Mad at Mouse Part 39

I must have been really out of it not to notice there was a Keyblader practically on my doorstep last night.

Well, I knew that already, my mind is still throwing up strange images and words.

I don’t think Doofenschmirtz noticed I was having problems, or if he did he hadn’t said anything.

We were in the same part of lunacy for who knows how long.

He did seem to be keeping an eye on me, but that might have been because I was carrying Perry who appeared to be dozing off.

Doofenschmirtz kept talking and it was nice, the words washed over me and reaffirmed my vocabulary. I responded to a question, barely paying attention to my answer as I shielded my eyes from the windblown sand.

And I know there must be something wrong with my mind because

Twilight! Right in front of me.

His hands are out and free of his Keyblade, but that won’t last for long.

He’s babbling, King, stars, darkness, coming with me, yadda, yadda, yadda.

Or maybe I’m just out of focus.

“We don’t have time for this.” I interrupt, only there’s a flicker of confusion in the Keyblader’s eyes. I take a step to continue on, and abruptly there is a noise, it sounds like someone is ringing all the bells in the World at the same time, I waver and there’s a Keyblade in my path.

“Is that a weapon?” Doofenschmirtz asks, circling around to get a better look. Perry has tensed in my arms, but he isn’t reacting, still pretending to be asleep.

Twilight is giving Doofenschmirtz a wary look and not answering.

There’s odd little black dots in my vision, is something coming?

“It’s a Keyblade Heinz.” I respond to his interest, trying to track the spots without appearing to look at them. “A Soul bound blade. It lends it’s power to those it judges worthy.”

Twilight seems to calm slightly at my explanation.

“You know about Keyblades?” He asks, and I nod discreetly.

“Pfft. And how do these blades judge worthiness?” Doofenschmirtz asks, his voice full of derision.

“Strength of Heart and Conviction.” Twilight states firmly, it’s easy to tell he has taken offense at that. I suppose it’s easy to see why, Doofenschmirtz appears to be questioning his worthiness. I don’t think that’s it, Doofenschmirtz is never that clear cut, but my head is fuzzy and there’s sand in my mouth.

“Each Keyblade is different.” I add for Doofenschmirtz, “They look for various traits. Heart is important but there are other things they value.”

Twilight looks interested, but I gesture towards the factories. “We need to move Twilight.”

“My name is Riku.” He growls at me, ignoring the fact that we are too exposed out here.

I shrugged, and black lights zig zag across my vision. “Your mouth says Riku, your heart sings Twilight. Which do you think I should believe?”

Twilight rubs at the bridge of his nose. “Why don’t you make sense?”

“Concussion!” Doofenschmirtz declared, coming to stand beside me again, “You should have heard the crazy stuff she was spouting last night! It was insane, all about War and darkness and puddings out to get her.”

And Riku looked even more confused. We really didn’t have time for this.

“What’s a concussion?” He asks and for a moment me, Doofenschmirtz and yes, even Perry stare at him in disbelief.

“I am going to use really small words” Doofenschmirtz says, “Itsy bitsy words. A concussion is when a person hits their head really hard and all their brains go mushy.”

Riku looks at me, “Oh.” Considers this, and in a moment of prescience I know what is going to happen next. “Cure.” And I’m flooded with healing energy.

Uh no.

Everything went black.