For the past prompt, I was thinking about how sora reacts when he first accessed the anti-form. It seems like something that would terrify someone and that each time he uses it, he feels like he's losing himself.
He’s not losing himself. He is himself–for the first time in a long, long time.
In what feels like forever.
He can feel the cold of the castle draft and the beating of his heart all the way out into the tips of his fingers, and the air goes down cold and whole into his lungs.
He’s never been more alive.
…
He’s groggy when he wakes up. He’s groggy, but he’s on his feet, which is weird. Or, sort of on his feet. He’s crouching in the corner of a stone room and feels like he’s just run a marathon–but still brings his hands up to his eyes, like he’s got to rub away the nonexistent sleep-sand.
Ugh. He aches.
“Donald?” he yawns, realizing he’s out of breath–not panting. He’s just forgotten to breathe. Happens when you’re tired. “Goofy?”
“…Sowa?”
…Donald peeks around from behind a corner, partly hidden by the pillar. He’s clutching his staff, and Sora hops up at the sight and summons his weapon, even though he didn’t hear a fight–
But when he does, Donald flinches back. And so Sora turns around to see what scared him, and– there’s nobody there.
…
When he turns back to Donald, Goofy’s there too. He’s not hiding behind the pillar, and his shield’s on his back. He’s not looking at any enemy behind them.
He’s looking at Sora.
“…Haha. What’s going on you two? Do I have something on my face?” He scratches his cheek and dismisses his keyblade with a wave.
But Goofy doesn’t laugh so… maybe if there is something on his face, it’s really bad?
…and then come the words that Sora only heard in his nightmares anymore. The ones about white walls and white eggs, and girls in white dresses with bright satin sashes.
“Sora, gowrsh… d’you remember anythin’ from just now?”
And Sora doesn’t.
