A/N: Hey guys. ^_^ Welcome to my new fic, a WEWY, FFVII crossover self-insert! OK, my friend KamuiKeyblade (AKA Angeal Valentine, Neku the Last Reaper) has kinda got there first, but my idea is different. I won't say how, but trust me, it's... different.

At first, it'll just be WEWY and FFVII, at least. Later, there'll be references to other SE games, Pokemon, Disgaea, BLEACH, Melancholy of Haruhi Suzumiya... y'know, just about anything I can fit in. Suffice to say, I don't own a jot of all this, excepting my self-insert. Hope you guys enjoy the show...

Strange Town

I knew something was wrong the moment I woke up. For starters, I couldn't remember falling asleep. For another thing, I appeared to be outdoors. This last observation lead to the further realisations that it was the day time and that it was sunny.

If that wasn't enough, I couldn't quite recognise where I was and there were lots of people. Pick any two-digit number and it wouldn't be enough for the number of people in this small plaza. Please allow me the assumption that you don't know me well enough to know how much I dislike crowds. Suffice to say, there's a phobia of crowds and I have it.

I hurriedly pushed myself into a sitting position, before scooting back through the crowd on my backside to avoid being stepped on. I mumbled apologies as I did so, but they were ignored, reinforcing my general opinion on crowds. As I moved back, I desperately tried to work out where I was. By how little I recognised it, I ruled out Exeter, my nearest city. By how much I recognised it, I could rule out Plymouth, Barnstaple, and Bristol, as I remember precious little about them. It didn't look like the parts of London and Birmingham I'd visited, but as it was such a small area, that didn't mean anything.

Two things then happened simultaneously: one, my back came up against a stone wall, and two, I realised I had something in a death grip in my right hand. The effort my muscles had put into clenching… whatever-it-was became clear as my fingers trembled as I willed the pressure to stop. A flat metal disc reflected sunlight back up at me. However, I could tell by the texture against my palm that there was a design on the opposite side. My right hand gently cupped to tip it over.

As I did so, I glanced up at the wall I had my back up to, only to realise it was a plinth, not a wall. A plinth with a bronze cast statue of a dog atop it.

'Funny,' I thought, 'That statue looks bloody familiar--'

At that point, my train of thought jumped as another thought appeared, banging against a door in my mind like a repo man. Needless to say, my mind did not want to let that thought in. However, my gaze mercilessly lowered to my hand and took in the design on the pin, which had also been imprinted on my palm by how tightly I'd grasped it.

A stylised skull. And so the door splintered, allowing a hurricane into my mind.

'--enjoyeachmoment--onlybylettingstrangersindowefindnewwaystobeourselves--SHIBUYA--trustyourpartner--don'tletlifeholdyouback--PLAYERPIN--somedaymydreamwillfindme--soozettaslow--REAPERS'GAME--whenyouseetherealmewillwestillbefriends--forgetthispartnercrapyoI'myourfriend--THEWORLDENDSWITHYOU--'

I think it's to my credit that I didn't scream aloud. However, as my vocal cords were as frozen as the rest of my body while I had the impulse to scream, my composure may not be as great as I think.

Once I regained control of myself, I quickly stuffed my hands into my jacket pockets and rummaged -- I had to have some psychs on me, whether it was a 'unique' one that gave me a signature attack, or 'generic' ones that marked me as a jack-of-all-trades.

The search revealed half-a-dozen pins, whose designs I didn't recognise, four pin decks with all six slots available (phew!) and a booklet that seemed to be a pin guide. Although I didn't recognise the pins, their psychs came to mind as I held each in turn -- shockwave, grave marker, flame blast, earthquake, doomed mobility, healing. Not bad at all. I slammed them into one of the decks, hoping that the knowledge on how to use them came as easily to me as their psych types.

I pulled myself to my feet and attached the Player Pin to my jacket, so my allegiance would be clear to all. A couple things bothered me concerning my entry -- for starters, the fact I'd never been outside the UK meant I had no clue how I'd got to Shibuya (OK, obviously it was an alternative Shibuya, as I couldn't see a game being released about it if it was real). Also, how did I…become eligible to enter? And what was my entry fee?

I shook my head. It would all have to wait. A quick glance at my phone told me the mission hadn't yet been issued. The rules were simple: find a partner and form a pact, complete the missions, survive seven days.

Time to find a partner before Noise or an errant Reaper showed up to erase my ass.

PROLOGUE: AWAKENING, ~FIN.

RENO: "And now it's time for Reno..."

YUFFIE: "And Yuffie's..."

MANTI: "What the hell?"

RENO + YUFFIE: "Strange Town preview!"

YUFFIE: "It's more popular than the main fic itself!"

MANTI: "Based on what? This is the first chapter posted!"

RENO: "Sooo, a new Player enters the Game. One with pre-existing knowledge of the Game. Surely, this isn't legal?"

YUFFIE: "I don't know Reno, you've been doing this longer than me! What I'm more interested in is, will he survive seven days? Will he find a partner? And is that a young man or a young girl I see?"

MANTI: "Again: What. The. Hell."

RENO: "A rouge lady looms large in our hero's immediate future; will he survive the first day?"

YUFFIE: "If not, he sucks."

MANTI: "Get the hell outta my fanfic!!!"