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The idea that wouldn't go away...the nightmare of every writer. You know it's out there, it even might happen to you. One day, your happily writing and then-BAM-it hits you. You're caught in the web of a story you *know* is going to bring you down. It happens to everyone, usually with messy results.



This is my story.



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Disclaimer



Celia: Woe is me... I have no job at Square, no time, and no psychiatrist. Such is Celia.



Curse: I think that's you most pathetic disclaimer yet...



Celia: Really? Even including the 'it wasn't me' one?



Curse: Yeah...that scares me.



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Somewhere in the Middle of the Great Building that Is Square, people are running about, an occasional familiar face jumping out of the crowd. For example, I'm sure that the guy in the blue suit was Reno, and who couldn't recognize the famous sword of Sephiroth? The guy in the corner with the clown robes just *has* to be Kefka.



It is my first day on the job and the huge building and swarming mass that buzzes within it are overwhelming. When you have some of the biggest names in RPG history all under one roof, combined with the millions of people who bring them into existence, you have to admit the results can be overwhelming.



Especially for the new girl on the job.



One fine day, I was looking for a job in the paper, when a strange little ad caught my eye. on further investigation I realized that there was an opening at Squaresoft. Imagine my surprise when it mentioned working with some of the characters. My curiosity piqued, I had to investigate. The next thing I knew I was hired and sent to work with the DSV department. DSV stands for Disgruntled Side Villain. It may not be the most glamorous job, and there were some rumors about one DSV worker being burnt to a crisp, but well...I'm planning to work my way up from there.



Besides, the nice receptionist said I'd be working with the black mages. How hard could it be to handle a bunch of cute fun-loving creatures with pointy-hats and a lot of curiosity? So I follow the lady up a bazillion flights of stairs to their *holding room*.





She smiles and turns, disappearing down the corridor and into the crowd. Taking a deep breath I turn the doorknob and walk into the dark room.



But there are no black mages here. Instead, I come face to face with three tall, winged Waltzes who don't seem to be in a good mood...





To be continued....







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Gah! What is it with me and crossovers? Someday, somehow, I'll write a normal story!!!! But until then, you'll have to forgive me.







-Celia