Not
Just Another Halloween Night
By Prince Tiger a.k.a.
Nick
10-23-02 to ????
Author's Note: Welcome to my Final Fantasy Halloween Crossover fanfic extraordinaire! The main purpose of this fic is to put various Final Fantasy characters and villains into pure chaos on a night that is anything but ordinary. Don't expect too much of a plot though, it's mostly just crazy madness, but simple is good right? While the course of getting the fanfic written has been painfully slow, it still progresses to quite an extensive length regardless. So, sit back, relax, and have one of your favorite beverages on hand as I, the author, present to you: Not Just Another Halloween Night. Enjoy! And as always, feedback; good or bad is appreciated.
Part 1
The black cape of a slivered-haired titan flopped in the wind of the late night hour like an annoying curtain rustling on the windowsill. His long boots noisily thudded up the long set of stairs, seemingly to never end. Upon reaching the very top, his eyes met with that of a large door. That moment of observation led to a properly inserted clash of thunder and lightning as the sky lit up in flames under a thick blanket of cumulonimbus clouds. The sliver-haired man ignored the ominous chaos and rang the doorbell from nearby the door. The screeching noise of the doorbell couldn't even appraise to the hazard that was to come for this great warrior of darkness. The wind again roared in passion, but nothing could disturb this warrior as he waited for his treasure to emerge from the entrance.
He waited…
And waited…
And waited…
Finally, from what had felt like an eternity, the door slowly crept open revealing from the interior shadows… What manner of evil would lurk from behind this door, to cause great disorder to this titan of darkness?
"Ohhh! Don't you look so handsome little man!" a fat old woman nearly blinded greeted to the titan of mass destruction.
His Masamune glistening from the fire in his eye, the oppressor bellowed in reply, "Handsome? The hell women, I am the great…" the figure bellowed, but he didn't get the chance to finish as a spoonful of gummy worms was forcefully shoved into his mouth.
"Of course you are! Here, have some gummy worms! And Happy Halloween!" laughed the old women as she shut the door on the titan with an irritating slam. Thunder and lightning ruptured again as the realization of defeat echoed into the ultimate being's head. With nothing else to lose, the figure, defeated, descended back towards from whence he came…
"That bitch, she didn't even let me say my name!" the sliver-haired man bellowed towards his rival who had been waiting at the corner of the street.
"Oh shut it, Sephiroth, any human alive to consider you "handsome" shouldn't even exist, period." Cloud shouted as he polished his "Ultima Weapon".
"Heeey, you hold your tongue puppet boy!" replied the sliver-haired soldier. "I'm as evil as they come, I killed an Ancient for crying out loud!"
"Did someone mention me?" came a voice from nearby...
Suddenly, a familiar girl in a pink dress emerged from the shadows near the two swordsmen. Seeing their reactions, she giggled slightly as she began to fasten a pink bow into her brown hair. The one called Aeris spoke, "It's too bad you two didn't dress up for this frightful occasion, I would have enjoyed seeing that very much..." Again, she giggled clasping her hands together at the same time, her green eyes sparkling like freshly polished emeralds. .
"Why bother, we're already soldiers!" exclaimed Cloud.
"Correction…you're an Ex-Solider…" chuckled Sephiroth.
"Then what are you? God?" Cloud taunted.
"Damn straight!" Sephiroth growled as he flapped his wings for an instance. "I mean, look at these wings!"
"Ha! We killed you in like ten rounds in the final battle!"
"You got lucky! My Super Nova should have crushed you, after all, I did crush all the other planets in the solar system, twice even!"
"Umm, guys…?" spoke up Aeris, "Shouldn't we be getting to the next house?"
"Nope, now go away before I taunt you a second time," reverted Sephiroth who tittered again slightly.
"Umm…you didn't the first time…" Aeris giggled.
"Err, hush!" the sliver-hair warrior blushed at the comment as he swept his hand across in front of his face.
"The point is Mr. I-have-huge-ass-sword, you're not going to get any decent candy if you keep this act up…" Cloud revoked.
"And what about you, Mr. I-kill-my-own-friends!" Sephiroth countered.
"HEY! That was your doing…"
"Oh yeah…"
"I wonder how the others are doing" wondered Aeris.
"Better than we are most likely…" sighed Sephy as he looked up towards the full moon. The night had only just begun.
As it turned out on that very same night, our AVALANCHE idols (plus almighty god-like villain) were not the only ones to be cruising the streets looking for the substance of candy, but a familiar monkey-boy and royal queen were also patrolling for the prize as well.
"Big moon out tonight eh Dagger?" grinned a cheeky Zidane who even on Halloween had nothing better to do than to try and seduce Garnet.
"Hmm maybe, it's almost too scary and cold out tonight to go trick-or-treating…" Garet thought as she covered herself at the discomfort brought on upon by the howling wind.
"Too cold? Nahhhh, it's just right, but if you're really cold I could…" Zidane suggested as his left arm began to slip around his royal love…
"Never mind, I feel just fine now." Garnet stated as she walked a step forward from Zidane who nearly had fallen on his face from the unexpected quick shift.
"Okay, okay…" Zidane pouted.
At that very moment, a big tin can came prancing into view. It didn't take a genius to guess who it was by his obnoxious, commanding voice and bothersome metal armor that would have served better use as material for canned goods. "You thief! How dare you speak to the princess on Halloween, why, if you hadn't influenced her of this foolish tradition, we'd be back at the castle and watching my favorite show, "My Favorite Alexandrian"
Zidane wasn't going to take this insult by force. He primed a firm posture in front of the rust-bucket. "Rusty, Garnet here has never been out on Halloween nor even witnessed the pure sensation of Trick-or-Treating. Having been stuck in the castle most of her early years in life, she's been forced to miss out on so much. Now, just this once, let her go out and have some fun for a change, hmm? I promise to bring her home safe and sound. So c'mon already!"
Steiner was just about to pummel Zidane to a bloody pulp when he truly realized that for the first time in his life, the odd-looking figure made complete sense. For her highness had always been cooped up in the castle doing who knows what with her life, with such limited contact on the outside world. He realized that when they had met Zidane the first time, all of that changed and he had never seen the Queen so overjoyed with her abundant amount of freedom and free will for that matter. He wished to grant her that privilege again…
"Very well, but if I catch you doing your impression of "Tarzan" on any trees, you'll be the one to clean my armor, since you are one to complain so much..." Steiner warned stating his terms, his sword nearing cutting off Zidane's tail. Zidane forced himself to back flip to avoid the collision with the extremely sharp object. Steiner was quickly argued however by the Queen's royal tone.
"Steiner!!"
"Err, yes your Highness…?" replied the Pluto Knight Captain as he saluted her acknowledging the fact that he was listening.
"Zidane's right, I've never had the chance to experience a Halloween, and I for one am not going to let you ruin it, c'mon Zidane, we're leaving!" she hissed as she dragged the tail-wielding young man along with her.
Zidane the young man dressed in a gorilla costume just stuck his tongue out at the knight in cheap armor and let himself be dragged off with the princess dressed adequately as Jane.
"So Dagger…" Zidane intrigued, his eyes moving in with desire, "Ever been to a real haunted house…" Again, the male attempted to lurk an arm around the lady of his life. Garnet simply shrugged as they approached a rather spooky mansion.
Meanwhile, half a mile away, another familiar group was celebrating the big night indoors with all the ingredients needed for a party. Loud music was blaring away, lights were flashing, food was being digested, and the DJ was just announcing the next song over a booming microphone.
"Hey all! Now for an old classic that's sure to make your honey melt, let's give it up for "Eyes on Me!" The DJ raised his hands in the air receiving a rousing ovation from the crowd. Interesting enough, this DJ had quite a muscular figure, his pectorals nearly bursting through his dark black shirt, his spiked hair sharp enough to cut a fly. Yes, there was no mistaking his figure.
The CD was inserted, but it wasn't exactly the correct song, immediately noticed by the rushing sound of guitar strings, percussion and a hardcore voice that sounded like water was desperately needed and fast. Seeing that the crowd hadn't exactly rejected the hit "Otherworld" The DJ simply let the tune play and people rock n' rolled.
As the music played, a familiar couple was in the corner of the dance floor, one standing near the wall drinking out of a wine glass, the other, trying to mesmerize the stud for a dance.
"You're going to like me, you're going to like me…did it work?" asked the girl dressed as an angel, clad in a white tunic complete with a yellow ring over her head.
"Not at all, but oh why the hell not, this story is going to get flames if I don't dance with you…" mumbled the gunblader dressed as Frankenstein. (He's already got the scar...haha...)
"Yayy!!!!" cried Rinoa in approval as she yanked his hand and dragged him to the dance floor.
Squall could only wince in horror, as he was forced to bust-a-move in front of dozens of people, some he didn't know, and others he would rather not be caught dancing in front of fearing for his change in image. Yet, after some fancy moves, the commander was surprisingly quite good as approved by the rousing cheer of the rowdy crowd. And for that moment in time, he was not known as the man with a need for social skills.
Meanwhile, a familiar thirteen-year-old monster child was trying to get the DJ to dance with him.
"Hey Mr. Thou, you dance with me?" asked Gau to the DJ who had ventured off to the side of his little studio on stage.
"The hell?! Kid, for the last time, I'M NOT MR. THOU!!" roared Sabin as he smashed the kid in the face. This, of course, ticked the veldt beast off beyond a frantic state of control.
"YOU MEAN, ME KILL YOU!" screamed the thirteen-year-old green hair-ed kid as he turned himself into a Bomb ready to detonate.
"Holy mother of crap! That's not fake is it?" screamed the groovy afro blitzer, Not ready to blow up with the rest of the party, he forcefully gave in. "Okay, kid, you win…this could very well damage my career, but it's only one night, let's boogie!"
"Come ride the train, choo-choo!" Gau chanted as he made the train signal to the popular mid-90s dance hit. Sabin could only shake his head in displeasure, as he knew this was going to be a long night.
Meanwhile, at another section of the party, two former Magitek Soliders were having refreshments, their eyes deadlock on Sabin and Gau's dance steps.
"Ehh, that's really disturbing…" Celes (dressed as a vampire) mumbled as she watched the pair get it on.
"Yes, I would have to agree…hey where's Locke?" asked Terra. (dressed as a mummy)
"Ugh, you know him, still after that infamous treasure…" Celes replied as she sips her drink.
Across the room at that exact moment, a thief (yes, a thief) shouted to the two lovely ladies as he fell into the punch bowl. (It's a very, very big punch bowl) Coming up stained in red he yelled out, "Hey girls! I found it!"
A few seconds later, an unknown chef came and drank the punch.
"Hmm…" the creature said, as he/she licked his or her lips messily, "not bad, me ask for recipe…"
Others on this night weren't dressed up for the occasion, unless you counted a familiar maester who was clad in a black leather jacket, gold chains and skull bandana mixed in with his out-of-style blue mop that he considered to be hair. Walking down the street with a familiar black man following him, he began to plot evil deeds in his mind.
"Hey foo! Why the hell are we here?" barked the black man with a gun on his arm.
"Revenge, my friend, sweet blood-thirsty revenge, hehehe," yelled the oddly dressed blue-haired freak.
"We a'int go no time for dat blue man, I gots to be home with Marlene before she gets after me for not taking our trick o' treatin'!"
"I'm sure Tromel will enjoy escorting your divine daughter wherever she wishes. I just need you here with me for the simply devastating deed that I've been plotting since four this morning against a devious group of foes…" Seymour replied.
"You sick man, but wat da hell I got nothing better to do, lead me to the white freaks…"
"You catch on quickly, I like that. Excellent, those fools will wish they'd never been born…"
"Who you callin' a foo? I pity the fool that calls me a foo!"
"Ehh, right! I said…you rule...dude!"
"What, you're gettin' a Dell?"
"Umm, let's just get back to the mission…"
"How we supposta travel man…" Barret asked.
"Easy…with my Harley…" Seymour announced as he snapped his fingers summoning a Harley motorcycle.
"Da-MN. Never would have expected this from a guy who needed a lesson in combing his own hair… You sure bring the surprises…
"I'll just simply pretend that my ears were full of an unknown substances when you said that. Now, let's ride like the wind…Giddy-up!" Seymour announced as he reved up the handlebars creating a screeching noise before he took the entire bike into midair and slammed his foot on the accelerator creating a loud roaring sound and a great cloud of gasoline mist.
Barret nearly flew off the HD as Seymour's reckless driving nearly cost him an arm and a leg…errr bad pun…
END OF PART ONE
Many adjustments have been made over the years, and as of 9/28/2004. That is the final copy. I think it'll prove to be a
fun start for a good-size fic that is incomplete. And just wait, there's more friends and foes on the horizon! Read on to
Chapter 2! Please Rate and Review and let me know what you think, good or bad, I take criticism with honor .