Sora finds himself walking through the darkness. He raises his head up and around him to take in his surroundings, but it's difficult to make anything out in clear definition. He can feel the crevices and molds of walls on either side of him, which he touches with his hands, but his eyes cannot help him. The sounds of his feet echoing against the
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"Hello?" he calls, disregarding the fact that whoever means to escape might mean him harm. He's prepared, nevertheless--his Keyblade appears (merely upon a thought) in his hand, a shining beacon in the dark of this place.
He turns from one side to the other. Where is that sound coming from?
Don't use your eyes, Sora. Use your heart.
It's something he feels he should do, as though someone close to him is advising him.
Sora shuts his eyes, clutching his Keyblade, listening for the footsteps that are steadily fading. And then he knows.
Opening his eyes once more, he runs towards the direction. He doesn't know who he's chasing after, but it's someone, and he's prepared.
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He can't quite make sense of who this is, yet. He's sleepy, he's not in balance of his center - as proven by the fact that he gave into the urge to run. All he knows is that he doesn't Like this.
Nobody should be in his own head. Nobody.
"STOP
" He pronounces loudly. His voice booms through the surrounding area, far louder than it ever could have in real life. He's reached the edge of a wall, now - a seperation between two broken alleyways. "GET OUT OF HERE
"
He prepares to jump over it. If he has a moment to think, he can gather his wits, and kick this intruder out.
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He frowns, his feet spread apart, his entire body tense.
"Who are you?" he calls. He can hear his voice echoing, bouncing off the solid forms surrounding him. "I won't hurt you."
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