On A Dark and Stormy Night

It was a stormy summer night and lightning briefly flashed outside a small apartment in a quiet neighbrohood. In the second floor of that apartment lived a family of five, two parents, and three children. The parents' room, and the youngest childrens' were at one end of the floor, while the kitchen, living room, and bathroom were the separation between them and the the eldest child's room.

Everything was dark, because of the storm, and because it was of course, a time for sleeping, and people don't sleep with lights on. But to be exact, the time was 12:30 PM.

Now, as many teenage children are, the eldest child had a tendency to stay up a long way past her 'bedtime', and she had only turned off the computer and settled down to bed two minutes ago. She was in blue pajamas, and was half-awake, looking at her window while her blanket lay at the side of the bed, nearly squashed into the crevice between the bed and the wall. It was much too humid for that kind of treatment.

It was very quiet, except for the occasional thunder rolls. She closed her eyes, although still awake, slowly falling asleep...

A large dark shadow, darker than the rest of the room fell down on her and she let out a 'oomph'. Other dark shadows fell in the room, and there were several loud crashes.

Chelsea felt like she had been hit by a truck, and attempted to push whatever was on her. She was gasping for breath, and went she realized whatever the thing was, had eyes, she freaked out. Emitting a small yell, she punched the man in the face and he grunted, starting to get up. As soon as her legs were free, she kicked out, rather like a kangaroo, getting his stomach. She was surprised to find that her feet met a solid surface, unlike most stomachs, this one was hard. She lashed out again.

"Aghhh!!!" she yelled and there was chaos as the various shadows scrambled around everywhere.

There was a curious thumping from her closet, but she was much too preoccupied to check on whatever it was, and would have screamed for help if she didn't have a summer cold. Her throat rasped with a small 'Help', and that was it. She coughed several times, and grasped her radio, ripping it out of its socket and smacked it on one of the shadows.

"Yaow!" the shadow yelped, and she waved the radio around madly, trying to find another target.

Chelsea crept towards the light switch in her room, and flicked it on, wincing and squinting.

"Who are you?! GET OUT!" she was about to say, when she saw exactly who they were and the sounds died in her throat.

"HOLY FUC-ING SHIT!"

Auron and Lulu looked at her passively while the other members of the group looked around, confused. Rikku twiddled her thumbs, then started playing with her hair, and Yuna cast her eyes down respectfully.

"What are you wearing?" asked Wakka.

"What am I wearing?! What are you wearing!" shouted Chelsea, and she looked down, then yelped loudly like a dog that had been kicked. Her pajamas were not the best of wear for visitors.

There was a loud noise from her closet and everyone started to shift their eyes over to it. Chelsea held the radio up, and edged over to the closet.

THUMP THUMP...BANG!

Her eyes nearly jumped out of their sockets when she saw a furry blue paw punch out of the crevice there the closet doors joined together. Splinters were sprayed everywhere and the blue paw wriggled around, it gave a roar. But the only thing she could really think of was that her closet would be reduced to a mere pile of sawdust if she kept standing there, ogling.

"Yah! Get out!" she yelled, and wrenched open the doors to her closet, a blue mass of fur tumbling out.

She held her radio at the ready while Yuna ran up to the blue ...thing.

"Kimahri? Kimahri?" she asked, trying to steady the ronso, and he growled.

"Kimahri not like dark"

Chelsea was going to faint. She clutched her radio to her chest and took deep breaths, leaning on the wall.

"One two three four, one two three four..." she said to herself, in an attempt to calm herself down.

Kimahri had gotten up, and Yuna brought him over to 'their' side of the room. Chelsea was still leaning on the wall, doing her breathing exercise. Wakka leaned over to Tidus to do a stage whisper.

"Think she's dead, ya?"

Lulu gave him a withering glare while Chelsea smacked her head on the wall several times. Auron and the others looked alarmed.

"Why why why," she said, each word accented by another hit on the blue-painted wall.

"What is she doing?!" asked Rikku, jumping up, looking scared.

"She's hurting herself, stop her!" said Lulu to Yuna, and Yuna raised her Nirvana staff.

"Curaga!"

"Ha-a-a--aaahhhh!" screamed Chelsea as blue sparkles and white aura swirled around her.

"What did you do to her?!" asked Tidus.

"It was a standard curing spell!" protested Yuna, she checked her staff to be sure.

"Well it sounded like you were killing her," said Wakka.

Chelsea closed her eyes, rolled them for a moment, and looked back at Yuna. The summoner gave her a Buddha-like look, not really smiling all the way or having a neutral face, and this ticked the girl off.

"What was that for?! You're not supposed to make me feel better!"

Everyone looked surprised and exchanged looks. Yuna held her Nirvana staff, and gave her a very sincere expression.

"I don't understand"

"...stress, I am under alot of stress right now. Maybe if you would all just disappear? Even though I've prayed to see you guys and talk to you, this just isn't right," she said tiredly and went to her bed, flopping down.

"Disappear, all of you," she said, her voice was muffled because she was face-down on the bed, with closed eyes.

The group looked at each other again, not knowing what to do, and Tidus excitedly pointed upwards toward the ceiling as if a revelation had come.

"You've got lights! Oh man, I love lights! Electricity is like the coolest thi-"

He wasn't able to finish because as soon as the other members of the group realized what he was talking about, Wakka's face turned a shade of pink.

"Forbidden machina?!" he screeched, and pointed an accusatory finger at Chelsea.

"You-You Al-Bhed!"

Chelsea didn't make a move whereas Rikku gave Wakka a hurtful look, and edged towards Yuna. Wakka, realizing what he had done started to apologize in mumbles, and looked down, embarassed.

"Al-Bhed are cool. Fyggy oui'na yh ycc," said a muffled Chelsea with her eyes still closed, and Rikku giggled.

"What? What'd she say?" asked Wakka, his head popping up.

"She said you were an ass," said Rikku grinning despite herself.

"Yes, now ...disappear," said Chelsea, opening one eye to look at them and waving her hand like a jedi.

"We can't do that," said Auron, and grabbed Tidus by the shoulder when he tried to touch one of Chelsea's lamps.

"Yinuh ec cu luum, ra'c so vyjuneda," said Chelsea, hugging a pillow, scrunching her eyes up.

Rikku laughed, louder this time, and Yuna looked vaguely amused. Wakka was especially annoyed.

"What?! What'd she say about me now?" asked Wakka.

"You? Stop being so selfish!" said Rikku in the midst of giggles and Chelsea sat up.

"You're not going away, aren't you?"

"Nope," said Tidus, still trying to grab a hold of the lightbulb.

She rubbed her eyes and smiled for a second, then fell back into being miserable.

"Tidus, Yuna, Rikku, Lulu, under the table. Wakka, under the bed"

"What?! You mean we're going to sleep under the bed??" asked Wakka.

"No, you are," said Rikku, ducking underneath the work table with Yuna and Tidus.

Wakka looked indignant and Chelsea chose this time to do some much longed Wakka-bashing. She stood, crossing her arms.

"What? Is your bloated head and stuck-up hair not going to fit?"

Wakka's face got red again, and he practically shoved himself underneath the bed. Chelsea cracked a smile while Rikku rolled her eyes and Auron had an amused look on his face.

"Kimahri, back in the closet-"

"Kimahri not like closet," said the ronso.

"Chelsea doesn't give. Chelsea tired and pissed," she growled, ronso style, and he grumbled while going back into the closet, and she turned to Auron.

"You're a mature guy, right?" she asked.

Rikku started into another fit of giggles and had to hug Yuna to stay upright. Everyone looked at Rikku, except for Auron and Chelsea who were keeping eye contact.

He smirked, "What do you think?"

Chelsea dipped her head and gestured towards the bed.

"Make yourself at home," she said with a mocking quality.

He nodded, and climbed on, lowering Masamune into the crevice between the bed and the wall, then Chelsea went to the light switch, flicking it. Wakka gave a small yelp which turned into a growl muttering something about forbidden machina, and Chelsea went back to her bed, lying down.

// What am I going to do? I've got all of the FFX characters in my room, and I'm being really obnoxious to them. I don't have a PS2 which could help...I think, and my parents are going to kill me. Yep, my parents are going to kill me, and what bloody sheer luck that'll be \\

Auron folded his hands and rested them on his stomach while Chelsea had hers at her sides. She took a few deep breaths, and closed her eyes, trying to sleep.

"How do you know about us?" asked Auron, breaking her out of her attempt.

"Uhh...because...because-," she said, not knowing whether to tell or not.

"You don't have to say so," said Auron.

"It's, like this. You're all game characters," she said bluntly, and there was a brief silence from her right.

"Alright," said Auron, as if it were nothing and Chelsea shifted her eyes over to him.

"Are you kidding me?"

"No...there are worse things that can happen," he said, and she shrugged.

"Goodnight then"

"Goodnight"