Two seconds later, he tripped over something on the ground and landed on his face with a thud. Pushing himself up, he looked up into a pair of big yellow eyes.
Dipper scrambled back. “What the heck is that!?”
The critter—a weird teddy-bearish black bug thing that was somehow his size—chittered cutely, then jumped. Dipper screeched.
“Hold on!” Sora’s voice echoed through the trees. “I got this!”
The strange bug found itself punted across the clearing, and Dipper got up and ran for a tree as fast as he could, peeling around it. He dropped his backpack on the floor and pulled out the battered Journal, tearing through its pages.
“What was that?” he mumbled, then paused, and lowered the book.
Big yellow eyes.
“What is that!?”
“Heartless!” yelled Sora from somewhere behind the tree, between a series of strange grunts that Dipper could only ascertain to mean he was fighting them. “Keep moving! And don’t let them jump you!”
“Okay!” Dipper peeled around the tree, running around the clearing as fast as his short legs would carry him. He opened the book again, now knowing what to look for. “Heartless, Heartless, come on—”
His hand stopped on a horned heart symbol. “—Heartless! Creatures born from the darkness of a heart. They come in many shapes and sizes, and many are branded with a strange sigil. They cannot be destroyed by conventional weapons; the only thing that can defeat them is a legendary weapon known as–”
Dipper skidded to a halt, looking at Sora. “We need to find the Keyblade!”
Sora paused mid-swing with the gold-and-silver key planted firmly in his grasp.
Dipper coughed. “Oh. Right. Carry on.”