The Nobody's Regret

by Synthetic Soul


II.

I know what you’re thinking. What’s Roxas doing in Equestria? And why am I apologizing to Princess Luna? Well my story is a long one. Like really long. Over a thousand years long. It started in a different time, in a different world. I wasn’t always called Roxas. I wasn’t always able to wield the Keyblade, or do magic. It all started the day I went to that convention.

1500 years ago

I sat down on a chair, in front of the mirror inside my hotel room. I had my hair spiked up, at an attempt to replicate Roxas’s. My mom stood behind me, and shook a can of temporary hair paint. She then began to spray my head gold, as it was the closest color we could find. Once she finished, I walked over to the bed, and picked up my costume. I’d always wanted an organization 13 coat, ever since I first saw them. They always looked so cool.

I wish mine were a bit better though. I liked it, but it wasn’t as accurate as it looked on the website. It only had one zipper that zipped all the way up. Because of this, I couldn’t really run, or anything, not that I needed to, but still. It did come with a decent chain, but the ends were white tape, instead of looking as accurate as it should. But hey, it looked cool, and I looked awesome in it.

You see, after my high school graduation, my mom decided to reward me with a trip to Comicon. It kind of sucked that I couldn’t bring my Keyblade though. I had a metal Keyblade replica that I got in Vegas. It wasn’t completely accurate, it had a long cap on the top, and the hilt swiveled. It’s like the one Egoraptor has, if you’ve seen Game Grumps. I put some tape in it, to stop the swivel, and I also shortened the extremely long chain. What sucks though, is that I couldn’t bring it with me on the plane. I had hopes that I’d be able to find a cooler one at the convention, that I could use for my costume, and then have shipped to my home.

Once I was ready, my mom and I went to the convention. She carried my costume in her purse, because it was hot out, and thus not a good idea to wear a black plastic coat.

When we arrived, I was a little nervous about wearing my costume. I didn’t see a whole lot of other people in costume, and I’d never cosplayed before. The line looked long, but luckily we had VIP passes, so we got in sooner. Once we got in, I found it to be a decent enough temperature to wear my costume. Once I put it on, my mom let me go off, and search around. I found a lot of cool stuff; there were replicas, toys, art, and comics (who knew!).

After a few hours though, I found myself bored. I’d seen and looked at everything this place had to offer. I’d seen the replicas, and I’d seen the art, and I’d seen the toys. But honestly, nothing really interested me. There wasn’t really a whole lot of interesting stuff here. Most of the toys and replicas were for games, and movies I’d never played, or seen.

I was just about to head back to a toy booth that was selling some cool stuff, when out of the corner of my eye, I saw a booth that I hadn’t seen before. I turned to look at it, and my eyes widened when I saw it. The vendor was dressed in a Resident Evil Merchant cosplay, so I couldn’t see his face. And at his booth was a bunch of merchandise that instantly caught my attention.

As I made my way towards the booth, I couldn’t help but wonder why I hadn’t seen the booth before. I’d made my way around the convention hall a couple of times, so you’d think I would’ve noticed it before. Maybe it just set up.

When I arrived at the booth, I saw a lot of cool things. There were tons of replicas, swords, guns, costume pieces, ECT. But what really caught my attention, was the items that I needed to complete my costume; 3 Keyblades. The first was the standard Kingdom Key. It was way better than the one I have at home; it was a perfect replica, though it appeared to be made out of wood.

The others were highly detailed replicas of Oathkeeper, and Oblivion. Those were the ones I really wanted, but I probably only had enough money for one, and having either Oathkeeper, OR Oblivion would look weird. I’m kind of OCD like that, so I decided to go with the Kingdom Key.

“Welcome traveler,” said the booth operator.

“Hi,” I replied.

“So, anything catch your interest? Ooh, let me guess, those Keyblades right?” he asked as he pointed back over his shoulder.

“Yeah.”

“Oathkeeper and Oblivion, right?”

“Well I probably only have enough for one, but I probably can’t get that one either. I’m going home on a plane, so I can’t bring a Keyblade home,” I said in a somber tone. The merchant was silent for a moment, and then he spoke again.

“Well, I’ll tell you what. I’ll give you all three for $150. You can take the standard Keyblade around for the remainder of the convention, and then bring it back to me, and I’ll mail all three to your address. How does that sound?”

“Wow, that sounds Awesome!” I should have suspected something then, but I was a fool to trust the inherit goodness of man. Plus, I was really excited about making off with not one, but three Keyblades. So, I gave the man my money, and mailing address, and he gave me the Kingdom Key. I said goodbye, and left with the replica. I spent a few more hours walking around, and doing nothing, until I ran in to my mom.

“Where did you get that?” she asked.

“I got it from one of the booths. The guy there gave me three of these for $150, and he’s even going to mail them to our house!”

“You realize that you have no more money to spend the rest of our time here? And how do you know that that guy is going to honor his word? He could’ve just taken you money, and not sent you anything?”

I tried to explain to my mom that everything was fine, but she insisted on seeing the booth, and looking at what I bought. She was kind of mad that I’d spent so much money, without letting her know. She also didn’t trust that this guy was actually going to send the Keyblades.

I led her to where the booth was. But when we arrived, the booth was gone! In its place, was a stand selling metal statues of characters from games.

“Well, where’s it at?” asked my mom.

“It was right there!” I said, pointing to where the booth once was.

“Well, I don’t see it.”

“But it was right there, just a few hours ago!” I started getting anxiety, thinking that this guy had stiffed me. It was then, that I started feeling lightheaded. I thought it was the current stress of the situation. I put a hand to my head, and leaned against a booth.

“Are you alright?” asked my mom. I tried to answer, but I couldn’t form words. Then, the Keyblade in my hand started to burn, even through my glove! I tried to let it go, but my hand wouldn’t open, no matter how hard I tried! I looked down at my hand, and saw that the Keyblade was starting to glow white, presumably with heat.

My mom tried to help me, but all of a sudden my vision started going white as well. I couldn’t see anything, as I stumbled around. Then I started screaming, as the heat from my hand started to spread through out my body. Then, my vision went from white, to black. I guess that was when I became unconscious.