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JK: AGH! I HAVE WRITER'S BLOCK ON BUBBLEGUM!

Disclaimer: I own nothing.

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"WHAT? No, anything but that!" Vexen was on his knees at the Superior's feet. "I'll do anything!"

"Vexen, stand up. I'm not changing my mind. Demyx, stop pouting." Xemnas replied.

"But-" Demyx began.

"But nothing. Get going." Xemnas pointed at the door. Both trudged out.

"Don't you DARE touch anything." Vexen warned, climbing into the cockpit of the Gummi Ship.

"Scout's-"

"Don't even tell me."

"But-"

"No."

"I-"

"No!"

"Just-"

"NO!"

"Listen-"

"What part of 'NO' don't you understand?"

"The N and O." Demyx answered. "Can't we teleport?"

"No."

"Can I take some movies?"

"Yes."

"SWEET!" Demyx screamed, running out of the room. He came back in with an armful of movies. Vexen checked them and sighed.

"No horror movies. You remember the Nightmare On Elm Street incident? You couldn't sleep for a week!"

"But-"

"But nothing."

"This is all I have!"

"Put them back."

"I have a musical!"

"Little Shop Of Horrors!" Vexen said, reading the box. "Look closely Demyx, HORRORS!"

"But…but…" Demyx's eyes filled with tears. "It's funny…"

(No! Can't resist! Too cute!) "Okay, fine."

"YAY!" Demyx yelled. For the fist 3 hours, Demyx sat watching Steven King's IT. Vexen glanced at the screen and flinched.

(How can he like this shit?) Vexen thought. Demyx looked like he was hit by Dead Lights the way he was staring at the screen.

(Bill! No! It's an illusion!) Demyx almost screamed out loud. Vexen saw him flinch toward the end.

"Ewww… THAT'S IT? Ewww…." Demyx said, clearly disgusted. Vexen rolled his eyes.

-Four Horror Movies And A Very Terrified Demyx Later-

"…I'm not falling asleep tonight…" Demyx muttered.

"I TOLD YOU!" Vexen screamed. "Would you listen? No…No one respects their elders these days…"

"Put the emphasis on elders, old man!" Demyx said, trying not to laugh.

"Don't make me pull over!"

"Good God…you act like I'm really misbehaving. You haven't seen anything yet, old man."

"Demyx!"

"What? It's true! You said so yourself! You're an old man!"

"DEMYX!"

"Old man, old man, old man…" Demyx chanted over and over.

"You're asking for it, young man."

"Ooooh…" Demyx said, his voice full of mock fear. "I'm shaking in my 'I Love Rock n' Roll' boxer shorts!"

"…Okay…I really didn't have to know what kind of boxers you wear…"

AN:
JK: Okay. Demyx gets really bored next, and Vexen gets mad! Later!