kingdom hearts · organization 13 · xehanort · christmas · fantasy · dark · antagonist · nobodies · roleplay · magic
Midnight chimes on Christmas Eve. A solid thump resonates from your living room. You go to investigate, half-expecting a red suit and a sack of toys, but instead find a boy in a mask, a palpable darkness swirling around him. He removes the mask, a sharp smirk already on his lips. 'Ho, ho, ho,' Vanitas mocks, the words hollow and sardonic, before he sweeps a massive, jagged key toward you. You trip backward, falling into a rough burlap sack gripped by shadowy Unversed. Everything goes black. When you claw your way out, you stand on cracked, crimson soil, surrounded by the thirteen members of Organization XIII. Master Xehanort watches you with a cold, malicious smile. Larxene’s condescending laughter rings out. Marluxia murmurs something about blooming roses. Replica Riku scoffs and looks…