Mimi quickly and quietly closed the door behind her and stared longing at it, giving a heavy sigh. Maleficent had to ruin it for her, didn’t she? Just as she was having fun, and come on, without HER help, Maleficent wouldn’t know where Riku was! She was the one that found him, not her! She thought angrily as she stomped through the hallways, her angry feet echoing in it’s vast nothingness. Despite the large mansion in which they resided in, there was hardly ever anyone there besides Maleficent and herself. Occasionally the Lords from the other worlds that all conspired against the world of the Light came together to forge a new evil plot, but that was only on Sundays. Normally she would walk around the place aimlessly, surprised how she could find a new place almost every day, a new corner, a new store room, even a new floor that was hidden before she would find. But now she had no time, nor did she feel like it, so she trotted towards her room…in the basement. Her door was a hidden one, but it seemed out of place in the mansion. It’s splintered wooden frame appeared rotten and neglected, and the hinges on the door were red and rusted, plus, the darn thing never seemed to close right. Figures, she thought carelessly throwing the door open, hoping she added another dent into the wall. The stairs matched the door, in looks as well as stability. The winding pathway was all but visible, for the only were two candles, one at the top, revealing the entrance, and one at the bottom, revealing the exit and it didn’t help the twelfth stair also had a large hole from where her foot crashed through one time (sometimes Mimi forgot such things, and if she were to be angry, her memory failed her, causing her to get caught and crashing face forward into a pile of splintered wood. Not fun). Once you started to walk down, the darkness would engulf you, and until you made it to the bottom, you were lost in total darkness.
After making her way down the winding pathway, she found herself at the foot of the stairs, her unwelcoming room waiting for her to arrive, almost like the meeting of in-laws, or a horrid teacher. You hated them, but no matter what, they were always going to be there; that was the way she felt about her room. This room was not lavish and comfortable like the one upstairs, and the only furniture in the room was a bed and a nightstand, that held two candles for little light and her hairbrush. The room was barren, no books to read, not even anything for her to doodle upon (if she had anything to doodle with). Her bathroom was hardly enough to be called a bathroom, rusted, chipped, and always cold water spurting occasionally when it wanted. Showers were a pain, for whenever she tried to get it to come out more than a little drip, it would spray obnoxiously into her face as if it was laughing at her. With a room like this, it was no wonder that she spent all of her time outside.
Flopping onto her board for bed she stared at the spongy ceiling, almost certain all the water leaks went straight to her room.
“I wonder…” she said out loud, her thoughts drifting like clouds in the vast sky, “what kind of guy…Riku is…” she asked, sounding as if she almost expecting something to answer her back. She slowly closed her eyes, and formed a mental image of him.
“From…another world?” the statement left an unusual aftertaste in her mouth, and the words seemed weird to say. She tried to imagine what another world would look like, compared to her own at least. Also since she’d actually never left her own world. Confined to the strict quarters of the mansion and Maleficent horrid ways, she’d never even seen past the large waterfalls, well except for that one time when she broke the barriers, but that didn’t count. Not that it would matter, only herself, the heartless, and of course Maleficent lived in this deserted hell.
Suddenly everything seemed smaller, more confined, clostrophic even. It was choking her, and she felt that everything was coming down upon her; she couldn’t take it.
She darted from the room, racing up the stairs, her head spinning wildly, and for a moment, her brain had a memory lapse, and the twelfth stair got the better of her.
“AAH!” she screamed, lunging for something (hopefully the banister) to grab onto in the dark staircase. Sinking her nails into the first thing she felt, she was surprised that it was so…fleshy?