Drunken KH Prompts: Gangsters in Space

[Dracozombie 4,554]

(I drank two bottles of apple cider by myself and I regret nothing.

 

Well, let's see what happens in the morning.)

 

The other gummi ship was catching up with them. Sora yelled at Riku to floor it while Kairi kept the cargo secure—after all that work, they would not let the Firaga Juice to go waste. Their craft lurched from Riku's effort, skirting past an asteroid they may or may not have hit if Sora hadn't yelled again. Riku told him to shut it.

 

It should have been a simple vacation, although Riku and Kairi should have suspected something when Sora had chosen Wonderland of all worlds for their destination. Even ignoring the decapitation-happy royalty, they all knew Mickey's gang hung around in that part of the galaxy—something about most folks being too smart to visit a world with stalking cats and terrain that could flip you upside down on a whim. Of course it would be a suitable base of operations for smuggling illegal synthesis material. If Riku and Kairi survived this chase, they would wallop Sora upside the head. And then they would thank him for all the spoils they otherwise wouldn't have been bold enough to collect. That was Sora for you: getting everyone into trouble for the greater good.

 

But they needed to survive first. This was Mickey's gang they were dealing with.

 

An explosion throttled the ship sideways. Riku managed to right their course before they hit another asteroid.

 

Kairi clung to one of their pilfered boxes. “They hit one of the thrusters!”

 

“We still have one left, right?” Sora asked.

 

“I don't think that's how it works,” said Riku.

 

Their gummi ship turned towards its side. From the cockpit they saw a laser mere feet away from hitting their wing—Donald must be at the helm. For all the duck's fury and egotism, he knew how to pilot a ship.

 

“Guys,” Sora said, “how do we shake them off?”

 

Riku was too focused on their escape to scrutinize the navigation map, but Kairi took the job. She said, “We might be able to lose them at Deep Jungle. No one ever goes there.”

 

What with all the apes and the vines and the near-naked men living there, they knew Kairi's words rang true. The world was minutes away from where they were. If they could just make it…

 

A nigh-incomprehensible voice quacked from the pursuing ship, “Give it up! The Firaga Juice is ours!”

 

“Never!” Sora shouted back. It would have been more effective if he had thought to activate the speakers first. Riku rolled his eyes and piloted the ship in the direction of Deep Jungle. They managed to hide among the asteroids and Heartless while they continued their course. All the while, Sora and Kairi glanced around at the map and the environment, trying to locate the opposing ship before it got too close.

 

Trees and vines soon awaited them, and Riku launched them full throttle. A flash of light engulfed them before blue sky and rapidly-approaching treetops greeted them. Riku hit the brakes—because, yes, you can totally screech a gummi ship in midair—seconds before they crashed into a waterfall.

 

The ship hovered over the terrain. Any native animals witnessing the strange machine would chalk it up to something beyond their understanding and continue on their way in whatever it was talking animals did—perhaps singing some uplifting songs.

 

Sora, Riku, and Kairi hopped out of their ship, their suits contrasting against the wilderness of untamed jungle and icky bugs. They looked more suited for a party or a gun fight than a romp in an untamed world, but real gangsters were prepared for anything, especially gangsters who could visit a castle and a desert and a whale's belly all in the same day, for the same reason.

 

Deep Jungle had some Heartless, but not enough. In general, gangs like theirs focused on bigger game. The bigger the Heartless, the better the synthesis material, and the more munny they would get. Those moogles did not screw around. It wasn't a place Mickey and his cohorts would be likely to visit, but Sora and co. had just done a great job of pissing them off. There was no guarantee they did manage to shake them off. Anticipating this, Riku activated their gummi ship's cloaking device. Not only would it hide them from Mickey, it would also keep the world natives off their tail—the ones who hadn't spotted them already, at least. Humans and machinery didn't exactly blend in.

 

After silence, Kairi side. “We got a nice haul, Sora. But next time let's not announce what we're doing just because we want to brag, okay?”

 

He pouted. “But that's the fun part! Why bother stealing from other gangs unless you can rub it in their face?”

 

“Because those gangs might have lasers,” said Riku. Neither of them argued back.

 

As they descended the canopy—of course keeping their suits from getting dirty, because they were just that skilled—they listened for any unusual activity. None came. Aside from a bird who kept coughing as though it was choking on a bug, the noise was about what one would expect from a jungle.

 

Then it got too quiet.

 

No calls. No crickets. Even the wind seemed to stop. The trio halted, keyblades at the ready. For a time, nothing happened. They waited, and—a fireball exploded mere feet from where they stood. It would have connected if they hadn't jumped out of the way.

 

A blue-clad duck in a mage's hat jumped in front of them. A dog wielding a shield soon followed. Both wore suits sporting the Disney Town emblem. Sora, Riku, and Kairi brandished their keyblades when the black-furred mouse waltzed up to them.

 

Mickey crushed his cigar against the grass. It didn't do much to help the wildfire Donald's spell would soon cause. Mickey regarded them through half-lidded eyes, his suit pressed even more immaculately than anyone present. Around these parts, jungle or not, he was king.

 

“So, you stole some things of mine,” Mickey said. Not even his squeaky voice eliminated the gravity of the situation. This was Mickey freakin' Mouse, head honcho of the Disney world system. No one messed with him, at least, no one who valued their life.

 

Riku, as expected, stepped forward first. “Mickey, your plans end here. You won't be using that Firaga Juice anytime soon.”

 

Mickey laughed. No one liked the sound of it. “That's where you're wrong. See, my boys and I don't like it when fellas like you think you can get away with messin' with us. It's like they don't know their place.”

 

Donald screeched. “Know who you're talking to!”

 

“Gawrsh, I don't think anyone needs ta' get hurt,” said Goofy.

 

“That depends on what they wanna do,” Mickey said. “I don't want any trouble, either, fellas. So. Are you gonna hand over the Firaga Juice or not?”

 

The wind returned and howled. Even the jungle noises became oppressive. A flash, and a keyblade appeared in Mickey's own hand. There was little doubt Mickey was a formidable keyblade wielder. He was the Heartless slayer, the reason he was the top dog. Sora, Riku, and Kairi braced themselves. A battle was dawning in this isolated, smelly jungle. Would it become their graves? What a way to go. But gangsters should expect such a thing to happen. You never know what would pick them off in this lifestyle.

 

It could even be considered an honor to die by Mickey's blade. Not every warrior could do something to warrant this kind of personal attention. Mickey usually sent his lackeys to do his work, probably Pete or some other sap who couldn't defend themselves against the King. For Mickey himself to address the problem took a special kind of skill, a special kind of courage—or reckless stupidity.

 

Mickey surged.

 

A flash of light blazed the area and engulfed the trio, who did everything they could to defend themselves against Mickey's attack. By the time they could open their eyes, Mickey was already in the air, keyblade over his head.

 

Right before the final strike, the scream of a gun echoed through the jungle. Momentum interrupted, Mickey crashed into the dirt, bloody. But he was too strong to die. Not Mickey. He twitched, pulled himself off the ground, and ordered a retreat. Donald and Goofy helped their master up, and with a teleportation spell, they disappeared.

 

A tense moment, and they finally relaxed. A cloaked figure descended from the air, machine gun still smoking.

 

Kairi blinked. “Sora? Who—”

 

Sora grinned. “I figured we might get in trouble, so I called in some help.”

 

The cloaked figure removed her hood. A pale-faced, rosy-lipped girl smiled back at them. Snow White gave Sora a fist bump before holstering her gun.

 

“I'm always glad to help you, Sora,” she said sweetly.

 

Sora thanked her again before she teleported from view. The Firaga Juice was theirs, but they knew they had invoked Mickey's wrath. It would be a tough journey, but they knew they could handle anything as long as they stuck together.

[Sora 2,184]

Snow freaking White X'D

 

Oh how I missed these stories of yours 10/10

[King Demise 2,359]

The masterpiece is complete 

[Reyn 1,755]

Oh...My....Reyn. THAT WAS AMAZING! We need more of this.

[Shard the Gentleman 2,891]

Can we please have a sequel? Please? and maybe a prequel too? And maybe some movies?

[Hargleblargleboo 979]

Welp, that's enough KH13 for today. 

Goodnight.

[Philip Ellwell 5,487]

MORE DRUNKEN PROMPTS!

[Javelin434 3,164]

What with all the apes and the vines and the near-naked men living there, they knew Kairi's words rang true. 

I do not blame Kairi for wanting to visit that world