A little known fact about nobodies was that there was far more then simply organization 13, there were in fact many other nobodies in existence. If one were to think about it, they must have been around almost as long as heartless had, not just when Sora had wielded the keyblade.

True the 13 led by Xemnas were well known, but the stories of the lesser known nobodies had slipped through the cracks. Stories that held many things, including hilarity, drama, and thoughtful insight into the theory of the heart. It was unknown really how many nobodies had been truly in existence, but nothing was ever truly normal when they were concerned.

With this knowledge fresh in our minds, we now take a quick peek at one such nobody walking down the halls of the castle, no real thought to where she was going, and not really caring one way of the other.

Her name was Xerrica, she didn't always have that name, having received it along with her black cloak after her heart had been stolen away. She had long curly black hair that hit her shoulders and framed her red eyes nicely. She wasn't very short, but she wasn't very tall either. (Taller then Zexion, shorter then Marluxia.) Her figure didn't have that much either, with a small b-cup at best. She often considered herself to be 'cursed with plainness' as it were, considering most of the others were quite the spectacle to behold.

Something everyone knows is that each nobody had control over a certain element, and Xerrica was saddled with a slightly less fortunate one.

Fear

She had the remarkable ability to project images of peoples worst fears, and if they hadn't fled or expired from fright, she would give them a good shank with her knives. It was a pretty kickass power, if not for a few unfortunate drawbacks that affected her personally as well as her personality.

The curly haired girl was spacing out as she wandered, until someone found and interrupted her. She broke from her semi-trance to see another of the lesser known members. This one was not her biggest favorite among her comrades, but at least she wasn't completely useless in a fight.

"What's up gloomy-guts?"

Xerrica simply frowned at the woman. How she managed to dodge the higher ups wrath thus far was baffling. When she first received her cloak it had been quickly discarded for something similar only by the color and zipper. It was more that of a naughty circus ringmaster, complete with whip and top hat. Her pink hair proudly hung past her booty.

"Sexla," Xerrica said coldly, "Must you wear such ridiculous attire?"

She simply posed and puffed out her chest, "I'm just giving them what they want."

Xerrica only facepalmed, because there seemed to be some truth to that statement, as her outfit had been worn for so long and not a word had been spoken of it. It did show off a generous figure that even Xerrica could not help but envy a little.

"Plus you're made some alterations to your coat as well kiddo." Sexla stated bluntly.

It was true, but all Xerrica really did was make a few rips in her coat, giving it a grungy tattered look about it. She felt more comfortable in that style, and it didn't stop her from chastising others with more revealing clothes.

"How you walk in those boots is beyond me." She said, "High heeled shoes such as those were most likely created for the purpose of torture."

"Oh, p'shaw." Sexla dismissed casually,  "Some women happen to like feeling taller. And just so you know, just because you're 'the shadow of fear' doesn't mean you have to be a creepy pants all the time. It's no wonder you were assigned duty in Halloween Town."

"And you with Notre-Dame." Xerrica said to the Sonic Ringmaster dryly,  "Now are you going to pester me all day, or go back to whatever thing you have with Gnalex?"

She put her finger to her lips in mock thought, "While Gnalex does sound like fun, I'm more in the mood for some Xerrica right now." She looped her arm around the girl's shoulder, a breach of her comfort zone to be sure.

"If you don't want that arm to be snapped off I'd suggest you remove it from my person." Xerrica snarled, "I'm not in the mood to wash blood out of my cloak."

With a laugh, Sexla none to subtly gave the fear-monger a squeeze to her breast causing her to let out a shriek and jump back, clutching at her chest.

"Cancer check." She said as though it was a perfectly reasonable excuse.

The black haired nobody flushed with red and spat out, "You…have no shame. Even for a nobody a little decorum isn't completely out of touch!"

"Don't get your undies in a bunch, Carrie."

She said it, her real name. This seemed to be the line crossed, as before the pink haired woman knew what had happened, an intricate carving knife with black curves etched into the steel appeared at her throat, Xerrica's eyes a picture of rage. It was amazing how Sexla stayed so nonchalant.

"Leave."

"Whatever." The peppy pink haired nobody girl said airily, "I don't want you showing me the you know what."

She held her gaze, not at all pleased with the woman's gall. It wasn't as though she knew what kind of hell she went through. She was the only one who dealt with seeing everything the spelled fear. Xerrica had difficulty sleeping due to frequent and random nightmares, and she sometimes saw them out of the corner of her eye when she was awake. and the worst part of it was that in spite of her power, she was unable to do anything about it.

She hated that about the others, how they didn't have to deal with things like that. She hated it, and envied them for it. Not that she'd say it out loud, but it was true. She was jealous for the others being able to recall more then just fear. Sadly her way of showing jealousy was threatening them with her knives.

Still Sexla did nothing to make the pointy blade at her neck go away, she lust laughed lightly causing Xerrica to get even angrier and consider just shanking the woman.

"There you are!" A crisp voice came out of the blue.

Both women turned to see a girl with silver and blue hair, cut past her ears with bangs swept past black eyes. She ignored the black haired girl and turned to the pink one.

"Okay Sexla." She announced, "I challenge you to a practice battle."

"Hmm?" Sexla raised a brow, intrigued.

Xebre simply smirked and licked her lips, "You use a whip, I use chains. It's high time we decided which one is dominant, and I mean that in every way."

Xerrica held back an oncoming gag reflex, fully aware of how insane and sex-crazed Xebre could be, not to mention not very picky about who she took that craze out on. She wasn't called 'the shackles of fate' for nothing, as she was a pretty big fan of that kind of thing. With a sigh the Shadow of Fear dispelled her weapon as Sexla looped an arm around the silver/blue haired girl's shoulder with an equally naughty smirk.

"I thought you'd never ask."

A sigh rang out, "You both are disgusting perverts." Xerrica said blankly.

Both of them stuck out their tongues as Sexla said, "Why thank you!" as they strolled away. Xerrica was at least glad that Sexla had found someone else to occupy her time with. Feeling very tired, she went to the only one of them who could help her at the moment. In a way, she should have thanked the pink haired intrusion, as she had reminded her of what she was going to do.

Eventually she found herself in her own bedroom, she had scheduled a friend to meet her there for the usual treatment and was glad to find that she wasn't late, but the first one there. She sat down on the bed an waited, trying to ignore the wailing shadows that she saw from the corner of her eye. Maybe it was her somebody's mother's fault. The witch was always torturing her, talking crap about god and punishing her if she showed any sign of 'the devil' which was pretty constant.

Well, whatever hell her mother was burning in, Xerrica knew that she was wrong, and god didn't seem to like anyone where she had wound up.

"Tough day at the office baby?"

She rolled her eyes at the new voice that had entered the room, "Don't test me Xavia, I've had a hard day."

"Why not? You really need to talk out your stress you know." The blonde bed-head said cheerily, "It's the main cause of insomnia."

"Not mine." She mumbled darkly.

Xavia just let out a sigh, "I know you aren't usually this grumpy," she told her friend, "So I'll just pretend you're a giant kitten."

"Just put me to sleep!" Xerrica snapped, not wanting to delay any more, "I'm sick of waking up with pulses of terror, I though nobodies couldn't feel fear!"

"Well, we normally can't." Xavia explained, "But if I had to guess you're recalling every ounce of fear you ever felt in your life as a somebody, and by the look of things, it was a lot."

Xerrica looked grim and laid back on the bed, "Get on with it."

Xavia nodded and summoned her weapon, a yellow harp with the nobody symbol painted on the side. She opened her cloudy blue eyes and strummed a special tune, and Xerrica felt herself rift into slumber.

Xavia wasn't a strong fighter, being 'the wandering dream' and all that. Her ability was exactly as her name suggested, all she could really do was wander around people's dreams and subconsciousness. Handy at certain times, but not prime battle material. Still, she served a good purpose as psychiatrist and insomniac assister.

Xerrica though of Xavia as her only friend, if not for the fact that she was the first person to try and help her. She mulled over thouse thoughts as her felt heavier and heavier.

Finally the magic took full effect. And as Xerrica slept in a magic induced coma, Xavia silently wished that they could get their hearts back as soon as possible, if only Xerrica could finally stop living in her world of nightmares.