[Story] King Mickey
Engagement begins
The swirling embers imbibed and adrift in blackness cast into the throneroom, unholy fire spurting as it swirled into place. A small, pale man crawled before Mickey. “The Lordss of Darknesss come to you.” His eyes glowed with embers, and his tongue resonated his own name.
Mickey beheld an airy orb, swirly and flowing and not quite complete, and observed things through it. “My Father is not happy with all this. These things in the bowels of what he left behind. He sent a summons to the Lord of Light to embark a raiding party upon the Earth.” Mickey's falsetto echoed into the far reaches of the crumbled walls, finding subtle curls of his sound.
“No. I can't say the likes of me will tolerate such inane renditions any longer. They will have no entry into the Kingdom Hearts.” The pale man crawled near his feet, searching in the dust and rasping as currents flowed through the air so he could speak for the dust.
“We wassssted your time and your time is many. Please take our unheard apologies.” Mickey and the pale man laughed at his joke, and then Mickey screamed “NO!” The dust drifted to his throne not by a breeze, but rather the energy of weak spirits.
The Trickster swirled into the space behind Mickey, pristine alternate dust collecting like nebulae. “how goes it small mouse?” he said, curling around a massive shard of black.
“It gets harder and harder to find any remote connection to fairy tales in this accursed trash. They place my crude image on their products, but remain in a body of evil unexplored and undefeated.”
Simultaneously triangles of black embed into the dust dozens of times, yawning towards the v-voidal body. “Not to worry. With more circuitous manipulations even the worst artwork imaginable is entwined with value. We can definitely keep this going a while longer.”
Autoplayed at the crescendo of pondering the next paragraph. And the very very moment I went to begin it Go! By neffex played
Mickey pressed the red button, swirling magical dust across the tangles of black lengths curled around the dismal characters made upon the Earth. As it went, the magic empowered a legendary racer levitating above the black, energizing him to begin a streak of speed, leaving little creatures in his wake.
The Birdman came through the darkened window at that point, a small bird. “Greetings sire. The mechanisms of destruction are assembled. The Earth has reached its syncpoint, and every Legend and tapestry will engage at that point, oblitering like a whirling beak.” The trickster grunted and engaged into beast mode himself, curling dense fur that projected down his shoulders. He walked in front of Mickey as a blaze of red clawed its way through the panoramic vision strip, the little figures disappearing as the energy claws approached.
“My father will not tolerate a wait. Kingdom come until kingdom dies, awaken Hearts in the midst of lies!” Mickey gestured as the vision was replaced, little legions small and great on the approach towards the Earth, massive dragons took the front lines in the panorama much like a game of Warhammer.
Yen Sid took command, a slow and gradual march. His opponent was no one in particular, the many people involved in many financial exchanges and mismanagement brought together in their spiritual aspect as a dark figure, sucking all light into emptiness. The board expanded to levitate throughout the throne room so that only Yen Sid and anyone capable of seeing could see.
Mickey chuckled and brought up his hands behind his head. “Hey big guy!” Yen looked at him and smoldered, then turned back to the game.
The trickster’s paws plodded around, and the pale man was consumed by furry flesh until the Lord of Mischief replaced him. Curling trails of dust traced around his body. He laughed and came before the throne as the Birdman landed on each shoulder simultaneously.
They were attracted by a good game, and watched as intelligent minds passed into the bestial vision that consumed a thousand astronomies of the Cosmos. Despite the scale of perspective the Earth-bound drama was interesting enough for them.
As they watched they walked away at the same time, creating a moment which remains suspended in the throne room. Mickey remained to wield his strange blade to strike down every enemy leaving the board in an act of dishonor and proceeding to all fly directly to him on his throne.
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