Its looking great so far Elorah!
Thank you! Thank you very much :3
Now. For the moment we've all been waiting for (or how many readers i have xD) The FINAL CHAPTER!
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Well, there's going to be an epilogue.. but still.
Enjoy! *smirk*
CHAPTER 14
Mary-Sue attempted to stay positive, although she was shivering due to the sheer cold which seemed to be the usual temperature in the World that Never Was. She raised an eyebrow at this strange individual before her. Judging by her tone of voice, this person was a girl, but not just any girl; this was a girl who knew her secret, and appeared to have brought together a cult of cloaked Mary-Sue hunters! There were thirteen of these hunters, including Axel, whom she had already met. They were seated in white thrones, around the round room in which all of them were.
“There is no need for you to introduce yourself to me … but judging by that vacant expression on your face, it appears that you have no idea who I am!” the girl said triumphantly. Removing her hood and revealing her long, light purple hair and her icy blue eyes, she smirked evilly.
“I am Lyshaxe, and these hooded figures surrounding you are my colleagues. Together we form Organization Fourteen!” exclaimed a beaming Lyshaxe, gesturing to those seated around her.
Mary-Sue placed her palm on her face. Organization Fourteen? Was that seriously the name of their little cult? She huffed; if this was her cult and it was her job to make up the name, she would have picked something much more creative, extravagant, and just better overall, because she was just perfect with things like that, among everything else. But enough pondering on the petty subject of cult names; what is so special about Lyshaxe, why did she know who Mary-Sue was, and what on earth does she want to do with her?
Lyshaxe took hold of a small section of lilac hair, twirling it around her index finger, her hair silky smooth like her ivory skin, and her fingernails evenly coated with shimmering silver nail polish. Her eyes wandered around the hall for a while, before her eyed focused on one particular cloaked figure, and making gestures to him, advising him to come forward.
“Ohh Demmy-kun!” She whined, batting her eyelashes.
A loud crash was heard from behind where Lyshaxe was standing. “Lyshy-chan!” The cloaked figure clumsily stood up and began to sprint to her side, not without tripping one or two times over his ridiculously long coat. However, it was not long before he was lifting himself up, and standing on the direct right hand side of Lyshaxe. He removed his hood to reveal, what Mary-Sue believed to be, the single most dated mullet, Mohawk … fauxhawk? She didn’t know. Anyway, he had a pretty unique haircut and a very cheeky grin on his face. Those who had no idea who Demyx was, like Mary-Sue for instance, would think that he was either happy about a recent achievement, or that he was perhaps thinking of something a little perverted. However, we readers, who know pretty darn well who he is, know that his smile is a mere charade, and that where his heart would normally be, is a pure black void which will never be filled with emotions of any kind due to the fact that Sora the Keyblade wielder whooped his butt some time ago.
Oh, the author apologizes. Organization XIII’s (or XIV’s) number nine, Demyx, is a cheerful, fun-loving individual who is just filled to the brim with emotions. His hobbies are playing music, eating sugary foods and singing in Atlantica. He also loves you and your impossibly perfect OC’s. He love them long time.
Unless you’re not into that sort of thing. Moving on.
“Demmy-kun!” Lyshaxe was practically ordering her errand dog around, as he stood wide-eyed, staring at her undeniable good looks. She hugged him, perhaps a little too tightly, whispered something in his ear before chuckling. Almost instantaneously however, her bubbly façade melted and disappeared. “Kill her’ she bitterly muttered. Mary-Sue’s eyed widened, as she gulped rather loudly.
“Anything for you, Lyshy-chan!” Demyx summoned a large, blue sitar and began to engage in some sort of dance. Mary-Sue sighed out of relief; for a while she actually feared for her life! But seeing as that Demyx’s form of attack was by playing Yankee Doodle on a novelty sitar in desperate need of tuning, she started to feel as if she would emerge victorious.
“DANCE, WATER DANCE!” While Mary-Sue was blankly staring at a wall, Demyx came flying into her, advancing towards her on a tidal wave. Not bad, according to Mary-Sue’s standards. ‘Too bad’ she thought to herself ‘It’s such a pity that water happens to be …the source of all life! What is this going to do to me!? Absolutely nothing! Nothing! Because I am Mary-S—ugh!’
Mary-Sue shook her head, and began to squeeze the water out of her hair. She was genuinely shocked at the fact that such a miniscule amount of water could cause her to fly across a room, into a marble column and get her wet! Yes, it was roughly the size of a tidal wave but according to her, everything was insignificant when compared to her overall greatness.
Meanwhile, on the other side of the hall, Lyshaxe rolled her eyes and yawned; she was sure this battle would result in Mary-Sue’s untimely death merely seconds after Demyx’s attack. But this didn’t bother her too much; seeing Mary-Sue die slowly and painfully seemed like a much more enjoyable thing to view, but she would have to get injured first for that to happen.
As the hours passed, Lyshaxe sent one by one, members of Organization Fourteen, and ordering each of them to attack Mary-Sue in a particularly out-of-character way.
“Zexy-kun! I command you to attack the blue-haired vermin with your emo powers!”
“Okay, Lyshy-chan… You understand me so well.”
“Oh I know” replied Lyshaxe in a somewhat airy tone, while batting her eyelashes much more than necessary.
Mary-Sue was starting to tire, especially after enduring eleven or so attacks from other Organization members. It didn’t seem exactly right for her to name each attempt at killing her, an ‘attack’ so to speak. Saїx, a pointy-eared, blue-haired individual growled at the sky for a short amount of time, expecting some supernatural force from the moon to blow her away, and that didn’t kill her. Axel, who was previously mentioned, originally seemed to be quite threatening until he became a little too amazed by his own weapons. Until Lyshaxe had him forcibly removed from the place of battle, he was sat cross-legged on the floor, staring in awe at his own fiery weapons, for apparently, they were ridiculously beautiful. Her next ‘attacker’ Zexion, who seemed to be more commonly known as ‘Zexy-kun’, also did not succeed in killing her. Anyone who thought that someone could die after hearing someone screaming the word ‘Angst’ over and over again is most likely to have some sort of psychological impediment.
“Ugh!” Lyshaxe huffed. “Why aren’t you dead?!”
Mary-Sue merely smirked. “I thought you knew me. I’m Mary-Sue. I’m annoyingly perfect.”
“So very true.” Lyshaxe looked relatively insecure as she looked around the hall “I guess we’ll have to settle for plan B … but don’t think that’s all I’ve got; I could go up to plan Z or beyond if I wanted to! Oh Roxy-kun!” she sang.
A considerably shorter figure than the others emerged at the back of the hall. It bounced up and down until reaching Lyshaxe and holding its arms out to her. He received a hug in return, before turning to face Mary-Sue and giggling mischievously. Roxas dug his hands deep into his pockets and pulled out two spray cans. Mary-Sue raised an eyebrow, confused by the situation.
“Silly strings are go!” Roxas yelled.
“What the—“ Mary-Sue remained puzzled, and due to the fact she decided not to move, she was forced to endure the sheer pain of getting two different varieties of silly string in her eyes. She fell on the floor, twitching as her hands rushed to her eyes, attempting to get the sticky substance off of her face.
“QUICK! GET THE BAG!” Lyshaxe yelled, making frantic movements around the room, while various Organization members ran to the rescue with a large, brown sack. Roxas kept Mary-Sue from standing up by constantly spraying silly string in her face, causing her to cough and splutter often. Although Mary-Sue put up a fight, she was left helpless, trapped in a sack, covered from top to toe in green and pink silly string. She heard loud footsteps coming towards her, before receiving a harsh blow to the head.
Then everything went black.
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Xigbar and Luxord were on their way to their next mission; to buy Lyshaxe cosmetics from Agrabah. Whilst looking at the ridiculously long list of brand name items his leader needed, Xigbar turned to his left and examined the randomly placed sack in the corner of the Gummi ship. It was one of the only times he had looked at the sack for the duration of their four hour trip.
“Hey, Luxord, what do you think is in there?”
“Umm, you were there. Mary-Sue” replied Luxord very Britsh-ly
“I’m lost.”
“Our all powerful leader Lyshaxe said that if we dispose of Mary-Sue, fictional characters like us will be protected. People like Mary-Sue can make anyone she wants fall in love with her in an instant! Some people have done some really bad things just to win her love.”
“Really, eh? Xigbar smirked.
“Yeah.”
“So … um, we dump her here then.”
“Appears so.” Opened the door, leaving only a black abyss in which the sack would be placed. “Good Day, Mary-Sue. Thank you for sparing us from your vile spell.”
He then let go of the sack and Mary-Sue fell lower and lower into the abyss. She could hear the conversation going on above her head, and knew very well of her surroundings. This would not be the end of her. She is Mary-Sue. She is perfect…