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Day 3- Data @khoc-week

This is my longest one shot and took a while to write! My ocs don't use too much electronics except occasionally texting each other every now and then, so I decided to mix things up a bit and add Daybreak Town to the mix.

Today also includes Crayon, but with her nonbinary twin, Pencil. Story under the cut again

(a really old drawing of Pencil)

Day 3: Data

Crayon and Pencil

Gwynn was used to suffering. She’d been suffering for some time herself, never mind the trials her friends went through. Being forced to fight your twin to death since you could walk. Being used as a slave over and over for people’s selfish demands, no free will to be seen. Having to abandon an innocent life, filled with family and friends, only to face the harsh truths of reality. Being fragged by fate to keep the dark forces at bay, over and over, sacrificing more and more. Gwynn’s own suffering did not really matter in the face of all that. After all, Gwynn created her issues. It was only for herself to blame.

So, when the final large battle at Quadratum had finished, she thought she was finally done with suffering. She could live her life more peacefully. But fate had a break from messing with Sora, Riku, and Kairi and decided to have fun with Gwynn.

It first began when Gwynn went to the Final World for her usual updating of the TransText. The TransText was a device Carla made initially to keep in touch with one another between worlds, but when the Misfits found out about gummiphones being far more efficient, the TransTexts were discared. However, the TransText could do one thing that the gummiphone could not; communicate between different realities (albeit glitchy at times). So, Gwynn kept hers and created a portal to the Final World every week to update it and fix the weekly bugs. The Final World was between the two connected realities after all.

Gwynn reloaded the chat app, and several messages came through, mostly from that morning.

bluestreamer: Morning

Pencil hasn’t woken up yet

I’m boredd

@everyone we should do something together

chattyninja: I’ve been busy but I can do l8r

pinkwhiteblack: love to!!!! :D

secretlyamindreader: @bluestreamer ive been up for the past 2 hours!

Oh is this more #craynn i see??

charmer: ifweregettingsnacksimin

bluestreamer: What did I say about spaces Sky?!

Gwynn squealed in excitement at the prospect of spending more time with Crayon. Things had been rocky recently, with arguments flaring up between Pencil and Crayon, forcing Crayon to leave the group for a while. But now that was all in the past now. Pencil apologized to Crayon, and Crayon apologized to Pencil.

The TransText beeped once more and with a large goofy grin, Gwynn looked back down while leaning against the white building in the Final World.

destinysembrace: Hiya, we have exciting news!

chattyninja: ooh what is it?

rtodawn: When Aqua and Terra were searching through records to figure out the whereabouts of Sora, an old book was unearthed. It is called the Book of Prophecies, and someone called the Master of Masters wrote it

vacanthearthotel: and u guys noe abt him m ore than us soooo

destinysembrace: Could you come to Radiant Garden some time?

chattyninja: uhhh you know Radiant Garden??

destinysembrace: Yeah, actually it’s my homeworld before I lived at the islands

chattyninja: cool cool cool

destinysembrace: Why d’you ask?

chattyninja: oh no reason.

bluestreamer: You’ve never said anything about Radiant Garden before 8-)

secretlyamindreader: back on topic, we dont know much abt m of m but ill definite come how about the others?

charmer: ifcarlaistherethenofcourse

chattyninja: If I can help in any way I will just as long as others join

bluestreamer: Actually, who knows about MoM??

pinkwhiteblack:... I have a little exp.

dont want to go in2 though

Korynn also knew stuff too, as well as @charmer

bluestreamer: That idiot knows stuff? :O

charmer: ofcourseidoimamazingateverything

secretlyamindreader: when do you want us over

rtodawn: anytime, but today would probably be best

bluestreamer: I’ve got a scheduled stream soon, but four hours time works

secretlyamindreader: ^

chattyninja: ^

charmer: 6

pinkwhiteblack: Ill need to let folk know but otherwise ^

destinysembrace: That works for us too! See you soon :)

Gwynn looked up at the endless blue sky. Once, Gwynn was trapped in the Final World and almost thought she was in heaven. It became a hell for her. But now, it was a place to get away from the monotony of Quadratum.

Master of Masters, huh? I hoped that I didn’t have to deal with you again. I didn’t tell anyone, but I think you orchestrated all the events in Quadratum and caused the clash between Korynn and me again.

Gwynn doubted herself once more. It turned out the person she saved on That Night was none other than the Master of Masters. But should Gwynn have rescued him? Was he actually evil?

Whose side are you on? What’s your plans?

The clouds drifted along, giving Gwynn no answer to her silent questions. She sighed, before looking down at her TransText once more. Gwynn quickly sent a quick text to her dad.

pinkwhiteblack: hi dad, a new thing popped up in the other reality. Gonna be away for the afternoon, hopefully be back for dinner. Tell Fushi Ill bring him along next time

Gwynn tucked away her TransText back into her green bag before removing herself from the building’s wall. She formed a portal in front of her to Agrabah (Pencil and Crayon’s home world) before stepping into it with a sigh.

***

Everyone assembled inside Ansem’s secret lab in Radiant Garden. Sora and Kairi were talking casually in a corner, while Riku was talking to one of the scientists. He had long blonde hair and wore the uniform (Crayon assumed it was uniform) all the scientists wore, a white lab coat buttoned up and a purple puffy tie. Sky and Pencil seemed indifferent to the meeting, while Carla was anxiously pacing around, completely unlike herself. Gwynn was deep in thought all the way to Radiant Garden and seemed unaware of her surroundings.

Another scientist walked into the lab, whose hair was a health and safety nightmare. He had silvery blue hair which completely covered one eye and went down to about his chin, as well as wearing a similar outfit to the other scientist. Carla turned around, saw him, and had a horrified look on her face. She scanned the room quickly and tried to hide. Meanwhile, said scientist stood with an agape face.

“C-Carla?!” He nearly screamed in surprise.

“Hehe… hi Ienzo…” Carla spun around and nervously giggled.

“What are you doing here? Where were you all this time?! Have you been eating ok? Did you have to fight the heartless?!” Ienzo bombarded Carla.

“For the book, in a different world, yep and yep. No time no see.”

“So that’s how Carla became so chatty…” Pencil put their hands to their chin.

“Oh, I recognize you now. Hello Carla. You certainly have grown into an average women.” The other scientist came over too.

“Uh, Carla? How do you know these guys?” Crayon frowned.

“Long story, but I kinda am from Radiant Garden before I found the Star Shard and went world hopping. Never figured out how to get back here until a while ago, and too much time had passed at that stage. It was just easier to never return than trying to figure it all out.” Carla had never looked so sheepish before.

“Well, since everyone’s here, then I’m gonna go in.” Sora lifted a book up and began to open the cover.

“Wait, Sora…! We haven’t finished analysing the data! We don’t know if it’s safe!” Ienzo quickly shouted.

Crayon and Pencil were the closest to Sora and rushed to grab the book. The three of them were touching the book when Sora finished opening it and halted in his tracks. Unfortunately, it was too late and the three of them disappeared into the Book of Prophecies.

Gwynn blinked blankly before looking at everyone else, who were not surprised. “So… is this a thing that happens often or…?”

“It has happened before, but we only know of two examples. They should be fine though,” The other scientist reassured Gwynn. “And excuse my manners. I am Even, formerly Vexen, which I dearly regret. A pleasure to make your acquaintance. I believe you are from unreality?”

“Um, I guess. Although it’s just a different reality.” Gwynn continued to stare at the empty space where Pencil and Crayon were, while the conversation continued.

***

“Woah!” Crayon screamed as she fell through the air. She landed in a heap on the ground while she saw Sora helping Pencil land gracefully on their feet. “Hrgh...”

“Where are we?” Pencil looked around as Crayon slowly groaned to her feet.

“Woops. We’re in the book now.” Sora’s face apologized for him.

“We’re. Inside. A. Book. Why aren’t I surprised?” Crayon sighed exasperatedly.

“Let’s have a look around and try and find a way out?” Sora ran in a random direction. “Come on!”

“He’s even more tiring than Carla…” Crayon face palmed before turning to Pencil. “We better…follow… Pencil, you ok?”

Pencil was clutching their head and slightly bent over. Their eyes were dulled and unfocused, and Crayon instantly knew what happened.

Crayon gently began to shake them. “Pencil. Pencil. They’re just thoughts. You can tune them out like usual. I’m here still.”

Pencil’s voice wavered when they eventually responded, and too quiet for Crayon’s liking. “It’s so loud. Why can’t everything be quiet for once. And why are kids suffering so much…?”

“Tell me what you need, ok? My hatred is paused.”

Crayon looked anxiously around, and saw kids no older than Gwynn wandering into the square area they landed in. They all wore strange combination of clothes, some having red jet packs on their back, or pink frog hats, or even had a pumpkin head. A thing which connected them was how exhausted they all looked, as well as how beat up they were. A thing which looked far too similar to the twins, and brought back unpleasant memories.

“New kids? Here?”

“They look pretty old.”

“I thought Master Ava said only the Dandelions were to flee. I don’t remember them.”

“What union were they in?” The children began to mass whisper to each other, making Crayon uncomfortable.

“We’re going to move to a quieter place, ‘kay?” Crayon grabbed one of Pencil’s arms and slung it over her shoulder before walking away from the whispers.

After only a few hundred steps to a place right beside the water, Pencil looked far better. Crayon unslung their arm and let Pencil lead while she surveyed the surroundings. The buildings were newer fashioned than in Agrabah, although not like Quadratum. They were mostly yellow, with purple designs and purple roofs. The town was pleasant, calm, and Crayon could clearly hear the clear water rushing peacefully. But it was almost too quiet, too nice. It was giving Crayon bad vibes.

She turned back to her twin, who was massaging their temple. “Are you doing better?”

“Yeah. Thanks for the save. You really do care.”

“No I don’t. You’re just the only one who can heal me, is all.” Crayon punched Pencil’s chest gently, pretending to be annoyed.

“Those kids worried me though. From the thoughts I accidentally heard, they… they’re like us. The only way that I can describe what they’re doing is being child soldiers. They collect something called ‘Lux’? And fight constantly to keep on trying to get more and more. They have friends and stuff, but I can see them doing this job all their lives.”

“That’s too twisted… we need to help them.”

“We’re inside a book though. If we mess up the storyline, then we could wreck everything. Unfortunately, I don’t know if we can help.” Pencil rubbed their arm.

“We should at least try!” Crayon exclaimed.

“We need to find Sora, that’s what we should do. We should try and escape.”

“You must remember how our lives were hell when we had to fight everyday! How much we wanted to escape from those lives. And these guys are fighting for much higher stakes! I can’t just sit around and do nothing.” Crayon stood in front of Pencil, blocking their path.

“But-” Pencil began, voice breaking, before a new stranger walked around the corner.

He was still younger than them, but older than the kids at the square. He had short curly hair, almost like a cloud, and wore a short black jacket, white top and grey bottoms. He also wore a bright red scarf which stuck out like a sore thumb compared to the rest of his outfit. Likewise to the other children, he was severely drained of energy but was still smiling.

The stranger spotted Pencil and Crayon and ran over. “Hey, stop fighting! It won’t get you anywhere.”

“Who are you?” Crayon asked at the same time Pencil said, “We weren’t fighting.”

“I’m Ephemer, I don’t think I’ve seen you guys before. Are you Dandelions?” Ephemer tilted his head.

“Um…”

Pencil took the lead. “Yep, yes we are. About to go do our mission and we just wanted to do different ones, that’s all. We better get going.” Pencil began to tug at Crayon’s sleeve, but Crayon did not budge.

“Why… why is everyone overworked? Why is everyone gaining ‘Lux’?” Crayon asked boldly, and Pencil let go of Crayon.

Ephemer sighed. “This will take a little explaining. Let’s sit at the fountain and chat.”

Ephemer led them back to the square, with Pencil giving Crayon a glare. Crayon mouthed a ‘sorry’, but did not look guilty at all.

Ephemer sat at the ledge of the fountain in the middle of the square, barely in a dry spot. The two twins sat to the left of him, while Ephemer took a moment to organise his thoughts. Pencil looked worried, but decided to let Ephemer speak in his own words what was happening.

“You ask why we collect lux? Well, it’s to recreate the world again,” Ephemer sighed before continuing. “A while back, there was a massive war between all of us Keyblade Wielders. There was a traitor amongst the foretellers, and well, the war was the outcome. The whole world was destroyed because of that, and the darkness would rule if nothing happened.

“But Master Ava gathered up the strongest hearts filled with light from all different unions. The Dandelions. We fled before the Keyblade War happened, to here. We now collect lux to restore the outside world, and to preserve the light. Does that make sense?”

“But, the outside world, what is-”

“‘In reality, this place and the worlds connected to this one is all made of data, constructed from the Book of Prophecies,”’ Pencil answered. “‘Most people here had their memories erased about the war from their ‘chirithies’, and think the foretellers are still around. And now, I and four others have to take the role of foretellers and pretend nothing happened.’ Is what you want to say, right?”

“How d’you do that?” Ephemer said with curiosity.

“Just something I can do, don’t worry about it. I don’t mean to do it.” Pencil tried to cover up their mistake.

“Please don’t tell anyone though!”

“Yeah, don’t worry ‘bout it. I’m more worried about you. Are you doing ok? That sounds really tough.” Crayon looked with worried eyes.

“It’s tough, but I’m ok. I’ve got friends who help me out. Anyway, I’ve wasted enough of your time. You should probably get back to whatever world you came from. I know you guys aren’t Dandelions.” Ephemer waved Crayon’s worries away.

“What?! How did you find out?” Crayon was stunned.

“All the missions are over for the day,” Ephemer chuckled. “Also, you were asking questions all the Dandelions already know the answers to. You aren’t dangerous, so I thought I would help out. I had those same questions too once upon a time!”

“Aw dusk. Pencil, I thought you came up with a good excuse!” Crayon sighed in defeat.

“I’m sorry ok! I came up with it on the spot!”

It was at that moment Sora came running back in. “Heya. I found a way out!”

Pencil stood up and ran towards Sora. “Great! We’re coming now.”

Crayon however stayed sitting for a little longer, wanting to say one last thing to Ephemer. “Look. I know I’m a stranger and all, but… just stay sane, ok? This battle will eventually be over. Make sure to rely on your friends, even ones who are annoying. Because it will get worse before it will get better. I have a little experience with things like this.”

“…Thanks.”

Ephemer was deep within thought as Crayon rejoined Pencil and Sora, and Crayon knew she had done the right thing. For there was a glimmer of hope in Ephemer’s eyes that was not there before, and sometimes that was all that was needed to keep on going.

When the three off-worlders popped out of the Book of Prophecies, everyone was relieved. As Sora began to tell his side of events, Pencil looked at Crayon. And Crayon looked back at Pencil. It was only a split second, but Crayon could tell what Pencil was saying.

‘You’re right. Thank you.’

#khocweek2022 #oc #pencil #crayon #torn #khux #fanfiction #kingdom hearts #kh #story #fanfics #sora #unfortuantly I don't think I'll get around to writing for three of the prompts since I'm very busy #but I'll still try my best

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