Kingdom Hearts F.I.M: From One To Another

“Pinkie…” Twilight soothed, carefully moving closer to the pink party psycho, “please… put that down.”

Pinkie turned the gun on her, her arms still twitching and shaking, “Don't come any closer or I'll shoot! I'll have a party in here with your unconscious bodies if I have to!”

Twilight quickly moved back to the corner of the Gummy where everyone else had huddled in fear.

“B-be careful…” Shia stammered, Angel was on her shoulder, arms spread protecting her.

“Now don'cha go shootin that thing off in here! It’s dangerous.”

“Put that down before you kill us!” Dash yelled.

“NO! You all forgot my birthday!” It was true, ever since they woke up and left the previous world, Pinkie had been dropping hint after hint after strawberry flavored hint. She was proud to have finally remembered her own birthday, but was crushed when she noticed that everyone else seemed to have forgotten. Seeing them just act like they acted every other day eventually sent her over the edge. Stuff happened, and somehow she ended up with a gun in her hands and tears in her eyes, aiming both of them at her so called friends. Life, amirite?

“No, we didn't!”

“Yes, you did!”

Unfortunately, a certain half dragon chose that moment to stick his spiky green haired head into the cockpit. “Alright! Which one of you ate the rest of my cheetos!?”

Dash replied first. “Dude, who would even eat those spicy things? They literally catch fire in your mouth!”

Spike deadpanned in her direction, “Well tell that to the empty bag sitting on the counter.”

“Um… guys,” Twilight interjected. When both of them looked towards her she pointed at Pinkie who currently had smoke coming out of her ears.

“You!” she pointed at Spike, “Against the wall with the others!”

Spike deadpanned. “Yeeeaaahhh… no. I’m gonna go find my other bag of cheetos. Let me know how this works out though.” With that, he left the girls to their activities.

Without missing a beat Pinkie retrained the gun at Rarity. “Yes you did!”

Dash stepped in front of Rarity. “No! We didn't.”

Pinkie narrowed her eyes. “Prove it!”

Twilight stepped next to Dash. “Ask Maud where we’re headed.”

Pinkie pursed her lips in suspicion. “Maud?”

Current Destination: Agrabah. Calm your rocks, Pinkie, they didn't forget.

“Alright, so what?”

Twilight smiled slightly. “Don’t you know who lives there?”

Everyone relaxed when Pinkie tilted her head in confuzzlement and lowered the dangerous tool.

“Diane, darling, do you remember last year when you read that book on legendary figures?”

She thought about it. “Yeah, I remember begging Master Luna to take me to see one of them.”

“Do y’all remember who it was?”

“Do I?” she exclaimed, eyes sparkling, “He’s only the greatest, funniest, wackiest, all around magical comedian in all the worlds. Legend has it that he helped the old masters end the Dark Seeker era with the power of laughter! Not to mention he’s my personal hero!”

“Uhuh,” said Twilight, motioning for her to go on, “where was his homeworld?”

“His homeworld was some really sandy place, but what does… that... OHMYGOSHNOWAYNOWAYNOWAYNOWAY!”

Pinkie began bouncing herself all around the cockpit of the Gummy, springing from the walls to the floor to the ceiling frantically as she screamed. All of the girls looked at each other and giggled.

“Guess the secret’s out,” Twilight sighed.

“OHMYGOSHOHMYGOSHOHMYGOSHOHMYGOSHOHMYGOSH!”

Dash dodged Pinkie pie as she zoomed past her. “Awesome, cuz I have a question.”

“What is it, Dash?”

“The Dark Seeker got his but kicked ages ago, so how can Genie be still around? Is he, like, immortal or something?”

“Very good observation! He might be, but you see, Dash, every world has it’s own set of absolute laws and rules. Such as the law of physics, and the laws of time and space. Therefore, even though travel between worlds has become common place, with all routes open and easy to travel, each world retains an individual, unique, time flow.”

“Meaning?”

“Basically put, Agrabah has one of the slowest rates of time passage, if not the slowest. Even though centuries have passed for us, for them, it’s probably been around 20 or 30 years since the old masters first came to their world.”

Pinkie’s bouncing ended right next to Twilight when she sprang up and looked her in the eye. “THATS EVEN BETTER!”

Twilight rubbed the side of her head. “Yes, we were planning on having him appear at your party, if he’s willing of course. I would also love to know what the old masters were like.”

“OHHHHH, I loveLoveLOVE you guys.” Pinkie swept everyone up in a gigantic hug, easily squeezing them until they were the same shade of Rarity’s hair.

“Pinkie-squeak-Pie, I mean this is nice an-ugh- everything, but could you possibly.”

“LET US GO!” Dash screamed, finishing Shia’s thought.

Pinkie dropped them all, and began giggling. “Sorry, I’m just so excited to meet my hero! It’s gonna be soooooooooooo AWESOME!” In her excitement Pinkie aimed the gun that was still in her hands up at the glass ceiling, obviously about to shoot.

“NO!”

It was too late, the projectile bounced off the windows, off the wall and hit the floor in between Pinkie and the girls. It exploded and covered the entire cockpit in mountains of streamers, confetti, and deflated balloons.

Twilight sighed as she tried to untangle herself from the many streamers covering her body. “I knew I shouldn't have helped her make that handheld party canon.”

Dash thought of something and deadpanned in Rarity’s direction. “Rarity, why didnt you just use your magic to take it?”

“She would have simply brought out another one… I think.”

“Ahm pretty sure she only had the one.”

While they were arguing, Pinkie had already sat back down in the drivers seat of the Gummy. A maniacal smile spread itself across her face as she switched off the autopilot. Everyone felt the ship begin to speed up, eyes shrinking when they noticed who was at the wheel. Instantly, the girls desperately began to scramble back to their seat. However, they all found it extremely difficult to move through all of the party favors littering the ground and seats. Sadly, there were not able to strap themselves down in time for Pinkie to slam her foot down and zoom ahead full speed.

The group screamed as they slammed against the back door. Pinkie merely sank back into her seat and hollered in glee. Somewhere in all the madness, there was the sound of a bag ripping and angry goaning.

“I cant wait!” she screamed over the others, “I ACTUALLY GET TO MEET THE GENIE OF THE LAMP!”

~~~

A tall man wearing a royal set of white robes strode down the long hallway of his personal castle. His shoulder pads were flared out and pointed with his cape flowing behind him, both indicators of his high status. This was suitable, seeing as there was no one of higher status than the Sultan of Agrabah himself; Aladdin. He had cleanly trimmed goatee and curly black hair oddly topped with a small crimson fez that even after 20 years, he refused to take off. He choose to keep it as a reminder of his street rat origins.

Eventually, he found his destination, a large blue door that he could swear never stayed in the same place. He never paid it much attention because it would make sense when considering whose room it was.

He knocked a few times, “Genie, you in there? he called out. His voice had gotten noticeably deeper over the last two decades.

The door opened and the man was swept up in a crushing hug by a large blue skinned man. He was tall, wore no shirt and only had a small tied back tuft of hair on his head. “Hey there, Al old buddy, what’s got you suddenly visiting your old pal genie in this neck of the castle?”

Aladdin looked up in concern, ignoring the question. “Genie, is there something wrong?”

Genie’s grin laxed for a split second before he recovered and began to noogie Aladdin playfully. “Whaddaya mean, Al old buddy ol pal? I’m fine. No wait. I’m better than fine. IM DROP DEAD SEXY!” he said turning into what had to be the sexiest, most attractive man in the world.

Basically, it was just Genie but with large muscles. “See?”

Aladdin was unconvinced. “Listen, word around the castle is that you’re acting strangely.”

Genie raised one eyebrow, surrounding him was several large flashing signs. Each pointing directly at him and  displaying some sort of message like ‘Look who you’re talking to.’ ‘Genie Here’. One even had a face, and under it read; ‘Ya don’t say??’. They poofed away after a few seconds. Eventually, Genie shook his head, and threw an arm around his friends shoulder.

“Al, Al, Al. Part of being unpredictable, is knowing when to be predictable.” He leaned in a whispered in his friend’s ear. “That’s how you throw them off.”

Aladdin didn't seem convinced. “No, not like that. I mean that you’re acting weird even for you.”

“Hmm,” he hmm’d stroking the long white beard that he had just decided to grow. “Tell me more about these rumors that are ohsoprobablynotreallytruefalse.”

“Listen, I don’t know how to explain it, but for one thing, we rarely see you anymore, here or outside. You don’t even let us know where you go. Not to mention the little things that have changed about you; for example instead of doing something crazy like becoming the door itself, you just opened it normally. I don’t know if it’s just me but-”

Aladdin stopped when he noticed that Genie had disappeared, and in his place was a cardboard cutout of him. Attached to it was a small note that read. “Guess what I am?”

Aladdin sighed. “Fine, I get it, but even if there really is nothing wrong with you. I’ve known you long enough that you can tell me anything.”

Genie gently sat a hand on Aladdin, he had a soft look of appreciation on his face.

Immediately, he swept up the smaller man in another gigantic Genie hug, crushing him against her suddenly grown bosom. Grandma Genie teared up and squeezed him tighter.

“Oh, look at you, all grown up and caring about your friends,” she cried, waterfalls falling from her eyes. She shifted Aladdin into a strong one armed hug and, using the other, put two of her fingers within an inch of each other, a small 1 year old Aladdin appearing between them. “I remember when you were only this big and I had to change your little lie lie diapers. They-sniff- they grow up so fast.” Genie dropped the real Aladdin, stretched the small one into a hankie that had baby Aladdin’s face, and blew his nose into it.

The real, adult Aladdin picked himself up, chuckling lightly. “I didnt lie that much,” he mumbled. “But seriously, I may not have phenomenal cosmic power,” he said, throwing his hands into the air, imitating Genie, “but I can still listen if you have a problem.”

All genie did was thrust a large white sign into Aladdins arms, reading, “I WORRY TOO MUCH!”

Genie shrugged. “Seriously, Al, do I have to write it on my forehead.” Pulling out a mirror and turning around, he actually tried to do so. “I swear, I could reshape the cosmos into a chew toy, but I can't write a backwards A to save my life,” he muttered, somehow managing to write the A upside down.

“Alright man,” he said, turning around and walking back the way he came. “I’ll get outta your hair. I’m taking some of the guard out on another search, can you watch Jazz and the boys till I get back?”

Through the mirror, Genie watched his concerned friend walk away. The second he turned the corner, Genie’s smiling face became one of sadness. Slowly, he opened his door and walked inside. “That Al’s just too sharp for his own good,” he sighed, looking back down the hall where Aladdin disappeared to. “I can’t keep going like this…” he said, shutting the door completely.

Abu screeched angrily. “OO, ooh ah!”

He jumped when, sitting on his bed, he saw two things. One was a small brown furred monkey, wearing a small purple vest and a similar red fez to the one his owner and best friend wore. The other was a living piece of floating fabric named Flying Carpet. Even without eyes or arms it still managed to cross it’s corners, and shake it’s head alongside the monkey who did the same thing.

“OHHHhhhhey there little buddy, didnt see ya come in. I mean seriously, say something next time. Nearly scared the blue off me,” he said, still trying to act like his normal self by having his blue colored skin melt to the ground.

Abu continued to glare at him.

Genie dropped the facade and leaned back against the door. “Yeah, I know, but I can’t just spring this on him, not when Jazz is bakin the third cookie. He’d probably go on some big ol’ journey to fix it.” As he talked, a glass of water appeared in his palm. Gazing into it Genie observed, a small ship. At the head if the ship stood a tiny Aladdin, pointing outward. On Aladdin’s shoulder, stood a blue parrot with Genie’s face. Sitting on the Genie’s beak was a glass of water with a tiny ship in it. The entire thing poofed out of existence almost immediately after being conjured, rendering this prolonged description pointless.

“Ah, Ahah ah oo,” Abu screeched worriedly.

Genie looked down and sighed. He sat down on the ground and leaned back against the door. “I have been looking for a way, but everyday it get’s harder. Doesn't help that I can’t think straight when I’m looking.”

Abu and the Magic Carpet both came over and comforted the blue man they’ve both known for so long.