Disclaimer: I do not own FF8 … wow … I just made a normal disclaimer … ha ha ha … well butter my ass and call me a biscuit …
~Chapter 10: Wax~
"Omigosh!! They're kissing!!" Selphie squealed while she looked out of the picture window overlooking the lake and the dock.
"What? What??" Quistis shoved the smaller girl aside to take a better look, "Omigod, they are!!"
Seifer looked at the two mesmerized girls, "Wow, you people have no lives."
Selphie shot him a glare, "We do! We just find it amazing that we actually got our best friends to suck face."
Irvine and Zell grinned and Seifer snapped his fingers, "I've got an idea."
***
Rinoa pulled away slightly and Squall said, "So… Um… Who's Mr. Cassenada?"
"A Spanish teacher." She responded.
Squall smiled, "You think Quistis had an affair with him or something?"
Rinoa gave off a short laugh, "Are you kidding me? The guy was married… His brother however… Was…"
"Was what?" Squall asked.
She paused, as if hesitating and then said calmly, "He was very… Good-looking." She said, unable to find a suitable synonym.
"Good-looking?" Squall asked, trying to hide his jealousy, "Meaning you found him good-looking?"
"Yes, is there a problem?" She asked, amused and she pushed Squall into a lying down position.
"Good-looking as in…" Squall refused to change the subject, "You mean… Good-looking as in… Better then me?"
At this, Rinoa burst out laughing, "Squall, what the hell? Are you fishing for compliments?"
"No…" Squall was actually serious, "You found him better looking then me?"
She rolled her eyes, loomed over the lying figure and then said, a hint of sarcasm showing through, "Oh no, definitely not better looking then you, Squally Wally."
And she bent down to kiss him again.
***
"It's oddly quiet…" Rinoa observed as she entered the cabin.
Squall peered over to a supposedly sleeping Zell on the couch, "They're all asleep."
Then, as if being struck by a bolt of lightning, both their eyes went wide and the dashed to the room with the two bunk beds.
Rinoa snapped the light on and she expected what she saw. Selphie was sleeping in what would have been Rinoa's bunk, and Irvine had taken Squall's bunk. Leaving the double bed in the other room to the reluctant couple.
"Get out of my bed!" Rinoa hissed at her friend.
Selphie grinned, eyes closed, "Sorry, it's my bed now."
"Nuh-un!" Rinoa protested, "I called it!"
"Like an old French saying says, …" Then Quistis took on a thick accent, "Celui qui va a la chasse, perd sa place."
"What?" Rinoa raised an eyebrow, "Talk to me in English, please."
"What she meant was: Since you aren't in the bed, it's not yours anymore." Selphie laughed.
"You people are evil!" Rinoa whined and Squall was attempting to threaten Irvine out.
"Dude, you know if I get out, but my girlfriend doesn't then I get to share a bed with yours?" Irvine smirked and Seifer laughed from under him.
"Asshole…" Squall muttered under his breath.
"I'm not sharing a bed with anyone." Rinoa looked determined.
***
Two hours later, after arguing and screaming and countless pillow fights an arrangement was settled.
"Ok, you stay on your side, I'll stay on mine." Rinoa said icily and was obviously not too happy.
Squall shifted to the edge of the bed, "Fine. This wasn't exactly how I anticipated my first night in the same bed as you but hey!"
His response was a smack in the face with a pillow, though that didn't stop his smart comments, "Hey, a guy can dream right? Course when he wakes up and the bed sheets are all wet then you know his dream was rated R."
"Shut up! Shut up! Shut up!!" Rinoa hissed at him and hit him again with her pillow.
"Oh by the way, I have a tendency to start humping things in my sleep." Squall informed her.
Rinoa cringed and shoved Squall off the edge of the bed, muttering, "Pervert!"
"I was joking!" Squall tried to explain but he was thrown his pillow from the top of the bed, and in replacement for a good-night kiss he got a, "And you better stay down there!"
***
Squall groaned his morning greeting and sat down in a chair, "Someone please walk on my back."
Seifer looked up from his coffee mug, "What the hell?"
"My back hurts." Squall grunted his complaints, "She made me sleep on the floor."
Irvine began choking on his toast in laughter. Seifer and Zell only grinned their amusement.
"Ha ha ha…" Squall mimicked sarcastically, "As soon as I'm healthier I'm gonna kick your sorry asses."
Seifer chuckled, "Love to see you try. Last time we fought, we cut our fucking faces up." He was referring to his and Squall's scar.
"Yeah, well that was in a competition. Title for strongest military figure." Squall scowled, and he started rubbing his back.
"We're going to a wax museum today!" Zell said gleefully, "In town! It'll be so cool!"
***
"A wax museum?" Quistis asked, not very amused, "A freaking wax museum?"
"Like, those stupid wax statues?" Selphie asked incredulously.
"Did you… Hit your head or something?" Rinoa asked Seifer.
The group walked on a white, paved sidewalk through the urbanized streets of the little northern village. Normally, people would think of villages as country places though this one was far from fitting the description. Shops and stalls were set up, movie theaters and hotels. A perfect, little tourist town.
"It's a scary wax museum!" Irvine explained, "Kind of like a haunted house, you walk in this dark hallway and look through windows at a scene. Like Frankenstein and then you press these buttons to make the wax figures talk."
"So it's a crappy imitation of a haunted house?" Quistis spoke disdainfully.
"Exactly… And sometimes you actually go through things like they made a jungle scene with a hallway."
(Extra information: If any of you have been in the scary wax museum in Lake George U.S.A. then you know what I'm talking about. Yes… The one with the Frankenstein right out the entry door!)
"Right…" Selphie said sarcastically, "This is going to be really fun…"
Suddenly, a tall, burly figure started walking alongside of the girls. He was a 5'7" macho man.
"Hello!" He made a growling noise at Rinoa, "How'd you like to come with me?"
Rinoa raised both of her eyebrows at the man of about her age and responded, "Wow, big muscles. Are they making up for a thing or two?"
"I was thinking you could be the judge of that." He grinned at Rinoa mischievously.
Rinoa, however, did not have the time to give her reply for the brawny man was pushed against a nearby shop wall, his feet slightly dangling some centimeters above the sidewalk.
Squall Leonheart held the 'gentleman' by the collar of his shirt, his teeth clenched, "What the hell do you think you're doing?"
Rinoa placed her hand gently on Squall's arm, "Woah, let him go!"
"Sh-sh-shit, man, sorry!" The guy cried out helplessly, "I didn't know she was your sister!"
"Sister?" Squall was even more pissed and raised him further, "She isn't my sister, she's my girl-" He stopped himself and looked towards Rinoa. Her left eyebrow was arched in an inquisitive glare.
No… She was not his girlfriend; he had to remind himself of that. Nor had she ever been, nor will she ever be. He put the man down reluctantly and gave him one last death glare. The group began to walk on.
"What the hell was that you crazy bastard!?" Rinoa hissed at Squall, "What's your problem?"
"Maybe you should be thanking me!" Squall retorted, "Is that really the type of guy you like to go out with?"
"No, but I had the situation perfectly under control!" She slapped him in the back of the head, "You were making a freaking scene!"
"Oh shut up you spoiled little brat!" Squall said through grit teeth, "You're such a freaking bitch!"
"And you're delusional!" She took on an exaggerated moronic voice, "Sister, oh she isn't my sister she's my girlfriend, yaah!"
"Well you certainly aren't my sister!" Squall spat, "And I'm glad you aren't my girlfriend!"
He regretted immediately saying those last words, for he knew they weren't true. She, however, didn't seem the least bit fazed, "And you think I'd want you to be my boyfriend? I feel bad for Sarah right now!"
"Enough!" Seifer grabbed Squall by the back of his shirt and yanked him backwards, "I have the impression that I'm in a freaking tennis match, back and forth, back and forth, back and forth! Would both of you just shut up?"
"See, look, there's the wax museum or haunted house or whatever. Can't you two get along for the rest of the trip?"
"Whatever." Squall said.
Rinoa grimaced and responded, "If he stays out of my line of sight." And she walked on.
***
It was unusually dark. The group of seven identified themselves as being in a narrow corridor, the only sources of light were electric candles (and they were few in number) and glowing red buttons on panels that were entitled 'Push here for cool sound and visual effects…"
Selphie went up to a button and pushed it, a glowing light emitted from the window parallel to it and a great big looming wax statue was looming over a mutilated woman's wax body. Behind the looming figure another was shown, a young witness covering her face.
From out of nowhere a loud piercing shriek was heard and words were projected, "Help! Murder, murder, murder!!"
On the explanation panel it read, 'Insane Madman'.
"That was not a cool sound effect." Rinoa's voice was barely a squeak.
Zell's voice quivered slightly, "Nor was it a cool visual effect."
Squall, Seifer and Irvine laughed, "You're both wusses."
The group of five moved on and two figures stayed behind.
"Wow, you sure are good at hitting it off with girls!" Seifer hissed at Squall.
If it was light enough to see Squall's expression, Seifer would have noticed that it was bitter and saddened, "Damn, she hates me."
"I don't know." Seifer admitted, "Let's just go."
***
"Um… There are no longer any lights or buttons." Quistis remarked, her voice detaining a hint of a tremble.
As soon as she said so, lights beamed and they saw that the tiny corridor had enlarged into a full fenced in room. From the ceiling sleeping bags were hanging, wriggling with life. A booming voice sounded the area,
"You have entered the tourist trap… Ma ha ha ha ha…"
Quistis shrieked and latched onto Seifer's arm, closing her eyes tightly, Selphie jumped at Irvine's neck and would not let go.
Rinoa shoved her face into Squall's chest, shaking with surprise and alarm. Her hands hung on tightly to the side of his shirt. The only thing he found to do with his hands was to put them on her waist.
"Ok, you girls are overreacting here." Seifer commented as he tried to wrench his arm free, "These are electronic bots covered in wax…"
"And we have just lost Zell." Irvine informed.
"He's become one of them!!!" Quistis shrieked and pointed to a wriggling sleeping bag.
Rinoa pressed her body closer to Squall's and Selphie cried out, "And we're next!!"
"Oh hell, this is getting out of control. Zell's right where we entered." Seifer pointed in the direction of the entrance of 'The Tourist Trap'.
Zell stood there, shaking with fear, "I'm not going in there."
Irvine rolled his eyes and said, "Come on man… This is the only way out of here."
"I'm not going in there." Zell repeated, the terror, not gone from his voice.
"Dude, I am going to go there and kick your ass if you don't get over here now!" Seifer threatened.
With that he began dragging Quistis, who was still latched onto him, out of the room, "We're going."
***
The group kept going down the dimly lit corridor, leaving 'The Tourist Trap' behind them.
Suddenly, a green light illuminated from fake bushes. Behind the shrubbery a wooden sign was raised.
"Watch your feet…" Seifer read.
"Watch your feet?? Why? What for?" Rinoa's tone held a psychotic edge to it.
"Lemme check." Seifer replied and he walked on for a little while. "Oh… It's all mushy here… Be careful when you walk you might trip."
"Ok…" Quistis began to walk herself, then Irvine, then Selphie, then Zell and finally Rinoa.
"So who suggested coming here again?" She asked as she stepped carefully through the mushy floor, attempting her best to see where she was going because it was still fairly dark.
"Irvine…" Squall responded, "Is this what the 'surprise' was? The one you told us about at breakfast?"
"Yep." Irvine's voice came from the other end of the obstacle.
"I'm going to kill you." Rinoa hissed at him.
Squall began trekking on the mushy floor as well and he caught up with Rinoa, "Don't scream, I'm right behind you."
"I knew that." She said, mentally cursing herself for she was about to let off a shriek just then and there.
He slipped his hands on her waist and urged her forward.
***
"Well, Rinoa, we've reached the part where you just drop dead on the floor." Seifer concluded.
"Shut the hell up!" Rinoa countered, "I can so get through this."
"I think I can, I think I can, I think I can…" Squall joked behind her.
There was an extremely narrow bridge, going through a tube and in this specific tube stars were spinning around along with different shady colors, making the poor victim on the bridge feel nausea, confusion and achieve an extreme state of clumsiness.
Squall got up on the bridge and walked across with relative ease, "There's nothing to it." He said from the other side.
Rinoa reluctantly got up onto the bridge and started to inch forward. The spinning got to her head and she felt her heart jump up to her throat. Needless to say she nearly passed out.
She clung onto the railing tightly, taking baby steps. The spinning seemed to be intensifying… Or was that just her head?
Finally she made it across and looked to Squall triumphantly, "See, told you I could."
"Yeah, over a span of 50 years." His response was a smack in the head.
***
To the girls' relief, the group stepped out into the warming sunshine. They were out of the horror house. The guys, however, seemed to think it was the 'coolest thing ever'. Well… Irvine, Squall and Seifer did. Zell still seemed shaken from the Tourist Trap but his mood lightened.
"Guys look!" He pointed at the entrance of the 'Horror Museum'. "It's another stupid statue!"
They all turned to the tall Frankenstein model right outside the entrance door as Zell went right beside it, "It looks so stupid! Ahahahaha!!!" Zell smacked the statue on the arm and his eyes went wide…
"That arm felt real…" He said in a nervous laugh. And indeed the arm was real as the 'statue' lifted its thick arms and grabbed Zell's shoulder.
"AAAAAAAAAH!!" Zell yelled out in panic and dashed from the grasp of Frankenstein, running down the perfected sidewalks of the northern village as his friends behind him laughed out loud.
Sammy: Wow, ok. Weird I know. I don't think there's another fanfic on this site that includes the FF8 gang going to a horror wax museum. Heh heh… Well, this is actually based on lived facts (Yes, this has happened to me…). So anyways, please read and review and I sure hope you enjoyed it. Not many SQUINOA moments but heey… Please review!
Beta's Note: Let the rabid monkeys terrorize Sam for not writing enough mushy-gushy crap. ^.^ Nah, I'm just joking. Anyways, our gracious author (I'm getting paid to say that! :D) has written more. I have three words to say: Good Job, Sam! Heh! Yeah, um… Anyways, sing your praises and they will "Sound beautiful" (Heh! Ms. C. for ya)… Actually, sadly, they won't say a word, but will encourage The Holy One (I am getting paid for this! :D) to write. Heh! Oh, on a last word, don't butter her ass and call her a biscuit; that's just nasty.