Kefka yawned groggily as he got out of his bed. His hair was messy and his face paint smeared. The feather he normally wore in his hair was smashed and beyond repair.
Curses, he thought. He walked to the window, opened it, and spotted a flock of ducks flying over the city. He cast Bolt as they passed over his building and struck all 20 or so of them dead at once. A long, black wing feather floated down right into Kefka's hand.
Not exactly my normal attire, but it will do, he thought with a grimace. Below he heard cars crash and people yell at each other as the dead ducks fell onto the road. He laughed his legendary laugh.
He turned and looked at his dwelling in disgust. His apartment was small, only having two rooms, the bathroom and the main room. There was a dresser or two which held his belongings and a medium size T.V., but that was about it.
How could Square just dump him after Final Fantasy 6? He was the best villain ever! And everyone knew it. They were just jealous. And Square was just afraid of him. Afraid of all the money they'd make if they let him be the villain again.
"Morons." He said as he went into the bathroom.
He emerged about an hour later. It took a long time to re-adjust the paint on his face, fix his hair and get into his usual clown attire. One had to look good if he was to cause chaos.
Kefka glanced at the clock.
10:47 A.M.
Perfect, he thought. He didn't sleep in today...which meant....
"Chaos!" Kefka said with glee outside the building. He filled his lungs with the contaminated air of the city. He took off down the sidewalk, pushing people aside and kicking various kinds of animals along the way. He kept on, causing little bits of discord as he went. Until he came to a sleeping hobo with a small can in his hand. Next to him was a sign that said "Money for food."
Kefka leaned in and saw a little over five dollars in bills and change. He smiled and pilfered all the money. "How kind of you." He said while pocketing the money. "I was actually getting kind of hungry." He smiled and went on his way.
He continued on his way for a block or two, but stopped suddenly. He had had a strange feeling all day. Like someone was watching him. He could feel their eyes piercing his back. He clenched his fists and spun around.
"What are you looking at?!" He yelled with anger at the reader. "What, you want some of this bub?! Fine! Let me show you a fun little spell. It's called DIE MORON!" Kefka was about to incinerate you with a Flare spell, but stopped as he heard the barking, chirping and Meowing of many, many animals.
His heart skipped a beat. Was it true? Could it be true? He turned slowly to his left. A tear of joy appeared in his eye. The pet store. Finally, they had rebuilt it! And it looked good as new too! You couldn't even tell it had been burned down to the frame by a Merton spell.
He turned back to the reader. "You're lucky. But don't worry, i'll be back for YOU later."
With that he dashed across the busy highway and into the pet store.
Oh, it was wonderful. So many animals. Small puppies ran around in their large cages, playing with each other. Kittens layed about lazily. Snakes slithered. The cashier hid behind the counter. Fish swam. Everything was how it had been!
The cashier peeked his eyes above the counter. "Y-You again! You can't....you can't come in here! T-The court order said-"
Kefka eyed the young man with his sadistic glare, cutting him off. "Court order? What's that?" Kefka feigned ignorance. "Oh! You must mean the thing I use as toilet paper!"
Kefka walked to the spider container. "Hello my little freinds. Are we feeling poisonous today?" Kefka nodded, as if the spiders talked to him. "Good, good. I have plans for you my freinds."
The cashier got a little courage and popped back up behind the counter with a shotgun shaking nervously in his hands. "Get out of my store you HAS BEEN!"
Kefka's eyes went wide.
It took the fire department two hours to stop the fire. They managed to save all the pets, but the store owner was burnt beyond recognition. Kefka had escaped soon after bombarding the business with twenty Flare spells and seven Fire 3's.
He had returned home, to his small apartment. He had found a letter from Sephiroth in his mailbox on his way in.
He spent a long time just looking at it, being sure it was the letter that would bring him back to fame. Sephiroth was always there to give Kefka information about upcoming Final Fantasy games and possible jobs for him. The clown had known they were working on Kingdom Hearts 2, and the only way to salvage the horrific series was for him to make an appearance.
He reached for it slowly, ripped it open and closed his eyes. Eyes still closed, he pulled the contents out. Opening his eyes he began reading the letter.
"Dear Kefka,
Hey man. This is Seph. Guess what dude? I got a contract for three more Kingdom Hearts games! Isn't that wild? That means more of my badass self!
Oh, and I talked to the president of Square about you getting a role in it. He said only characters designed by Tetsua Nomura can be in a Kingdom Heart game. Sorry man. Guess you're out of luck.
Sincerely,
Sephiroth"
Kefka's eye brow twitched. The letter disappeared in flame. His mind raced with hate, hate, hate and more hate. His imagination went wild with burning cities and the screams of the damned. All of his fury merged together to form one, single idea.
If Squaresoft couldn't see the error of their ways, there was only one way to get them to understand. To show them.
His eyes burning with the fires of hatred and his face as serious as it could get, Kefka began to march to Squaresoft headquarters.
Curses, he thought. He walked to the window, opened it, and spotted a flock of ducks flying over the city. He cast Bolt as they passed over his building and struck all 20 or so of them dead at once. A long, black wing feather floated down right into Kefka's hand.
Not exactly my normal attire, but it will do, he thought with a grimace. Below he heard cars crash and people yell at each other as the dead ducks fell onto the road. He laughed his legendary laugh.
He turned and looked at his dwelling in disgust. His apartment was small, only having two rooms, the bathroom and the main room. There was a dresser or two which held his belongings and a medium size T.V., but that was about it.
How could Square just dump him after Final Fantasy 6? He was the best villain ever! And everyone knew it. They were just jealous. And Square was just afraid of him. Afraid of all the money they'd make if they let him be the villain again.
"Morons." He said as he went into the bathroom.
He emerged about an hour later. It took a long time to re-adjust the paint on his face, fix his hair and get into his usual clown attire. One had to look good if he was to cause chaos.
Kefka glanced at the clock.
10:47 A.M.
Perfect, he thought. He didn't sleep in today...which meant....
"Chaos!" Kefka said with glee outside the building. He filled his lungs with the contaminated air of the city. He took off down the sidewalk, pushing people aside and kicking various kinds of animals along the way. He kept on, causing little bits of discord as he went. Until he came to a sleeping hobo with a small can in his hand. Next to him was a sign that said "Money for food."
Kefka leaned in and saw a little over five dollars in bills and change. He smiled and pilfered all the money. "How kind of you." He said while pocketing the money. "I was actually getting kind of hungry." He smiled and went on his way.
He continued on his way for a block or two, but stopped suddenly. He had had a strange feeling all day. Like someone was watching him. He could feel their eyes piercing his back. He clenched his fists and spun around.
"What are you looking at?!" He yelled with anger at the reader. "What, you want some of this bub?! Fine! Let me show you a fun little spell. It's called DIE MORON!" Kefka was about to incinerate you with a Flare spell, but stopped as he heard the barking, chirping and Meowing of many, many animals.
His heart skipped a beat. Was it true? Could it be true? He turned slowly to his left. A tear of joy appeared in his eye. The pet store. Finally, they had rebuilt it! And it looked good as new too! You couldn't even tell it had been burned down to the frame by a Merton spell.
He turned back to the reader. "You're lucky. But don't worry, i'll be back for YOU later."
With that he dashed across the busy highway and into the pet store.
Oh, it was wonderful. So many animals. Small puppies ran around in their large cages, playing with each other. Kittens layed about lazily. Snakes slithered. The cashier hid behind the counter. Fish swam. Everything was how it had been!
The cashier peeked his eyes above the counter. "Y-You again! You can't....you can't come in here! T-The court order said-"
Kefka eyed the young man with his sadistic glare, cutting him off. "Court order? What's that?" Kefka feigned ignorance. "Oh! You must mean the thing I use as toilet paper!"
Kefka walked to the spider container. "Hello my little freinds. Are we feeling poisonous today?" Kefka nodded, as if the spiders talked to him. "Good, good. I have plans for you my freinds."
The cashier got a little courage and popped back up behind the counter with a shotgun shaking nervously in his hands. "Get out of my store you HAS BEEN!"
Kefka's eyes went wide.
It took the fire department two hours to stop the fire. They managed to save all the pets, but the store owner was burnt beyond recognition. Kefka had escaped soon after bombarding the business with twenty Flare spells and seven Fire 3's.
He had returned home, to his small apartment. He had found a letter from Sephiroth in his mailbox on his way in.
He spent a long time just looking at it, being sure it was the letter that would bring him back to fame. Sephiroth was always there to give Kefka information about upcoming Final Fantasy games and possible jobs for him. The clown had known they were working on Kingdom Hearts 2, and the only way to salvage the horrific series was for him to make an appearance.
He reached for it slowly, ripped it open and closed his eyes. Eyes still closed, he pulled the contents out. Opening his eyes he began reading the letter.
"Dear Kefka,
Hey man. This is Seph. Guess what dude? I got a contract for three more Kingdom Hearts games! Isn't that wild? That means more of my badass self!
Oh, and I talked to the president of Square about you getting a role in it. He said only characters designed by Tetsua Nomura can be in a Kingdom Heart game. Sorry man. Guess you're out of luck.
Sincerely,
Sephiroth"
Kefka's eye brow twitched. The letter disappeared in flame. His mind raced with hate, hate, hate and more hate. His imagination went wild with burning cities and the screams of the damned. All of his fury merged together to form one, single idea.
If Squaresoft couldn't see the error of their ways, there was only one way to get them to understand. To show them.
His eyes burning with the fires of hatred and his face as serious as it could get, Kefka began to march to Squaresoft headquarters.