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She’s very susceptible to fire, which is why she lived in a part of Hotland that wasn’t surrounded by lava. She doesn’t regulate heat very well so it’s easy for her to overheat. This is why cold, dark and slightly damp places are her favourite.

If you were to torch her with a flamethrower, she’d have no defense. Her webs would burn and her carapace would start to crack and peel off and flake away into dust. Then she’d become an ash spider. Very painful.

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He scoffed a little. “Yes, that must explain it. Cosmic punishment for all I’ve done wrong. Karma’s a bitch, and all that. Although I must say, I think the universe overdid its retribution in my case.”

Who was he kidding? The things he’d done, they absolutely justified the events he’d suffered the past few years.

Just like any other normal day Roxas is minding his business, wandering around the city with about nothing to do, no plans, nothing whatsoever. It’s kind of boring he isn’t going to lie. It gets to him even worse now, seeing how people are coming together, getting with friends, their beloved others, family, so it seems that’s what the cheer of the quickly approaching Christmas does. He isn’t going to say it out loud but it makes him sad..not too sad yet thankfully but sad enough to where he gets a bit upset of seeing everybody so happy. Well what about him? Just someone to get tossed to the side or something? He sighs to himself, he has no one to blame but himself in the end so he better suck it up soon.

He sighs and rests his hands behind his head. “What do I have to complain about..” He says to himself to then be stopped by a man who springs out of a building..the building resembling some sort of theater. “P-Please I need your help!” Roxas can just hear the plea in his voice, he looks panicked, alarmed, and the sight’s right before him so how can he deny anything. “S-Sure lead the way mister.” The man nods and runs back into the theater, Roxas assumes there’s something bad happening in there to which he summons his keyblades and runs after him, preparing himself for anything. The man runs through the main hall with Roxas closely behind him. Slamming the doors wide open and Roxas charges right in to hear-! “H~H~Hey guuuuys! I found the boy who’ll take the role for the nutcracker in our play!” Cue the cheering of some.

Roxas stops, as if someone pressed the pause button on him.

Record scratch. Freeze frame. ‘Yup that’s me. You’re probably wondering how I ended up in this situation..because so am I!’ “E-Excuse me?” He questions.

What he assumes is the man in charge of this play places his arm over his shoulder and begins to lead him to the stage. “The nutcracker and the mouse king, you silly goose! You’re gonna be our nutcracker!” He beams. “Please place those hideous keys away you don’t need them.” He adds to which Roxas complies once he’s on stage with the rest. “Alright peoples! We have exactly a week to get this done so I want it done right!” Apparently it’s for motivation.