A.N. Wendelle in this is Wendy's evil twin sister.

In the heart of the Castle That Never Was, the sinister gathering of Organization XIII awaited the arrival of their newest potential ally. Wendelle, now in full possession of Wendy Marvell's body, had come to strike a deal that would solidify her power and satisfy her dark ambitions. She moved with confidence through the shadowy halls, her steps echoing ominously.

As she entered the grand chamber, the members of Organization XIII turned their attention to her. Master Xehanort stood at the center, his presence commanding and foreboding. Around him were Xemnas, Saïx, Larxene, and the others, their faces hidden beneath their dark hoods.

"Wendelle," Xehanort's voice cut through the silence, "you claim to offer us a valuable asset. Speak your terms."

Wendelle's eyes glinted with malice as she addressed the assembly. "Master Xehanort, Organization XIII, I seek an alliance. In return, I bring you a powerful ally, one who is entirely under my control."

Saïx's piercing gaze fixed on her. "And why should we trust you? What proof do you have of this ally's loyalty?"

With a wicked smile, Wendelle raised her hand, conjuring a sphere of dark energy. The shadows within the sphere shifted, revealing the form of Ventus, his expression vacant and eyes glazed with a hypnotic trance.

"This is Ventus," Wendelle announced, her voice dripping with triumph. "Under my spell, he loves me unconditionally and will do anything I command."

The members of Organization XIII leaned forward, intrigued by the sight of Ventus. Larxene chuckled softly, her eyes gleaming with amusement. "Well, Wendell, you've certainly brought us an interesting prize. But how do we know he'll follow our orders?"

Xemnas stepped closer, scrutinizing Ventus. "Show us his loyalty."

Wendelle released Ventus from the sphere, and he stood before them, his posture rigid and submissive. "Ventus," she commanded, her tone soft yet firm, "pledge your loyalty to Master Xehanort and Organization XIII."

Ventus bowed deeply, his voice devoid of emotion. "I am yours to command, Master Xehanort."

The room buzzed with murmurs of approval. Xehanort's lips curled into a satisfied smile. "Impressive, Wendelle. Your proof is convincing. Organization XIII accepts your offer of alliance. Together, we will wield the power of light and darkness."

Wendelle's heart swelled with dark pride. She had succeeded in gaining the support of the most powerful force of darkness. With Ventus by her side, she felt invincible.

As the members of the Organization discussed their plans, Ventus remained at Wendelle's side, a silent testament to her dark influence. Yet deep within his heart, a flicker of his true self fought against the shadows, a small beacon of hope amidst the darkness.

Wendelle reveled in her triumph, but she knew that the battle was far from over. The light of hope still lingered, and as long as it did, her plans were never truly secure. She would have to remain vigilant, for even the smallest spark could ignite a rebellion.