Author's Note: This is soooooooo AU it's not even funny. But how else can
you literally rip the characters out of the game and place them completely
in our world without, well, massively change their backgrounds and
circumstances? And if the background changes, the person probably will
change. I am happy to say most of the stuff is actually mine and Squaresoft
owns only the characters and a few other minor things. My first attempt at
writing in third person so again, another amateur work.
Connecticut
Prologue
It was a pretty house.
He stood in front of the walnut door, on the stone gravel beneath rolls of golden autumn leaves, as the wind moved his hair. The hair was always messy, much to his dislike. However, that was not what had caught his attention at the moment. He was too busy analyzing every detail of the picture in front of him.
The door was etched toward one side, off-center and left plenty of room for the two bright windows, shimmery glass reflecting the setting sunlight. The inside, however, was obscured with light-colored drapes folding into the windowpane. Neutral-grey bricks with bright mix of other fragments appeared into view under the blue-black roof. Steps of smooth rock lined under the front door, with a metal railing on each side. Bushes of undergrowth dotted along the base. The fading lights encircled the entire structure, giving it an almost misty and at the same time distinct shaded texture.
Very homey. Like the model on a picture of the brochure in the mail about this section of the town. It even had the accompaniment of chirping from the robins, hidden somewhere above in the tangle of yellow and orange.
He hated it.
Connecticut
Prologue
It was a pretty house.
He stood in front of the walnut door, on the stone gravel beneath rolls of golden autumn leaves, as the wind moved his hair. The hair was always messy, much to his dislike. However, that was not what had caught his attention at the moment. He was too busy analyzing every detail of the picture in front of him.
The door was etched toward one side, off-center and left plenty of room for the two bright windows, shimmery glass reflecting the setting sunlight. The inside, however, was obscured with light-colored drapes folding into the windowpane. Neutral-grey bricks with bright mix of other fragments appeared into view under the blue-black roof. Steps of smooth rock lined under the front door, with a metal railing on each side. Bushes of undergrowth dotted along the base. The fading lights encircled the entire structure, giving it an almost misty and at the same time distinct shaded texture.
Very homey. Like the model on a picture of the brochure in the mail about this section of the town. It even had the accompaniment of chirping from the robins, hidden somewhere above in the tangle of yellow and orange.
He hated it.