Chapter Twelve: On That Day...

It all happened so long ago, yet I remember it as if it were yesterday. Everything seemed so strange - so new - I didn't know what I was doing, or what exactly was going on. I was just a kid then; young and foolish. I don't know what I was thinking; running away from the farm like that, but I did. I didn't want to be cramped in that farm. I wanted to grow, and be my own goat. I soon learned that I had chosen a very dangerous path, and once on it, I couldn't just run away.

I ran as fast as my small goaty legs could go. It's not that I don't like Jim, or his family, it's just that they're a little too weird, I told myself. I was far from Kalm, from that goat farm, and then I suddenly realized that I was alone. It was a creepy feeling, being away from the people I had spent all my kid hood with.
I trotted cautiously through a wide field, looking around. Quite suddenly, a pack of Kalm Fang leaped up from out of no where. They started to circle me, eyeing me hungrily. I didn't know what to do; every moment of my young life flashed before my eyes. One of the beasts snapped at my leg, I let out a cry, and then they were gone. I spun around to go back to the farm, and I saw the pack pouncing on a man in front of me. I don't know what came over me, but I let out a high pitched bleat, and charged the Fangs. There was a blur of fur, and blood. The next thing I knew, the Fangs were gone, and I was wearily sitting beside the man who had been attacked. He was injured, and he needed serious help.
It was at that moment that I first considered going back to the farm for the first time, but I knew I couldn't do that. I dragged him all the way to a small chocobo farm. It was there that they nursed the man back to health, and took care of my few wounds. After that, we became travelling companions.
"The name's Olaf," he introduced. "I guess we're pals now, huh? You know, you saved my life." He smiled and ruffled up my hair. "So, where do we go now? It doesn't seem that you have a home, and I've been fired from my job at Uncle Bobby's Fried Chicken. Well, I guess we'll just travel the fields together, huh?"
Together, we went all the way to Wigfarm, in a hopes that Olaf would find a new job, and he did. He got one as a janitor for Gengai, and I got to help him out.

"Now what's this? Seems to be covered in dust. Mojo should really keep his stuff clean," Olaf said to himself, casually cleaning a large container with an old cloth. "Jimbles..." the word echoed into my ears as he cleared the dust and grime away from the name plate.
He continued to scrub, until he could finally see through the glass. A purple-black fish was there, staring right back with glowing green eyes. For some reason he became infatuated with the fish. For days, he obsessed over it.
"Hey Jimbles, how's it going today? What's that? You want a belly rub? Oh, yes you do!" he exclaimed in a cutified voice. He proceeded to rub the container. "That's a good Jimbles!" It started off innocently enough, with some harmless games. Strangely enough, it had some strange control over me, as well. While Olaf was busy cleaning other areas of the building, I would stare at Jimbles' green eyes. It hypnotized me, and all seemed peaceful. Then, a couple days later...

"What's that Jimbles? What do you need me to do? I don't know. No! Don't say that Jimbles! I-I'll do it, just give me some time. Just... Some time..." I overheard him talking to it, in a quieted tone. My ears were telling me that he was talking to himself; that there was no response coming from the purple-black beast. Though, in my mind I could hear echoing whispers of some horrible, disembodied being. I couldn't make it out, but I knew that there was something wrong with Jimbles. There was a reason why the container had been shoved into storage and left for ages of dust to cover it.
Again, I felt the sudden urge to return home, but I knew I couldn't leave Olaf. We had become friends, and I couldn't just run off because he, and that fish of his, were creeping me out a bit. Besides, I didn't want to go back to the crazed farm life, I wanted to expand. However, I wasn't sure this was the safest place for me to expand.
That night, I had trouble falling asleep. It seemed almost as if I had the weight of my whole goatly world upon my shoulders, and I wasn't sure what to do. I finally fell asleep, and in the middle of my slumber there was a screech. The most horrible, mind rattling scream I had ever heard, but I didn't hear it. It echoed through my mind; I awoke instantly. I looked around the room, but there was no one there. That really worried me, since Olaf should have been in bed. I heard the screech again, echoing through my mind, and I fell to the ground, recognizing the voice. The voice was that of the disembodied whispers I heard before.
I moved as fast as I could out of the room, speeding down the halls, trying to find Olaf. I made it to the elevator, but of course, as a goat I wasn't allowed to have a key card. I rammed the door of the elevator in a vain attempt at getting in. The whispers started, and they were quickly becoming more clear. I bleated loudly, trying to force the voice out of my head, but it started speaking louder.
"Sarah..." it whispered, the hissing echoing in my ears. "Sarah... Ssarah... Sarah.... Ssss..."

"...arah? Sarah, wake up! Come on girl," Jim pleaded, shaking his poor goat.
Slowly, the goat's eyes blinked open, and she looked up at Jim. The young man's face lit up with cheer, and he lifted the goat, starting to dance with her. His messy hair flew everywhere as he danced around, quickly, in circles.
Jessica looked at Jim, and then whispered to Florence, "It happened. He's really lost it this time." The goat and Jim continued to dance, as the ship slowly sailed across the sea.
The sound of footsteps clanking on metal soon came from above, and Harry, clad in a sailor's uniform, soon appeared. "Hey guys!" he exclaimed in a hushed voice. "There's something happening on deck. Come on up, and check this out." He then turned and clamoured back up, disappearing.