A large, black pot sat in the middle of the dungeon room, darkness boiling out of it like lava as a girl with long raven-black hair and stunning red eyes hovered over it, laughing. She sat on a dark Keyblade like a witch on a broomstick.
"What will you do now, heroes?" She taunted the threesome, "unless you can stop it, my army will rise from the very depths of the Realm of Darkness and shroud this world in eternal darkness!"
"Shut up, Xelysha!" One of them shouted at the demented witch. The person was a girl with brown hair that went down to her shoulders and brown eyes; she glared at Xelysha from her balcony that loomed over the pot. She then changed her focus to the pot that was still boiling a dark mess. The brunette knew what she had to do, she had to dive into the pot and destroy its darkened brew from the inside, but the act could end her short life. A boy's voice called from behind, pulling her out of her thoughts.
"Don't do it, Aiko! We'll find another way!" The boy with long silver hair and turquoise eyes attempted to talk her out of jumping.
"Yeah, what Riku said! There has to be another way," the third member of the group agreed, his brown hair in unpredictable spikes and eyes as blue as the bluest skies.
"I have to do this. I'm sorry, Riku, Sora," Aiko regretfully replied. Before anyone could react, she immediately jumped head first into the pot.

Just then the tiny apartment went dark.
"So not cool," the boy with red eyes and white hair that stood up in big spikes on his head sighed, "I was watching that." With each word he muttered, his teeth sharp like a shark's showed.
"Soul! The power went out again; can you help me with this?" A voice from one of the bedrooms called out to Soul as he stood up from the couch. He nonchalantly walked over to the room the voice came from and opened the door.
"What is it, Maka?" Soul questioned as he stepped into the small bedroom. Maka, a girl with solid green eyes and dirty-blonde hair that was up in two ponytails looked up at Soul from her spot in front of her desk, which was covered in textbooks. He knew immediately what she was going to say and sighed, "I'll go get the flashlight." Soul walked off only to return a few minutes later with a flashlight, he turned it on and pointed it at the textbooks.
"Thank you, Soul." Maka gratefully responded as she continued reading and taking notes. "I heard a bit of that show you were watching, it sounded pretty intense."
"Yeah it was. Hey, Maka, if you were in Aiko's position what would you do? Would you jump too?" Soul watched as Maka stopped what she was doing to think carefully about her answer.
"I think I probably would."
"Even though you could die?"
"Yeah, I'd take that chance. Now be quiet, I'm trying to study!"
"You started the conversation," Soul muttered as he looked out the window. Just then something fell from the sky towards Death Weapon Meister Academy, it looked like a shooting star but something about it seemed different from an actual shooting star. "What's that? Some kind of shooting star?"
"It probably is one, Soul." Maka casually responded, not looking up from her notes.
"I don't think so; it's heading straight for the Academy! I'm going to go check it out," Soul headed for the front door of their apartment, taking the flashlight with him.
"Soul!" Maka ran after him.

Soul reached the top of the stairs to the Academy and started searching the ground with the flashlight. His eyes widened when he found an unconscious Aiko on the ground. Maka ran over to him, stopping to catch her breath, and stared in surprise at who they found.
"That's impossible," Maka gasped, "She's just an anime character! She's not real!"