform to platform does she almost effortlessly destroy those monsters ------ an act more than worthy of the KEYBLADE MASTER.
& then ------ she feels pain.
Sharp, red pain sears up through her arm; trailing through her nerves & into her mind as she looks down. Blood drips down her arm; staining once pure white cloth with the iron. It's a small wound; something she can easily shake off ------- but it's that single laceration that makes her come to that NUMBING realization.
She doesn't have her armor.
If she had her sacred armor; those monsters wouldn't have so easily sliced through her skin. All of her being; her mind, her heart, her soul ------ all of it was EXPOSED to these beasts.
BUT SHE COULDN'T LET THAT STOP HER.
Like a true keyblade warrior does she merely raise her blade & keep slicing; metal clashing against monster as she pirouettes through the air. Her form was perfection; like rhythmic waves through a storm & it was practically a SHOW for those who watched. Perhaps she could fight the darkness !
But the platforms never end. NO; no matter how far she jumps ------ there's more. & do those Unversed waver in their onslaught ? Not even for a moment. The more that the warrior destroys; the more would come to ensure that their rampage NEVER ended.
& though the warrior was mighty
THE WARRIOR WAS ONLY HUMAN.
Though they were small ------ the injuries added up. A few scratches from a metal claws of a Scrapper, the slamming of the Bruiser's steel fists against fragile skin, the searing fury of the Red Hot Chili's fire ------ all of it HURT ! But there's no choice; there's no choice but to grit her teeth & keep moving. The bloodied skin, the deep red bruises, the burning of hair & flesh ------- none of it mattered ! SHE CAN'T just focus on such trivial matters if she wanted to live !
Another jump to yet another platform & she begins to go through the motions yet; that mindless cycle of cutting through the Unversed. Kill after kill, those monsters just kept coming at her & all should do was kill them & kill them AGAIN ! She's about to slash when she hears a CRACK.
Widened blue eyes stare down; meeting the closed eyes of ------ HAKUNO KISHINAMI. The very first victim of this ' Killing World ' that Circus Baby ruled. It was only then that she realized ------
All of these platforms ------- they were of the PARTYGOERS.
The cracks grow louder & all at once does everything; the glass, the Unversed, EVERYTHING slowly begins to fall. Everything seemed to go in slow motion ------- yet the movements were lightning fast as she jumped off an Unversed & onto the next platform. RYOUTA KAWARA; that girl's killer. Aqua could only spare it a momentary glance before that too would shatter before her feet. Jump, JUMP ! Onto the next dead partygoer that would fall ------ just as they did in life !
The last one; HEATHER MCNAMARA ------- she can only look down upon her face; HER handiwork. But then she sees familiar figures in the distance.
A tall man dressed in grey & gold right alongside his younger, blonde partner.
HER BEST FRIENDS.
' Terra ! Ven ! '
It's only when she speaks those words does Heather collapse under her & she YELLS; caught off guard by her own emotions. But her keyblade blesses her as her own magic; a a spell woven as a majestic swirl of white & blue propels her to her friends.
She's EXHAUSTED; beaten down; weak & near ready to collapse ----- but she still runs. Oh, how she runs; tears of joy streaming down her eyes as she goes to embrace her friends -----
----- & then they turn.
LOLBITS.
LOLBITS IN COSTUME.
Her heart sinks; its a MOCKERY of the friends she made, the ones that she's quite literally fought wars alongside ! To see these robotic monstosities masquerading as her friends. It angered her. It infuriated her. It filled her with DARKNESS. She lets out a war cry as she raises her keyblade before ------
CRAAAACK !
She looks down at the glass.
It's her own face; her own visage shattering to pieces.
& then everything FALLS.
SAVE HER ?
' AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH ! '
Her screams pierce the void beyond & it seems like she's falling forever. Deeper, deeper, deeper in to the darkened heart until ------
S P L A T !
STEEL of all colors pierce through her body; from muscle to bone & back again until her blurred vison could just barely make out HANDLES. All sorts of colors swirled within her sight but ----- she sees HER BLOOD splattered upon ornate keychains.
Keychains.
This was the Keyblade Graveyard.
HER GRAVEYARD.
No ------ NO ! ! !
SHE NEEDS TO GO HOME. SHE NEEDS TO SEE HER FRIENDS.
A choked gasp only sends blood forth; dripping down her chin as pain pulses through her entire being. She twitches; she wiggle, she WRITHES to try to escape but ------ there's so much blood & those handles were so DEEPLY embedded into her broken body.
Like keys to keyholes.
& like a warrior does she die a SLOW & AGONIZING DEATH; impaled by the weapons of those fought alongside her.
