Author Notes: First, the usual disclaimers. I do not own Sephiroth, Magus or Kefka, they belong to Square Enix. I wrote this purely for my own enjoyment (though I hope you guys enjoy it too? Hopefully?)
And, as for the fic itself. This was NOT intended to be serious in any way. It's a joke, inspired by seeing something I never expected to see. For the curious, I was inspired by seeing fanart of Kefka in a speedo. And then Kefka wouldn't leave me alone after that. So hence this.
There's no setting or anything to this. Just imagine the characters meeting in some realm beyond any reality, where they know things they shouldn't.
"Your fanbase doesn't compare, Magus," Sephiroth taunted.
"I don't get why people like you. You don't have an interesting back story. You're just a science experiment," Magus growled.
"I'm liked because I'm hot, sexy, powerful, and know how to dress. Your attire is hard on the eyes," Sephiroth said coolly.
"Powerful? You couldn't even take over the world!" Kefka laughed. "When you've become god, talk to me about power."
"Clothes can be change, and clothes do not make a man. You don't even have an interesting personality," Magus said. "And Kefka, even as god you were still defeated."
"Hah! I still succeeded in taking over the world!" Kefka exclaimed.
Magus laughed. "I took for fools the entire world. I could have had the world, had I wanted it."
"Bold words," Sephiroth said. "If I recall, you ended up having to rely on others to achieve your goal."
"At least I did achieve it!"
"My fanbase is still bigger," Sephiroth smirked. "Than either of yours."
"But I was a god!" Kefka shouted.
"Perhaps, but you don't look like a god to me," Sephiroth snorted.
Kefka stripped his clownish clothes to a speedo. "Behold my godly figure!"
"I was unaware that gods were supposed to be scrawny. Now put some clothes on, I did not need to see this," Magus growled.