Hello it's Locky. I decided to make a story on Locket's past for fun, and a few friends said it was a good idea. Locket is only 14 now, not 17.
CHAPTER ONE
Locket sat with her arms around her knees as a cold breeze ran through Halloween Town. The world was totally deserted, even Jack was gone. The only person left was her.
She sighed and closed her eyes, letting the world stay silent and still, not caring much about where the others may be. She curled into herself and took a deep breath.
A sudden noise made her jolt open her blue eyes and look up. She immediately took a sharp breath and summoned her Keyblade, pointing at the new person. "Woah!" The person said in suprise, stepping back. "Hold on! I'm not going to hurt you!" He said, reaching his hand out to help her up. "Who are you?!" Locket yelled, ignoring the kind gesture with a sharp tongue.
"My name is Nixon." He replied calmly, almost impatiently. "And I already know you. Your name is Locket." Her hostility and suspicions rose highly, and she stood up. "How do you know me?!" She yelled, thrusting the Keyblade in her hand forward slightly. Nixon cleared his throat in a nervous way. "Uh... I was sortof... Sent after you.." He said. "By... The Organization..." He whispered, running his fingers through his short black hair.
"By WHO?!" Locket nearly screamed, her blue eyes turning slightly purple and her insanely pale skin turning slightly tan. "No—never mind. Just get away from me!" "No no no! Wait!" He grabbed her arm as she turned away. "I wasent in on it anyway!" Locket turned her head and glared at him, pulling her arm away.
"How do I know I can trust you?" She said coldly. "The last time I trusted anybody I was nearly killed." Nixon opened his mouth to say something, then stopped. "Ah!" He let out a small noise as he caught a glimpse of her heart necklace showing out of her replica of an organization cloak. "This!" He pulled out the same necklace, but his had a green heart, not a red one. Locket stared silently at the heart as she let her Keyblade disappear.
Hello
it's Locky. I decided to make a story on Locket's past for fun, and a few friends said it was a good idea. Locket is only 14 now, not 17. 
CHAPTER ONE
Locket sat with her arms around her knees as a cold breeze ran through Halloween Town. The world was totally deserted, even Jack was gone. The only person left was her.
She sighed and closed her eyes, letting the world stay silent and still, not caring much about where the others may be. She curled into herself and took a deep breath.
A sudden noise made her jolt open her blue eyes and look up. She immediately took a sharp breath and summoned her Keyblade, pointing at the new person. "Woah!" The person said in suprise, stepping back. "Hold on! I'm not going to hurt you!" He said, reaching his hand out to help her up. "Who are you?!" Locket yelled, ignoring the kind gesture with a sharp tongue.
"My name is Nixon." He replied calmly, almost impatiently. "And I already know you. Your name is Locket." Her hostility and suspicions rose highly, and she stood up. "How do you know me?!" She yelled, thrusting the Keyblade in her hand forward slightly. Nixon cleared his throat in a nervous way. "Uh... I was sortof... Sent after you.." He said. "By... The Organization..." He whispered, running his fingers through his short black hair.
"By WHO?!" Locket nearly screamed, her blue eyes turning slightly purple and her insanely pale skin turning slightly tan. "No—never mind. Just get away from me!" "No no no! Wait!" He grabbed her arm as she turned away. "I wasent in on it anyway!" Locket turned her head and glared at him, pulling her arm away.
"How do I know I can trust you?" She said coldly. "The last time I trusted anybody I was nearly killed." Nixon opened his mouth to say something, then stopped. "Ah!" He let out a small noise as he caught a glimpse of her heart necklace showing out of her replica of an organization cloak. "This!" He pulled out the same necklace, but his had a green heart, not a red one. Locket stared silently at the heart as she let her Keyblade disappear.