Yeah, FFVIII Isn't mine..But this odd writing is.So No Thieving! :D Enjoi!
Chickens sing to the Banana Waltz, grasping their partner by the tip of a feather. They sway to the gentle beat of the music, partying to the song of the Elegant Banana. They sway, in almost a drunken manner, to the Cry of the Stylish Banana. Oh how they wished they were bananas, to be yellow and one with the Sky, how they wish they were airborne, just like the ever floating banana. They flap and flap, in their extravagant gowns and suits, trying to fly like the banana. Then suddenly, the beat turns violent, the waltz begins to have a different tone, the waltz is now TECHNO, simultaneously they rip off their gowns and suits, dancing the night away in the nude, the feathers strewn across the dance floor, getting trampled on by all of their chicken feet. They stop and gasp as they see the door slam open. Their eyes all fall upon a non chicken being that has intruded in on their dance. The music stops as the DJ realizes that there is no longer any dancing.
All is quiet, aside from a few breaths and whispers from the astounded chickens. The newcomer smiles slightly, their lips curl up into a pronounced smirk. He struts over to the DJ, his movements giving of the air of a cocky attitude. "My name is Zell, I am a Chicken Wuss! Let Us Dance!" He Exclaims, his arms raising up over his head to add emphasis to his words, the DJ grins widely and starts the music back up, the chickens bodies begin to start to sway to the rhythmic beat of the techno. Swaying, dancing, singing, clucking. A chicken snaps a tube with a liquid filling, there us a sudden burst of light as the crunch echoes throughout the room. The chicken shakes the glowing tube, making the light grow brighter. The other chickens, and Zell all pull out their own glowing tubes, snapping them, shaking them, and then swinging them around, around, around. The techno beat only encouraging them as they go on. Dancing Wildly to the beat. The dance continues on and on, the boogie stops suddenly.
Seifer sits up. "W-what the??" He looks around, his surroundings not as he would think. The dimly lit room around him is his own, the sun coming up and the thin shreds of sunlight begin pouring down and into his room, slowly brightening the dimmed room. He reaches up with his hands and rubs away any sleep that was left from the night, he groans, thinking to himself that had to be the weirdest dream that he had ever had. He sighs quietly and sprawls out on his dormitory bed. He places a hand over his eyes and closes them once more, his mind racing over his strange dream, wondering what it was that he ate that made him have such a bizarre delusion.
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Ha Ha.Don't Mind Me, I was in the car when I wrote this shitty thing.
Chickens sing to the Banana Waltz, grasping their partner by the tip of a feather. They sway to the gentle beat of the music, partying to the song of the Elegant Banana. They sway, in almost a drunken manner, to the Cry of the Stylish Banana. Oh how they wished they were bananas, to be yellow and one with the Sky, how they wish they were airborne, just like the ever floating banana. They flap and flap, in their extravagant gowns and suits, trying to fly like the banana. Then suddenly, the beat turns violent, the waltz begins to have a different tone, the waltz is now TECHNO, simultaneously they rip off their gowns and suits, dancing the night away in the nude, the feathers strewn across the dance floor, getting trampled on by all of their chicken feet. They stop and gasp as they see the door slam open. Their eyes all fall upon a non chicken being that has intruded in on their dance. The music stops as the DJ realizes that there is no longer any dancing.
All is quiet, aside from a few breaths and whispers from the astounded chickens. The newcomer smiles slightly, their lips curl up into a pronounced smirk. He struts over to the DJ, his movements giving of the air of a cocky attitude. "My name is Zell, I am a Chicken Wuss! Let Us Dance!" He Exclaims, his arms raising up over his head to add emphasis to his words, the DJ grins widely and starts the music back up, the chickens bodies begin to start to sway to the rhythmic beat of the techno. Swaying, dancing, singing, clucking. A chicken snaps a tube with a liquid filling, there us a sudden burst of light as the crunch echoes throughout the room. The chicken shakes the glowing tube, making the light grow brighter. The other chickens, and Zell all pull out their own glowing tubes, snapping them, shaking them, and then swinging them around, around, around. The techno beat only encouraging them as they go on. Dancing Wildly to the beat. The dance continues on and on, the boogie stops suddenly.
Seifer sits up. "W-what the??" He looks around, his surroundings not as he would think. The dimly lit room around him is his own, the sun coming up and the thin shreds of sunlight begin pouring down and into his room, slowly brightening the dimmed room. He reaches up with his hands and rubs away any sleep that was left from the night, he groans, thinking to himself that had to be the weirdest dream that he had ever had. He sighs quietly and sprawls out on his dormitory bed. He places a hand over his eyes and closes them once more, his mind racing over his strange dream, wondering what it was that he ate that made him have such a bizarre delusion.
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Ha Ha.Don't Mind Me, I was in the car when I wrote this shitty thing.