Through My Bedroom Window (Sora × Reader)

Chapter 3: The Portal

*Your POV*

You are startled awake by what sounds like thunder.  You sit upright in bed, rubbing your eyes as you remember you left your window open.

The clock on your nightstand reads 11:48 PM.  You haven't gotten much sleep yet, so hopefully the storm will die down soon.

This must be the storm that delayed Ellie's flight, you think to yourself as you get out of bed to close the window.  Maybe Ellie made a good call deciding to stay at her dorm this weekend.  It looks pretty dangerous out there.  The wind is whipping through the trees, threatening to blow the neighbor's tiny tree over.  Rain is pounding down on the rooftops, every few seconds dying down to a mist, then back again.  You reach up to close your window, when panic washes over you.  You push down as hard as you can, but it won't budge.  Your room will be soaked by the time the storm is over, even if it ends in 10 minutes.  And you know for a fact that your parents won't be too happy to pay to re-carpet your floor.  You persist on trying to shut the window, but no matter how hard you try, it won't move.

As you push all your weight against the window to try to get it to shut, you see something moving in the backyard.  Something that makes you freeze.

In the middle of the backyard, you can see a swirling light.  It starts out small, but grows bigger, about the size of your bedroom door.  At first you think it's just a trick of the light, that the lightning is altering your vision.  But as you blink several times, the light is still there.  What the heck?!  You run out of your room, grabbing your flip-flops along the way, forgetting about the window altogether.

You run down the stairs as quickly and as quietly as you can, without wanting to wake up your parents, and almost trip as you attempt to run and put your flip-flops on at the same time.  When you get downstairs, you open the sliding back door and run outside, in the rain and wind, entranced by the glowing light.  You don't know what it is, but all you know is that you want to go to it.  It draws you in, making you feel welcome.  It's like--

You stop as you see something inside the light.  You are shaken out of a trance, and can now feel the pounding rain and the chill of the wind.  You've almost forgotten how you got out here, but when you see the open back door and the light, you remember.  You focus your attention back on the swirling light, this time being more cautious as you try to make out what's inside it.

You slowly make your way towards it, but keeping your distance in case something were to happen.  You can make out what looks like a human, a dark figure, that you now realize is growing bigger.  It's causing the light to change color, from white to purple, and back to white again as someone emerges from the swirling light.

You almost gasp aloud as you recognize who the person is.

He wears a long black and white coat with armor, and white gloves.  He has on grey boots and black pants.  Under his coat, he is wearing a white button-up shirt with only a few buttons together.  He has long white hair and dark skin.  Across his chest is a black heart with a red 'x' over it.

You know exactly who he is.

It's Ansem.  Ansem is in on your lawn.  He's right in front of  you!

You almost gasp aloud but cover your mouth just in time.  You duck down behind the bushes so he doesn't see you.  If that really is Ansem, you know that you need to keep away from him.

You peek through the branches to see if he saw you.  But you can't see him.  Where did he go?

Your thoughts are interrupted when you feel a hand grab your arm, lifting you with ease, and throw you across the lawn.  He saw you.  Shoot.

"Get up!" you hear him say.  You scramble to your feet, ignoring the fact that you are now covered in mud on one side.

He looks you up and down, scowling at you.  You try to hide your fear by putting on a brave face, scowling back at him.

"You!  What is your name?"

"Y/N," you reply, grateful you didn't mess up your speech.

"Why are you here?"

"This - this is my house."  Dang it.

If he noticed your stutter, he doesn't acknowledge it.  Instead, he merely chuckles.  This frightens you even more.  "There must be great darkness here for me to be able to open a portal to this world.  Tell me--what world is this?"

"What world?" you ask.

"I will ask the questions!" he booms, making you flinch.

"Earth!" you say without hesitation.

"Earth, you say?" He smiles.  No, it's not a smile -- he's grinning.  You can feel the color draining from your face.  "Excellent.  I've finally found it.  And now that I have, I no longer need you."

Oh.  Crap.

He rises up, levitating just inches from the ground.  He summons his weapon, a double-ended keyblade staff.  You barely have time to run when he starts toward you, weapon arched behind him.  You try running inside and locking the door, but he seems to have created an invisible wall, keeping you from escaping.  You have no choice but to try to tire him out.  You don't know how the heck you're supposed to do that.  There's you, a defenseless teenager who can barely run even when it's not muddy outside, against Ansem, seeker of darkness, with the power of both magic and weaponry on his side, and who could easily kill you without his power.

You dodge this way and that, ducking and rolling whenever you need to.  He swings his staff this way and that, sometimes just missing you by a hair.  The storm isn't helping either; it's causing you to slip and slide with every step you take, threatening to make you fall over and sprain your ankle.  That's not even the worst that could happen if you do trip.

No matter what you do, he's always right behind you, attack ready.  You try to punch him a few times, but he always backs out of the way and takes a swing at you.  You've never run for this long before, but you can feel adrenaline coursing through your veins, powering you through each second.  Just a little longer, you tell yourself, but you know it's no use.  Eventually, he's going to kill you.

"You join me or die!" he shouts as he takes another swing at you.  You jump out of the way, but this time, he hits you.  The blade makes contact with your leg, and you scream in pain.  You roll to the ground, clutching your leg.  Out of the corner of your eye, you can see him advancing toward you, ready to take on last strike.  You back away from him, until you hit the fence.  You can't outrun him.  This is it.  You slump down in defeat, closing your eyes.  You didn't realize how tired you were.

You sit there, waiting, almost wanting to beg him to get it over with.  But the hit doesn't come.

What is he waiting for?  Your eyes flutter open, and you almost don't believe what you see.

Someone is fighting off Ansem, and they're doing a much better job than you were.  Wait.  Not someone.  Three someones.

You're too tired and weak to register who they are.  All you know is that they saved you.  "Thank you," you whisper as you close your eyes once more and everything goes dark.