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This AU takes place after Chapter 1 when the Fun Gang spared King Spade. There is no Cyber World.
The scene is the hallway where Kris meets Susie. Kris stares at Susie as she eats a piece of chalk.
"...Oh, hey Kris," she said.
She smirked. "...I got a question... Was any of that... real?"
"Ralsei... Lancer... the... the guards..."
Kris shrugged.
Susie violently grabbed Kris.
"We NEED to go back, Kris!" she said in a rather loud tone.
Susie drags Kris to the original closet up on the left and straight forward.
Kris and Susie had barely stepped into the Dark World when the familiar, gentle glow of Ralsei’s castle greeted them. The soft hum of the strange yet comforting realm felt almost nostalgic—like returning to an old dream. As they walked through the quiet halls, expecting to see Ralsei, a loud, boisterous voice shattered the peace.
“Hohoho! If it isn’t mine fairest rivals! Verily, I demandeth a rematch!”
Lancer burst onto the scene, his usual goofy grin plastered across his face as he slid across the floor. Now in more of a teal hue and a cape with his initials on it. He struck a heroic pose, dramatically pointing at Kris and Susie as if he were issuing a great challenge.
Susie smirked, cracking her knuckles. “Oh yeah? You think you can take us this time, dude?”
Lancer giggled, already bouncing on his heels. “I’ve been training SUPER hard! I even practiced with my reflection! It said I was REALLY good!”
Kris and Susie humored Lancer, sparring with him in what could barely be called a fight—he mostly flailed around and tripped over himself. After a few minutes of playful battling, Lancer finally fell onto his back, wheezing from laughter more than exhaustion.
“Phew… I am… defeated!” he gasped dramatically. “Thy skills are truly unmatched!”
As the playful atmosphere settled, Lancer’s expression dimmed slightly. He leaned back on his arms, staring at the castle ceiling. “Y’know… things feel kinda different now. Dad’s gone, so I’m the prince, but…” His voice trailed off, his carefree demeanor cracking.
Susie glanced at him. “Hey, uh… you doing okay?”
Lancer hesitated before forcing a smile. “Yeah, yeah! It’s just… weird, y’know? One minute, Dad’s the big scary king, and the next, he’s… not here anymore. And now, everyone’s lookin’ at me like I’m supposed to know what I’m doing.” He fidgeted with his hands. “I dunno if I’m cut out to be a king. I’d rather just be Lancer…”
Before Kris or Susie could respond, a sudden crash echoed from outside the castle.
They turned just in time to see a group of Ruddins—the tiny, jewel-like creatures that once served King Spade—dragging something away through the castle gates.
“Get him to the King! He’s valuable!” one of them chattered.
“King Kaard will reward us for this!” another cheered.
Susie’s eyes widened. “Wait… was that—RALSEI?!”
Lancer leaped to his feet. “Whoa, whoa, WHOA! ‘King Kaard?!’ Does that mean... K-Kaard... is alive?”
Kris, Susie, and Lancer exchanged a look before rushing toward the gates, their hearts pounding.
Ralsei had been taken.
And a new king had risen in the shadows.
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The tension thickened in the Field of Hopes and Dreams, now corrupted by King Kaard’s rule. Kris, Susie, and Lancer stood firm, facing down the three armored figures who blocked their path.
The Kaard Knights—each donning dark, reinforced plating shaped like playing cards—tightened their grips on their weapons. Their leader, the Spade Knight, raised a jagged halberd, its blade crackling with shadowy energy.
“Surrender,” he commanded, his voice metallic beneath his helmet. “By decree of King Kaard, trespassers shall not pass.”
Lancer, who had been grinning just moments before, suddenly looked uneasy. His hands clenched into fists, his usual goofiness faltering.
Susie cracked her knuckles. “Yeah? Well, I don’t take orders from clanking tin cans.” She swung her axe over her shoulder and sneered. “If you wanna stop us, then you’re gonna have to fight.”
The Club Knight stepped forward, his massive spiked club slamming into the ground, sending a small quake through the field. The glow of the neon grass flickered for a moment.
“So be it.”
Then—they attacked.
Kris barely had time to react before the Club Knight charged, swinging his club in a massive arc. The air whistled as the weapon came crashing down—BOOM! The ground cracked apart, sending debris flying. Kris darted to the side, just narrowly avoiding the attack.
Susie lunged forward, swinging her axe downward toward the Heart Knight. He parried with his rapier, the sound of steel clashing against steel ringing through the air. “Tsk. You Lightners never know when to quit.”
“Yeah?” Susie growled, gritting her teeth. “I don’t know how to lose either.”
Meanwhile, Lancer was revving up his motorcycle… or at least, something that looked like it.
The Spade Knight focused on Kris, his halberd glowing with dark energy. With a single swipe, he sent spinning black spades flying forward—like whirling blades.
Kris dodged left. Right. A spade nicked their shoulder, leaving a sharp sting. They clenched their teeth and kept moving.
Lancer, finally snapping out of his dramatics, saw Kris struggling and sprang into action. “FEAR NOT, MY LOYAL SUBJECTS! IT’S TIME TO GO FOR A SPIN!~”
With that, Lancer hopped onto his motorcycle—but this wasn’t his usual dinky ride. Shadowy energy curled around the wheels, twisting like living smoke.
Lancer used Shadow Ride!
With an exaggerated cackle, he revved the engine and sped forward, his bike tearing across the battlefield...
“What… the hell is he doing?” the Spade Knight muttered.
“Art,” Lancer whispered.
That was Kris and Susie’s opening.
With the knights momentarily distracted, Kris charged forward, aiming a precise strike at the Club Knight’s side. The armor dented, and he staggered back.
Susie took the chance to knock the Heart Knight’s rapier away, shoving him backward with a powerful swing of her axe.
The Kaard Knights, realizing their mistake, quickly regrouped, but now their stance was shaky.
Lancer dusted off his hands. “And THAT, my friends, is how you fight with style.”
Susie rolled her eyes. “More like fight with nonsense.”
“Same thing!”
The battlefield was chaos.
Sparks flew as weapons clashed, magic flared, and the neon glow of the Field of Hopes and Dreams flickered under the force of battle.
The Kaard Knights, though strong, were no longer in perfect sync.
Lancer’s bizarre antics had left their formation sloppy, and Kris knew they had to capitalize on that.
“We need to end this now!” Kris called out.
Susie was shocked to hear Kris talk for the first time.
“Yeah? Then let’s go all out!”
She tightened her grip on her axe and lunged straight for the Club Knight again, aiming for his weakened stance.
He barely had time to react before Susie’s powerful strike sent him skidding backward, his armor sparking against the ground.
Lancer, riding the high of actually being useful, revved up another Shadow Ride.
This time, he took better control, zigzagging between the remaining knights, forcing them to dodge rather than attack.
“Ohoho! Fear my SPEED AND CHAOS!” Lancer cackled, drifting dramatically before charging toward the Spade Knight.
The knight tried to brace for impact—but Lancer swerved at the last second, skidding behind him.
Before the Spade Knight could react, Kris was already there, their blade glowing with a well-timed counterattack.
SLASH!
The strike hit true, and the Spade Knight staggered backward, his grip on his halberd faltering.
The Heart Knight, now the last one standing firm, snarled.
“Enough games.”
His rapier pulsed with dark magic before he flicked his wrist, sending out a wave of razor-sharp, heart-shaped blades.
Each one homed in on Kris, Susie, and Lancer with frightening precision.
Kris barely dodged, rolling under a strike.
Susie swung her axe, deflecting a few, but one managed to graze her arm.
Lancer?
Lancer attempted to dodge but tripped over his own feet, crashing into the ground with a dramatic “BLARRRGH—!”
Kris saw an opening.
They rushed forward, weaving through the remaining heart-shaped projectiles, and delivered a swift strike across the Heart Knight’s side.
He gasped, dropping to one knee.
Lancer groaned from his spot on the ground, giving a weak thumbs-up.
“G-Guys… I think we got ‘em…”
The Kaard Knights were battered, exhausted.
They exchanged a glance before the Spade Knight growled, “Retreat. King Kaard must be informed.”
With that, the knights disappeared into the darkness, vanishing in streaks of shadowy energy.
The battlefield fell silent.
Susie cracked her knuckles, grinning.
“Hah! And stay down.”
Kris took a deep breath, then turned to Lancer, who was still face-first in the dirt.
“…Are you gonna get up?” Kris asked.
Lancer gave a weak thumbs-up again.
“Just gimme… five business days…”
Susie sighed and yanked him up by the back of his collar.
“Come on, drama queen. We got places to be.”
Lancer wobbled but quickly found his footing.
“YES! Onward, to adventure! To danger! To… uh… where are we going?”
Kris adjusted their stance.
“We have to keep moving. Ralsei’s still out there.”
Lancer’s usual grin faltered slightly, but he nodded.
“Right. Let’s save our fluffy prince dude.”
The trio pressed forward, deeper into the Field of Hopes and Dreams—toward whatever dangers awaited them next.
Meanwhile... --
The scene cut away from Kris, Susie, and Lancer’s battle to a grand, twisted throne room deep within the dark kingdom.
The walls were lined with banners bearing a sigil of a jagged crown, draped over the remnants of what once belonged to the former king. The air was thick with dark magic, swirling like an eerie fog.
At the center, upon a towering throne of stacked puzzle pieces fused together into an unnatural shape, sat Rouxls Kaard—or rather, King Kaard.
His once ridiculous attire had been reforged into something far more sinister.
A deep blue cape, lined with gleaming silver trim, draped over his shoulders.
His armor, now fully plated, bore the same jagged crown emblem.
But his smirk? That remained.
Before him, Ralsei knelt, his fluffy form dimly glowing under the weight of dark chains binding him to the floor.
The Ruddins, now twisted into loyal servants of the new king, hovered nearby, their jeweled bodies pulsing with energy as they slowly fed tendrils of dark magic into Ralsei’s very being.
Ralsei trembled.
His usually soft white fur was now tinged with deep streaks of darkness creeping up his arms.
His scarf, once vibrant green, was now frayed and dulled.
Still, he refused to scream.
He gritted his teeth, staring up at Rouxls with defiance burning in his gaze.
“You’re wasting your time.” Ralsei’s voice was quiet but steady. “I won’t turn against them.”
Rouxls chuckled, resting his chin against his hand.
“Ah, mine dear flufféd prince,” he said, his voice thick with exaggerated pity. “Doth thou truly believeth that thou hath a choice?”
He gestured toward the Ruddins, who increased their magic output.
Ralsei winced, gripping the cold stone beneath him as the dark energy clawed deeper into his soul.
He could feel it—an unfamiliar weight pressing against his very essence, whispering, twisting.
Whispering thoughts of doubt.
"They left you alone. They didn't even protect you."
"You are not their friend. You are merely a tool."
"Why do you fight this? Why do you fight for them?"
Ralsei squeezed his eyes shut, gritting his teeth.
No. He wouldn’t listen. He wouldn’t give in.
A frustrated sigh left Rouxls’ lips. He tapped his fingers against the armrest of his throne.
“Thou art truly stubborn, little prince. But in time, thou shalt see. This is but the beginning of mine rule, and soon, all the Lightners shall bow before King Kaard.”
He leaned forward, a slow, cruel grin spreading across his face.
“And when thy precious companions arriveth to ‘rescue’ thee…”
His eyes gleamed with malice.
“Thou shalt be the very dagger that pierceth their hearts.”
Ralsei felt another surge of darkness flood into him.
This time, he screamed.