Disclaimer: I do not own Kingdom Hearts or Walt Disney or any of his creations in anyway, I’m just borrowing them for this story.

Summary: Ever wonder where Walt got his inspiration for his creations? Wonder how Mickey got his keyblade? Find out in the story before Ansem went messing with heartless!

Note: I got most the information from Wikipedia, so it might not be accurate, but I’m going to try my best. And, yes I know this isn’t how KH started, but there’s a reason they call these fanfics.

Also, when I get some pictures drawn up, you’ll see this on Deviant Art.

Enjoy!

In the year 1911, in Marceline Missouri, a young boy, sat under the shade of a large oak tree with a sketch book. The boy’s name was Walter Elias Disney, but everyone called him Walt. He was a cute ten-year-old boy with short dark brown hair and dark brown eyes. He wore a short sleeved autumn gold shirt with blue jean suspenders and brown sandals.

“How is that sketch coming along?” an old man asked the young boy. The old man was called Doc Sherwood, a retired doctor who now lived on a farm with his favorite horse, Rupert. He saw Walt’s talent for drawing and so paid him to sketch Rupert.

Walt looked up at him.

“It would be coming along a lot better if Rupert would stop running around.” he replied. Doc laughed.

“My boy, if he stood still, he wouldn’t be much of a horse, would he?” Walt laughed as well.

“That’s true. He especially wouldn’t be Rupert.” he said as he put the finishing touches on his sketch. “I’m all done, Doc.”

“Marvelous,” Doc said as he took it. “Why, this is better than the last one. You’re certainly improving.”

“You really think so?” Walt asked, enthusiastically. Doc nodded as he handed Walt a few coins. “Thanks!” Then he noticed the time on his wrist watch.

“Oh, man! I didn’t know how late it was!” he said as he threw all his stuff in a small brown bag. “I have to go, Doc! See ya later!” He called as he started to run. Doc chuckled as he waved after him.

“Such an imaginative boy. Now, if he could just find a way to focus it properly, he could be very successful someday.” Doc said himself as he turned his attention to the finely drawn picture.

Walt ran all the way to a train stop, where he set his bag and bent to ground to pressed his ear to the track, listening eagerly. He grinned when the tracks started to rumble. He scrambled up and few minutes later, a large black train came into view, black smoke rising from its steamer. The brakes let out a loud screech as it came to a stop. A wide grin washed across Walt’s face as a man climbed out from the front.

“Uncle Michael!” he said happily as he glomped his uncle.

“He-ey, Walt! Somehow I’d knew ya’d be here.” his uncle said as he ruffled his nephew’s hair. “Yer here to check the train out again, right?” Walt chuckled as he rubbed the back of his head. His uncle was a train engineer and Walt loved trains, therefore he really loved his uncle. Michael was covered in coal suet, and since he had been hugging him, Walt was now smeared in it as well.

“How’d ya guess?” he asked. His uncle laughed.

“Well, by now I oughta know. After all, you’ve been comin’ here for four years.” he said as he climbed up on the train. He held his hand out to Walt. “C’mon. I’ll let ya play around a bit, but then ya gotta go home, all right? It’s gettin’ really late.” Walt nodded as his uncle pulled him on.

“So how’s yer art comin’ along?” Michael asked.

“I’m getting better!” Walt said as he played with a leaver. “Doc, just paid me to sketch his horse–!! Whoa!” he was cut off when the train lurched forward a little.

“Easy! Easy! You wanna make me lose my job?!” Michael exclaimed as he rushed forward, pulling various levers.

Walt lived on a farm with his parents and little sister, Ruth. His family was middle class, so they couldn’t spend fibrously, and he had to work in the fields sometimes, but nonetheless Walt was happy with his life, after all, he had many friends here, the farm was near where his uncle lived so he could see the train whenever he wanted to.

To him, this was the perfect life and wouldn’t trade it for anything.

After he had played with the train for a bit, Michael had to get back to work and so sent Walt home. It was a long way for a ten-year-old to walk, but Walt was used to the distance and tread it with ease. After a long, long walk, Walt came to a small yellow house with white edges. The paint was chipped, some boards were loose, some windows were cracked, and roof was in desperate need of repair, but to Walt, it was home. He entered the house and he heard his parents talking.

“Are you sure we should do this, Elias?” he heard his mother, Flora Call Disney, ask his father, Elias Disney.

“C’mon, Flora! What do we have here?” he heard his father ask as he stood. “A field that won’t grow any crops, a house that should be condemned, and a car that won’t even start up.” Walt listened intently from the doorway. Where was his father going with this? He heard his father sigh. “Look Flora, it’s not like I don’t love this place, I mean; We’ve lived here for four years. We’ve made a life here. But if we stay, here we’ll go bankrupt.” As Walt listened, he felt his heart tighten.

‘Please don’t let this go where I think this is going...’ he silently begged.

“I have to go where work is, and the only job I could get was in Kansas. I have to go.” When his father said that, Walt felt his heart shatter. His mother wrapped her arms around her husband.

“The kids are going to take this very hard. Especially Walter, he loves this place.”

“I know. I’ll talk to him when he comes home. Would you talk to Ruth?”

“Of course.” Walter didn’t hear anymore. For at that moment he dashed out the door, running as fast as he could.

Tears stung his eyes as he ran. He didn’t know where he was going, but he didn’t care. He was leaving? But this place had been his home for years! He couldn’t imagine living anywhere else. He would have to leave Uncle Michael, Doc Sherwood, Rubert, and all his friends?

He wiped his tears away, angrily. No! No, he didn’t want to leave! This place wasn’t perfect... but it was home! It was his home and he didn’t want to leave. It wasn’t fair!

Soon, he found himself in the park. It was late, so Walt was all alone, save for a few chirping crickets. Walt walked over to a bench and sat down.

Moving? What would he do? Every thing he knew was here. What would Kansas be like? Usually Walt liked to try new things, but what if no one liked him in Kansas? After all, it was hard to make friends in a place where you didn’t know anybody.

Walt pulled his knees to his face. He didn’t want to leave. It hurt too much. Leaving... really hurt.

Walt was so busy in his self pity that he didn’t notice a small shadow creep up behind him. Suddenly he heard something creak and he turned. He jumped in surprise and fright when he saw a large shadow leaping at him. He let out a cry as he fell back, just barley dodging the claws that sliced the bench where he had been sitting moments before. Walt stared with wide, fearful eyes as more of the shadows appeared. He quickly scrambled up and started to run as fast as his legs would take him. He spared a look back as he ran. Not only were the shadows chasing him, but more were appearing!

After awhile, he came to his house. He burst through the door.

“Mom! Dad! We gotta get out of here now!” he cried, slamming the door behind him. No one replied. “Mom? Dad? Ruth?” Suddenly one of the heartless burst through the window, a few shards scratching Walt’s face. “Ahh! Mom! Dad! Ruth!” he yelled as he ran through the kitchen. He ran into the living room, but all he found were more of those shadow creatures. “Whaaoa!” he cried as he just by a hair’s breadth avoided the creature’s claws. He fell back onto the stairs. His back stung from the impact, but he didn’t have time to stall. He scrambled up the stairs, slipping twice.

“Ruth! Ruth, where are ya?!” he called, looking frantically for his little sister. Where was everyone? He finally made it to the room he and his sister shared and quickly bolted the door, even though he knew it wouldn’t do any good.

The creatures rammed against the door, but for some reason they couldn’t break it down. Walt heard them hiss in irritation, then go quiet. Walt held his breath, listening even for the slightest sound. When he heard nothing, he let it out. He slowly, and cautiously stepped away from the door, afraid those creatures would suddenly appear again.

All of his sister’s dolls were lying around on the floor, along with his model train and some of his old sketches.

“Ruth?” he called out quietly. “It’s me; Walter...” He jumped when he heard the crinkling of paper, but calmed down when he realized it was just him. He looked down and saw the picture he stepped on. “Hey wait a minute...” he said when he picked up the picture. “I didn’t draw this.” The drawing was of an unusual type of train that Walt had never seen before(and that was saying something since he studies trains more than school work.). Also, to the side was a drawing of two strange looking keys. “What is this...?” He didn’t get a chance to ponder it though, because in that moment a giant, ball like monster burst through the wall, letting out a loud roar. Walt stumbled backwards, away from the large beast right into his window, which swung wide open when all his weight fell against it.

And to think: His father had wanted him to actually fix that!

Walt rolled down the roof and into a hay wagon that was parked there for some reason. Walt wanted to rest, but then the monster jumped down and if Walt hadn’t tumbled away in that moment, he would have been crushed! He quickly scrambled up and began running for his life once again.

He had no idea, where he was running. He just let his legs, which were starting to throb from all the running he was doing, carry him.

He suddenly found himself in Doc Sherwood’s ranch, where he heard the loud cry of a horse.

“Rupert!” Walt cried. He ran into the barn where he saw the large brown mare that had been sketching for a year now, battling off the strange creatures, by stomping them into the ground.

“Rupert!” Walt cried again when all the creatures were gone. He tried to approach him, but Rupert, still frightened by the creatures, thrashed violently. “Rupert! Easy! It’s me! Walt!”

It took a few minutes, but Rupert finally recognized the young lad who his beloved master had become so fond of, and tried to calm down. But it was hard, considering he knew all those creatures were out there. Walt slowly approached him, not wanting to startle him. When he was close enough, stroked Rupert’s nose.

“I don’t know what’s going on, but we’ve got to get out of here.” Walt said, trying to keep his calm. Living on a farm, he had learned that you need to be calm around animals, or risk getting kicked in the face. He stood on top of a large barrel, trying to climb on, when suddenly the large monster burst through the barn door, startling Rupert. Rupert ran out the other door, panic stricken. It took everything Walt had to not fall off, the great mare. In fact, he would have if he was not holding on to Rupert’s hair, he would have. Rupert ran past many of the shadow creatures, and managed to avoid them. Of course, most of Walt’s attention was on not falling off! He had never ridden bareback before and after this, he would never again!

That is if he survived.

Suddenly one of the creatures managed to attack Rupert, who let out a loud cry before he vanished. Walt suddenly crashed to the ground hard, scrapping his knees and elbows.

“Ow!” he cried as he hit the ground. He wanted to cry. His family, his friends... They were all gone and the shadows were all surround him, giving him no where to run. Walt began to shake.

He didn’t know what to do!

There was nowhere to run!

Nowhere to go!

Nothing he could do...

He then clutched his fist in determination. No! He wouldn’t give up! There was no proof his loved ones were dead! And besides... If he gave up here, then all his dreams would die. He wouldn’t let that happen! He wasn’t ever going to let his dreams die!

“I’m not gonna lose my dreams!!” he yelled. One of the shadows jumped at him, only to be thrown back by a bright light so bright Walt had to close his eyes.

When he opened them again, he was in a vast space with nothing but stars. He panicked for a moment, thinking he was going to fall, but calmed when he saw he wasn’t. He looked around, wondering where the creatures were. Suddenly two light appeared in front of him.

‘Wh-what are these?’ he wondered as he blinked. ‘Fireflies?’ Cautiously, he reached out to them and they landed in his hands and formed into two giant keys. He then heard a low whisper like a wind, blew through his mind.

“Huh?” he said. This time the voice spoke in a louder, more firm voice.

“The Kingdom Key. The Darkside. The Keys to the greatest treasure, and the greatest destruction.”

The light suddenly flashed brighter and this time a tall shadowed figure with stars on him appeared. Walt’s eyes widen in shock. This man... He felt as if he knew him and yet...

The man bent down.

“Whatever happens... Do not give up on your dreams!”

Then Walt felt himself falling as whatever was holding him released. He let out a cry as he fell through the darkness clutching the keys close.

When he opened his eyes, he noticed he was back in front of the train tracks with some major changes. The good thing was that all the shadows were gone, but now everything else except the train tracks and a small area were all gone! He whipped around, looking for something, anything. Now he did find something, but it wasn’t the thing he ever wanted to see. Floating was a phantom like thing with dark pink heart floating between it’s cloak. It let out a loud, shrill screech before shooting some kind laser him. Out of mostly instinct, he crossed the keys, still in his hands like an X. It blocked the beam for the most part, but the blast was still so powerful it sent Walt rolling back, over the track. The phantom advanced on him, and the shadow creatures were appearing again. Walt tried to back away, but the ground behind him was all gone! Not only that, but the keys had vanished so he was defenseless again.

“Dammit all!!” he cursed as he turned his attention back to the enemies before him. He thought he was done for when one of the shadows leaped at him, when a long blue train with moons and stars suddenly pulled in, not only smacking into the shadow and sending it soaring through the sky, but it put a wall between him and the creatures on the other side.

Walt was staring up at it in awe, when a door suddenly slid open in front of him.

“Get in!!” a high pitch voice yelled. Walt didn’t know whom the voice belonged too, or where this train had come from, but he did know that whatever this thing was, it was safer than staying here! So quickly he scrambled in, letting out a small scream as the creatures jumped, slammed, and clawed at the windows in a desperate attempt to get him, but the windows seemed to have a magic force field around them.

When he was inside, the door shut behind him, then the train started to speed off, leaving the creatures behind. Walt heard a loud screech of annoyance, then nothing.

After a few minutes of silence, Walt stood and shakily walked over to the window, his breath coming in frightful gasps. When he reached the window, the only thing he could see was darkness and what was left of the train station evaporating into black smoke. The last thing he was the phantom bright golden eye glaring at him, before vanishing into smoke as well.

Somehow Walt knew he had not seen the last of him.

Poor Walt! Attacked by heartless in such a violent way.

Sorry if I made Walt seem kinda babyish, but Hey! He’s ten years old and seriously: How would you act if all this happened to you?

Please comment and tell me what you think! I promise, it’s going to get better!