Unpopcorning of Roxas
Pop!
The confused look on Roxas' face was something he would have given anything to see for himself at the moment, granted that he was able to see anything at all. Unfortunately he was covered from head to toe in a ridiculously large heap of... popcorn? The blonde boy stood awkwardly, brushing the buttery flakes off of his clothes.
"This must be a dream," he thought to himself, unable to comprehend why or how he managed to get into this situation. In fact, he couldn't remember for the life of him what he was doing before he got himself into this situation. Was he... dead? No, that's not plausible if he was dead he would be in a room full of sea-salt ice cream not popcorn.
The boy grunted, unsure of what to do with himself at the moment. After racking his brain for what seemed like ages and coming to no significant conclusions as to where he was or how he got there, he decided to stop thinking all together. He did a quick 360, turning around to glance at each one of the four stone walls towering over his small form. And that's when it hit him, across the room was a door! To what, he was absolutely unsure, but then again Roxas was used to going through doors like those.
He walked, somewhat cautiously before he came face-to-face with the thing he was not sure terrified him, or would answer all his new questions. He stood for a moment, contemplating whether or not to open it, but that didn't last very long. The smell of butter was getting to him and all this food was reminding him of ice cream again.
He heaved a sigh, and turned the knob stepping through the door and into the unknown
The confused look on Roxas' face was something he would have given anything to see for himself at the moment, granted that he was able to see anything at all. Unfortunately he was covered from head to toe in a ridiculously large heap of... popcorn? The blonde boy stood awkwardly, brushing the buttery flakes off of his clothes.
"This must be a dream," he thought to himself, unable to comprehend why or how he managed to get into this situation. In fact, he couldn't remember for the life of him what he was doing before he got himself into this situation. Was he... dead? No, that's not plausible if he was dead he would be in a room full of sea-salt ice cream not popcorn.
The boy grunted, unsure of what to do with himself at the moment. After racking his brain for what seemed like ages and coming to no significant conclusions as to where he was or how he got there, he decided to stop thinking all together. He did a quick 360, turning around to glance at each one of the four stone walls towering over his small form. And that's when it hit him, across the room was a door! To what, he was absolutely unsure, but then again Roxas was used to going through doors like those.
He walked, somewhat cautiously before he came face-to-face with the thing he was not sure terrified him, or would answer all his new questions. He stood for a moment, contemplating whether or not to open it, but that didn't last very long. The smell of butter was getting to him and all this food was reminding him of ice cream again.
He heaved a sigh, and turned the knob stepping through the door and into the unknown