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Sora and the Forty Thieves

18 July 2018 - 06:48 AM

I don’t own Kingdom Hearts nor any Disney character.

Chapter 0

Houston, We’re In Trouble

Targets kept shooting at the gummi ship. Chip and Dale were barely maintaining the yellow aircraft and Donald wasn’t all too please since the steering wheel kept threatening to send him flying into one of the numerous windshields. Donald cursed under his breath while Goofy looked out. Sora just stared at the monitor, lost in his own thoughts.

“Sora, a little help would be needed!” Donald exclaimed.


“Huh,” Sora replied with a dumbfounded gasp.

Donald raised a feathered eyebrow. He was seriously wanting to whack the spiky haired brunette over the head with his straw hatted staff. However, Donald had his own fight with the steering wheel to deal with. The duck mage drove the two upward yellow and red handlebars to the right, he was pleased until….click. The handlebar steering wheel jerked left, sending Donald next to Goofy. Goofy had to peel the now two dimensional white duck from the glass.


“Why you…!” Donald rushed back to the steering wheel, stupidly jerking the yellow and red handlebars back and forth and left and right.


“Donald, knock it off!” Sora barked.


“You’re going to crash the ship!” Chip and Dale added.


“Stay out of this,” Donald retorted.


“We’ve got a problem, Houston,” Goofy said out of the blue.


Sora, Chip and Dale were too busy with Donald that they didn’t bother to look at the monitor like Goofy did. There was something red and yellow coming their way. They all screamed and all of them went towards the steering wheel. All of them mimicked Donald’s earlier struggle and all were sent flying into the windshields as the steering wheel subconsciously stirred up. The target hit them and sent them soaring, red alarms flashed on and off in the entire spacecraft and bold red letters “WARNING” flashed on the monitor. They tried to run back to the steering wheel, stubbornly not learning from their previous lesson of letting one person drive. It was too late, they crashed.


Donald spat up sand.  Another target shot up, this one red in texture and as it exploded.  Goofy read aloud the message, "Congrats Al & Jaz!"


Sora glanced around and saw the golden domed roofs of an all too familiar building in the distance.  It was Agrabah.  However, Sora wondered what Aladdin and Jasmine were up to.  It had been some time since he had last seen them.  It was still nighttime.


The crew were still sleepy.  Chip and Dale rolled out the blankets from some compartment in the now wrecked gummi ship, it's trunk had collided with a sand dune.  However, the ship's seats still functioned, so they converted them into beds.  Donald, Goofy and Sora grabbed the blankets and pillows.  It was still summer time, so they didn't have to worry about finding shelter.


They took a nap, they would check out Agrabah in the morning.

How To Improve/Request

17 March 2018 - 02:13 AM

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Hopeless Fate Poem

11 March 2018 - 08:58 AM

Silenced in a corner.


The screaming faces shouting.


Can't block out their piercing shrieks.


It goes right through me.


Can't they tell I'm not comfortable?


Do they just not care?


Perhaps not.


Every idea that I have of escape,

Ends up in failure.


These screeching faces don't want me out.


Misery loves company.


Perhaps, I should forsake my ideas.


They are futile!


I only need to join with the wall

And embrace my hopeless fate.