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By signing this agreement, I, Axel , will agree to never, EVER, do any of the following on this sheet of paper. Failing to do so will be punishable by either seven minutes in a closet with Marluxia, or three weeks of being Xemnas’s “Secretary”. Note I,  Axel  will not be able to choose which punishment is given. _________________________________________________________________ 1.No one in the Organization is a “booty pirate” and shall not be referred to as one. 2.Including Xigbar. 3.Zexion is not emo, nor is he gothic. 4.Neither is Roxas. 5.When given a task, you are not to shirk it off until the last moment. 6

Things Saïx can no longer do… 1. I am no longer allowed to use Axel as a punching bag. 2. Neither am I allowed to use Demyx. 3. Or Zexion. 4. Or Roxas. 5. Even if it stops me from killing something furry 6. I am no longer allowed to sing "Can't fight the moonlight". 7. Or quote/hum/whistle it. 8. ‘Deep Meditation’ is not an excuse for sleeping during meetings. 9. I must not chew Luxord’s cards to pieces because he beat me at poker. 10. ‘He’s a cheating b*****d’ does not and will not justify the above statement. I should know he cheats by now. 11. I am not allowed anything even remotely alcoh

When Saix goes berserk, Vexen gets raped... And when Vexen gets raped, Axel gets the hots for Roxas... And when Axel gets the hots for Roxas, Zexion does some baking... And when Zexion does some baking, Xigbar is shooting mindless targets... And when Xigbar is shooting mindless targets, Marluxia is picking out a new sunhat... And when Marluxia is picking out a new sunhat, Luxord is offering a game of strip poker to everyone... And when Luxord is offering a game of strip poker, Demyx is performing a musical with his water clones... And when Demyx is performing a musical, Roxas is running from Axel... And when Roxas is running f

Song: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_FuTJwVD4P8 Just to say: I am so sorry, it just appeared in my head, and I needed to write this! Ahh please don't kill me! D: ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ You were walking home on a warm day, your hair flowing gently behind you. It was a simply perfect day for you. Nothing special happened, it was just...perfect! Everything was simply the way you wanted it. And it looked like it was going to be perfect for the rest of the day. But then something happened. As you walked up to your house, you saw something blue flying in the air. You squinted at it; firstly you had no idea what it was. Then you realized i

"Can I please sing it again, one more time?" "Absolutely not, (Name)." "Pleeeeeeease?" "No." "Please." "NO!" "But Ghirrrry...." "No. And don't call me that." You huffed and folded your arms. You looked straight at him, attempting your best puppy eyes. He simply glared at you. "Ugh...fine." He said eventually. You grinned in triumph. Before he could change his mind, you were already standing up. You were wearing brown dungarees with a white blouse. You had a red tie, and were wearing white socks with a red and blue stripe, and with black, shiny shoes. Yep, you were dressed as Spongebob. You grabbed the straps of your dungarees, and

    "Slendy." y/n said, as she/he sat upside down on the office chair, staring at the neat printed copies of paper that were slowly forming into a tower on Slenderman's desk. She/he had been sitting there for nearly an hour trying to pull him away from his stupid work, and alas, nothing seemed to be working. "Slenderman, Please." No response. Just the sounds of fingers swiftly connecting with the keyboard buttons, rapidly typing long sentences on God knows what subject. Y/n never did understand what it was exactly was that Slenderman actually did besides lure people to their death. She/He didn't really wish to know either. "Slender." Y/n s