Chapter 1 : Kefka's special talent with children
He left the complex and headed to the streets of Vector, searching where the cursed mall was. Gestahl had told him the shop was named Final Fragrance. What kind of crappy name was that, anyway? He didn't care, as long as he found the perfume, cologne, whatever it was.
People stared at him as he walked. It was not every day you saw a clown-like mage wandering the streets. Not when all the population wore simple, everyday clothes.
He crossed to the other side and, after walking two more blocks, found the mall. The doors automatically opened and he entered. Immediately, he felt the cold air of the air conditioner refreshing him from the boiling weather outside and moaned of pleasure.
A child of no more than 2 years came running towards him, obviously drawn to his colorful attire. It began to stare at him happily, trying to catch his attention. He turned his head to his right and saw two women smiling tenderly at his feet's direction. He looked down and saw the little tyke there. He never really liked children.
"You want attention? Go ask your mama. I can't give you any."
He tried to shoo the kid, but it grabbed his cape and was dangling from it as he tried to walk. Losing his patience, he cast Firaga on the child and a little amount of crisp now replaced it.
The two women screamed of fear and ran away while he laughed hysterically.