I'm too scared, I'm leaving the forum forever
KHVR III New Chapter (001) out now
001 The air is always filthy here, Cin thought, his hand covering his eyes as the automatic doors at Los Angeles Airport opened up. He rifled through his backpack and found a cap he’d brought from Niagara Falls. His silvery black hair shone in the Californian sun before he covered it and he gazed beyond the brim at palm trees and valleys. “Departures from LAX at terminals 2, 3, 4… San Diego, San Antonio, Boston, New York, Kent…” Why’d I even come here? It was an honest question, but it was hard to turn down a free trip to Los Angeles. When Cin had received the letter from Roxas, he’d almost thrown it away. But it’s not like this is some joke. Only the real Roxas could have sent that letter. And only Roxas could have sent me that album cover. Included with the letter was a copy of an album Roxas released in 2009, an album Cin had designed the cover for. Yet it wasn’t truly fun memories and nostalgia that had brought Cin to Los Angeles. If there was one thing in that letter that had convinced him to get on that plane, it was the cash prize. What the **** is he thinking? Cin thought. But then he had to ask himself: what am I thinking? Did I let the promise of some dough lead me here? His painting career was going steady. He was firing off commissions and finally earning a living. The coast was clear and the future looked good. So why am I here? Is it to see what’s really going on with Roxas and this letter? He remembered he’d brought his paint brush with him on the plane, and his hand dashed to his pocket where it was kept. It was still there, which was fantastic for his mental state, but he still had no paint, a problem he’d have to remedy as soon as he could. “Uh, Cin? Is that you?” Cin froze. How do they know my KH-Vids name? When he turned, he couldn’t believe who he saw. It was the man who’d created KH-Vids and blessed the world with the forum that had consumed the lives of all who frequented it - Deathspank. “Death ****ing spank,” Cin smiled. The two shook hands, sharing a moment of bewilderment. “I guess it makes sense,” Deathspank began. “When I saw that letter, I should have known I wouldn’t be the only one to show up.” “You’re right,” Cin realized aloud. “I wonder who else will be here?” A limousine pulled up in front of them. The passenger side window rolled down and a hooded, masked man spoke without turning his head. His voice seemed malformed and engineered. “...Get in.” Cin glanced at Deathspank, who seemed unperturbed. “Let’s do it,” he grinned. The back door opened and Cin and Deathspank threw their suitcases inside. When Cin sat down and looked around, he saw two other people he immediately recognized. “Inasuma? And no_reality_allowed?” Everyone began laughing as they realized what was happening. For some reason they’d been summoned to Los Angeles to reunite with the members of an old message board - and, as Cin remembered, potentially win some cash. “So you got the letter, too?” Inasuma asked. “I can’t believe this is happening,” Cin laughed. He still wasn’t sure why he was here, but he was going to enjoy it while it happened. “Neither can I - oh, and feel free to call me No Reality,” said no_reality_allowed. “It’ll be easier that way.” “Well ****, it’s really nice to meet you guys,” Deathspank said. “Seriously.” "One letter, huh? That's all it took for us to be convinced," Inasuma laughed. "And a bit of cash, too - apparently." "A million a player? That's already 4 million in this car right now," No Reality explained. "And Roxas might play, too," Cin suggested. "That would make 5." "Well we could split that prize pot now and I'd be good with it," Deathspank said. "But who knows how many of us he's brought back to play." “Yo, what was your name again, Deathspank?” Inasuma asked. “Kyle, or something?” Boom. A thud came from the front of the car. The divider between the driver and the passengers lowered and Cin finally saw the masked driver up close. His mask was pitch black, a void, though it had the imprint of the Keyblade icon from the Kingdom Hearts games that had brought them together on its face in gray. That’s not odd at all, Cin gulped. “You,” the driver said, with a deep, mechanical voice. He pointed at Inasuma. “Do not speak each other's real names.” “U-uh,” Inasuma stuttered, looking to Deathspank whose name he’d just uttered. “I’m… sorry? Wait, who do you think you are, anyway?” “That is the rule of the game,” the driver said. Cin trembled at the man’s tone. “What game?” No Reality asked. “You mean for the money we were just talking about?” “Exactly,” the driver answered. “Ok, and your point is? We haven’t even seen Roxas yet. We want to catch up, talk a bit.” “The game has already begun,” was all the driver said. The vibe in the car changed immediately, and Cin felt his muscles tighten in restraint. He liked games, but he didn’t like rules. And it already feels like this game has lots of rules. “Well, ok then,” No Reality mumbled. He looked around the car for sympathy. “It’s time to depart. You will see Roxas when you arrive.” The driver rolled the divider up and Cin felt the engine rumble. He noticed a couple bottles of champagne in the car. “Do you think it’s against the rules to drink that?” he asked. “Let’s find out,” Deathspank said, and he popped a bottle. They grabbed chilled glasses from a cooler and began drinking and cheering. “What a weekend this'll be,” Inasuma said, raising his glass. “To a crazy weekend, and a great time!” cheered No Reality. They laughed and they drank, and before long they were so buzzed that none of them noticed a pipe point down from the roof of the car or the clouds of white gas it began to emit. As everything began to fade, Cin noticed his glass slowly fall from his hand, but by the time it hit the floor he had already fallen unconscious as his limp body crumpled into its seat.
I literally have tears in my eyes
Hahahaaaaa, how about I put you in KH-Vids Royale III and we'll call it good there.
Omg, I was being totally sarcastic but I guess I'll have to get writing LOL
Don't worry, it's only for my personal archives
I don't blame you, people would pay good money for those pics.
KH-Vids Royale III - OUT NOW!!!!!!
The following story is standalone and does not consider the events of KH-Vids Royale I and II to be canon. Players 1 Lauriam 2 Mish 3 Misty 4 Deathspank 5 Jinx 6 Boris the Blade 7 Darkandroid 8 no_reality_allowed 9 Sara 10 Calxiyn 11 kitty_mckechnie 12 Trigger 13 Yozora 14 Rosey 15 Amaury 16 libregkd 17 Cia 18 Cin 19 Explode 20 Hissora 21 Catch the Rain 22 cstar 23 Aelin 24 Risk 25 C 26 GhettoXemnas 27 Tamale 28 EvilMan_89 29 Arch 30 Inasuma Table of Contents Prologue 001 002 003 004 005 006 007 008 009 010 011 012 013 014 015 016 017 018 019 020 021 022 023 024 025 026 027 028 029 030 031 032 033 034 035 036 037 038 039 040 041 042 043 044 045 046 047 048 049 Next Chapter Coming Soon KH-Vids Royale III Prologue The clock struck midnight. “Happy New Year!” “It’s 2022, baby! Get over here!” “Happy New Year, love.” “Oh just kiss me, ya little sexpot.” Michaella kissed her husband Sam under fountains of champagne and confetti as family and friends broke into Auld Lang Syne. The song was already done before she pulled away to stare into his warm eyes. Our first New Year’s as a married couple, she remembered, the weight of her wedding ring fresh on her finger. Sam leaned in for another kiss. “Ewww, that’s so gross, Auntie Mishy!” Michaella looked down to see her niece Rebecca with a scrunched up face. “My teacher said boys have germs and you shouldn’t kiss them.” “They do have germs,” Michaella smiled. “But one day you’ll find someone special to share those germs with.” Rebecca turned pale. “Ugh - wha - no!” “They’re special germs,” Sam added, running his hand through Michaella’s blonde hair. “Germs you should only share with one person.” “Well,” Rebecca second-guessed, “I suppose you can’t really get sick if you’re only sharing them with one person.” “There’s one person out there for all of us,” Sam smiled. “But it might take some time to find them.” Michaella wiped a tear from her eye and nodded. Finding Sam had taken far too long. After years of stumbling through dating both online and in real life, she met Sam two years ago through mutual friends. She was interested after a couple weeks, but previous relationship experience had destroyed her confidence. That’s what made Sam different. He made every effort to show her he loved her. He gave everything. And so she decided to give everything back - even her germs. “We’ll have this conversation again in a few years,” she told her niece. “Let’s see how much you care about germs then.” Rebecca wasn’t the only one who had something to say to Michaella. As she walked around the room swapping celebrations with family members, she had to dodge questions about when she’d be having a child, when she and Sam would be buying a house, and when she might finally graduate university. She kept a glass of champagne close and before long, she only had an aunt and uncle left to catch up with. Samuel pointed to them. “Shall we go see Liv and Derek?” “Yes,” giggled Michaella. Bzzt, bzzt. Michaella’s phone went off in her pocket. She grabbed it and looked at the screen. UNKNOWN NUMBER “Oh, one sec, Sam,” she said. “I’ll meet you over there.” Sam wandered off for a chat and Michaella went toward the staircase. The noise of the party faded away and she answered the phone. “Hi, this is Michaella.” “...” She waited. “Uh - hello, this is Michaella.” There was a short pause before she heard a deep voice. “Mish - ella?” “Yes? Whoever was on the other end of the phone chuckled. “So… this is really her.” “Well, yes, I am me.” “No. You’re the Mish.” A rising gust of wind sent the chime on the front porch into a frenzy. Michaella felt a lump catch in her throat. “Can you elaborate?” The voice breathed. “I just needed to know it was you.” “W-Who is this?” The voice didn’t answer. Michaella heard Sam calling her from the other room. Tell me,” she whispered. “Tell me who you are.” “Find a quiet place, Mish.” Sam was calling her name louder. “I won’t be long babes!” she shouted with her hand over the phone. She jogged to the top of the stairs and found a bathroom. Her clammy fingers fumbled with the lock. Finally, she sat down on the counter. “Ok,” she started. “I’m alone.” “Good. I’d like to start by saying Happy New Year.” What should I say? I’ll start by being polite, I guess. “Uh, Happy New Year to you, too.” “It’s been a long time, Mish. A very long time.” Her heart began to palpitate. This was creepy. “I know you remember who I am.” “I don’t,” Michaella hissed. “I have no ****ing clue who you are!” “You don’t remember me? Your old bestie?” This must be one of my crazy ex boyfriends. Someone who’s just found out about Sam and I. “Look, I don’t know whether this is Adam, or Ryan, or whoever, but I’m going to report you once I find out. It’s New Year's night, and you want to spend it harassing me? Get a life!” “...Adam? ...Ryan?” There was a short pause. “I’m not a former lover, Mish - well, maybe that isn’t entirely true… but we never dated. In fact, we’ve never even met.” “Then who are you, and how do you know who I am!?” “Because I remember everything, Mish.” “Everything? What’s everything?” “Everything. When you walked away. When you wouldn’t hear me say. Please, oh baby, don’t go...” Michaella fell to her knees. A hundred memories of a life came and gone rushed back to her. On her wrist was a tiny tattoo - a heart - and it was the only thing that still connected her to the lyrics she’d just heard. “I know you’re there, Mish. It’s time.” “Time?” she gasped. “For what?” “Time to change your life forever. Or a million times over, with the amount of money I have sitting here right now. I’m calling you because I’d like to play a game, Mish. A game that could change everything. But in order to change your future, you must first return to the past.” “What does that mean!?” she screamed. “Tell me who you are!” “First, open the letter on your doorstep.” Michaella jumped to her feet. No, no, please. She was terrified. Don’t let there be a letter. “The letter, Mish.” She unlocked the bathroom and made her way downstairs. Small dots of snow covered the cobblestone streets on the other side of the glass door. Children were out making their first angels and snowmen of the year and an orange glow from the myriad lamps illuminated the festivities. Michaella saw the corner of an envelope on her porch. She crept closer, as if delaying it any longer might make it disappear. “Have you found it?” She pressed her nose to the glass and looked down. There was a letter pushed up right against the door. “...Yes,” she whispered. “It was good talking to you, Mish. I can’t wait to see you again.” Click. “Hello?” Michaella whispered. There was silence on the other end. The noise of the party came back and she heard Rebecca giggling from the living room. Outside was a serene scene of children playing and people celebrating. She was surrounded by happiness and joy, yet through her cut a nibbling fear. If I want to find out who that was on the phone, I need to open that letter. “Love?” Sam came up behind her and put his arm around her. “You alright?” he wondered. “Not having those digestive issues again, are you?” “No,” Michaella said, deadpan. “What’s happened?” Sam asked. Michaella opened the door and grabbed the letter. As it closed behind her, she gave it to Sam. “I need you to read this to me,” she said. “And I don’t want you to ask me any questions until it’s done.” “Where’d this come from?” Sam asked incredulously. “Is this what’s upset you?” “I’m not upset - I’m just… I’m anxious about what’s inside.” Sam opened the top of the envelope with his thumb. “It’s okay, love. I’m sure it’s nothing more than a late Christmas letter.” As he pulled it from the envelope, Michaella put a hand on her chest. The card featured a character from a video game named Kingdom Hearts. “See, love, it must be one of your internet friends! Isn’t this that Roxas fella from Kingdom Hearts?” Michaella gulped. “This’ll be lovely,” Sam smiled. “Alright, here we go.” “Wait!” Michaella screamed. She heard the noise die down in the back of the house before bubbling back up again. “I don’t want you to read it, Sam. I've changed me mind. Let me do it.” Sam handed her the letter. “But, you’ll tell me what’s in it, right?” “Yes. Of course,” Mish said. She opened the letter and looked inside. She was only one line in before she knew who it was. Dear Mish, It’s been almost 15 years, but I’m back. And I’m offering the greatest prize of them all. One million dollars per player. The game? You won’t find out until you arrive. Your plane ticket is included. I can’t wait to see you again. Love, your favorite forum friend, Roxas
LMFAO Also, you were correct. So huge congratulations! You're now the star of my brand new KH-Vids fanfiction... KH-Vids.net: Abduction! It's a horror story about a forum member who goes to meet an admin in real life and is kidnapped, tortured and murdered. I'll have to post it on an external site due to the planned graphic content. Anyway, congrats again.
