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here]It was before long Xemnas reached the final corridor he required to pass through in order to reach his destination. Though he was only three doors away from his goal, it hardly meant that the Nobody would already delusion himself with the fact that he had accomplished all this easily. Furthermore, he couldn't tell with certainty whether
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Matthew's explanation of batteries was perhaps vague enough to be helpful, but luckily Scott did the work for him. Taking the packages, he moved towards the door that led back out into the hallway, examining the package in the flickering lights. Three or four days... that wasn't too bad. His flashlight hadn't been having any trouble so far, considering he didn't really use it if someone else had one on. Darkness was his specialty (or at least moving around in it. Light was more his specific specialty). That might ( ... )
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Now Scott knew why Roxas looked so familiar: he looked a lot like Sora. He didn't have time to remember stuff about Chain of Memories or preview material for Kingdom Hearts 2 and the like right now, however, and so didn't get much further along that line of thinking. What he was more focused on right now was finding out whether this really was some kind of Heartless. If Landel could bring in people from any media in the universe, then why not any enemy ( ... )
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Except he did when Matthew yelled, flicking his head to find the cause. And there it was again: a shadow, moving on its own, twisting and curling into a shape that didn't even vaguely resemble Matthew anymore.
Shadows didn't change shape, either. They were just... pools of darkness.
He looked at his own shadow, suddenly suspicious. But it moved with him, not twisting or churning or turning or trying to push against the floor where the lights had splayed it against the tiles. It was just there. Despite his instincts, he didn't feel the pull of the Heartless. Nobodies didn't have the same feel, the same draw as Heartless ( ... )
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Scott edged toward the closet door, giving that . . . thing a huge-ass berth. Slowly, carefully. The slightest off movement could make things even worse than they were. At least, he was assuming. That would just be his bad luck that an inadvertent sneeze or something would unleash the fires of Hell. Almost there. Almost theeeeere-
Crackling from the intercom. Scott's muscles seized up, caught off-guard. The mad doctor himself was back again, and the woman's voice was conspicuously absent. He spoke of many things, things that started hitting closer to home than Scott would have liked. Risks, things never intended, sacrifices, rules, less concrete, fuzzy methods . . .
"Not me . . . I'm the exception."Scott had started to lose track of which words Landel was speaking and which were his own thoughts ( ... )
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The shadow spun in mid-air, twisting himself out of the path of the Keyblade and landing to the side of his originator. Just because he had missed getting hit didn't mean he didn't make contact with the Keyblade, however. Just before he hit the ground, as the thing was passing him by, NegaScott stuck out an arm and caught the weapon in his free hand. It pulled his arm back some with its remaining momentum, but stayed in his grip otherwise. His grin widened. Was that stupid blond yelling at him or something? Well, he wouldn't be for much longer with any luck.
Only just then did Scott the First start getting his wits back together. He could see NegaScott winding his arms back, preparing to launch a weapon each at his companions. Scott's eyes widened. I- He's going to hurt ( ... )
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