NOTE---I do not own the Final Fantasy series, so dont sue me, this is just a mark of appreciation and expression of creativity.
A STORY ABOUT STRANGE THINGS (POSSIBLY FEATURING RANDOM GUEST STARS)
Seifer stared blankly at his catch, before hurling it back into the dark, misty expanse of the night. He heard it crash into the faintly shimmering lake, and sighed impatiently.
"I don't get why they exiled me...hey, I said sorry, but no, that didn't count for anything!" Raijin and Fujin shrugged in each others general directions.
"Damn this lake! All I can catch here is old Galbadian military junk...what the heck is this anyway?" Seifer examined a silt covered metal box that he had kept.
"What's this weird symbol?" An eerily luminescent blue glyph glowed beneath the fine layer of filth on the box, almost beckoning Seifer to touch it.
"It's pretty heavy, maybe it's got something inside it...what do you guys reckon?" Raijin frowned at the box, it seemed to be giving off sinister vibes that Seifer couldn't pick up.
"Hey man, careful with that thing...I mean, I don't really know about stuff like that, mystical things...Fujin, you take a look, it's givin' me the shakes..."
"COWARD!" Fujin shoved Raijin out of the way and seized the box from Seifer, who looked clearly irritated.
"Hey, give it here! I found it!!"
"WAIT. THE BOX SEEMS STRANGE, I WILL EXAMINE IT."
"Come to think of it, that box doesn't even look Galbadian."
"No, it resembles a Centran artefact of some sort..." Raijin and Seifer exchanged worried looks.
"She only speaks when she's being real serious, y'know?" Fujin pressed the glyph, barely hesitating. Suddenly, an ethereal blue light enveloped the three. After the light subsided, they stood in a dark purple, neon glowing room. Above the box, which now lay on the ground hovered a small figure, odd in appearance. It grinned a manic, toothy grin, its strange eyes closed tightly.
"Hey, what the heck are you?" said Seifer, in a broken stutter.
"Well, technically, I'm not actually one thing. I suppose I'm a human being, but my friends and I don't agree. DON'T PIGEONHOLE ME!!!" As the creatures face switched back into its peaceful, cracked smile, Seifer, Raijin and Fujin picked themselves back up, having leapt backwards and fallen over.
"A bit random, you're thinking. I like to change from one thing to something totally different. One moment, a computer, then an amnesiac. Who knows what I'll end up as?"
"Do you have a name?"
"Yes."
"Well?"
"Did you ask? Oh, yes, how rude. My name's Thom, AND I'M A BIT OF A LOONY!!!!"
"JESUS, STOP YELLING!"
"Hypocrite opportunist. You just shouted too! So, why are you here? I often wonder why I'm here, I get all homesick and paranoid...are you trying to steal my children? I'll call the cops, I will, I mean it!!! ...sorry...look, I'll just explain. My name is Thom, and I hail from the Kid A mountains. You lot are supposed to give this box thingy I'm trapped in to a bloke called Squall. He has to save the world FROM THE LOONIES!!! Who go by the name of the Backdrifters. Trust me, don't trifle with this lot, they'll mess your faces up beyond recognition. You should see my pal Phil, he talks all funny. By looks, he should be a thuggish bouncer, but he speaks like an art critic!"
"The hell?"
"Yes, it's MAD isn't it? Oh, and if you come by a similar box, with a red glyph, be wary. A strange demonic version of me lives in there, he's just a nihilist or something. Keeps on going on abut absolution...he has spiky black hair, and really doesn't look that similar to me, but avoid him."
"Yeah, sure...can we, uh, go now?"
"Did I say you could stay?"
"No, but-""Shoo, pests! No I will not play bloody Creep. Now get out, before I set Ed on you."
"I'm not even gonna ask,...come on guys, let's go."
WHO IS THIS WEIRDO THOM? WHAT EXACTLY IS HIS RELEVANCE? WILL THESE BACKDRIFTERS BE STOPPED HEROICALLY BY SQUALL AND COMPANY, OR WILL SEIFER AND HIS LOYAL IDIOTS NICK THE MISSION? FIND OUT NEXT TIME!
A STORY ABOUT STRANGE THINGS (POSSIBLY FEATURING RANDOM GUEST STARS)
Seifer stared blankly at his catch, before hurling it back into the dark, misty expanse of the night. He heard it crash into the faintly shimmering lake, and sighed impatiently.
"I don't get why they exiled me...hey, I said sorry, but no, that didn't count for anything!" Raijin and Fujin shrugged in each others general directions.
"Damn this lake! All I can catch here is old Galbadian military junk...what the heck is this anyway?" Seifer examined a silt covered metal box that he had kept.
"What's this weird symbol?" An eerily luminescent blue glyph glowed beneath the fine layer of filth on the box, almost beckoning Seifer to touch it.
"It's pretty heavy, maybe it's got something inside it...what do you guys reckon?" Raijin frowned at the box, it seemed to be giving off sinister vibes that Seifer couldn't pick up.
"Hey man, careful with that thing...I mean, I don't really know about stuff like that, mystical things...Fujin, you take a look, it's givin' me the shakes..."
"COWARD!" Fujin shoved Raijin out of the way and seized the box from Seifer, who looked clearly irritated.
"Hey, give it here! I found it!!"
"WAIT. THE BOX SEEMS STRANGE, I WILL EXAMINE IT."
"Come to think of it, that box doesn't even look Galbadian."
"No, it resembles a Centran artefact of some sort..." Raijin and Seifer exchanged worried looks.
"She only speaks when she's being real serious, y'know?" Fujin pressed the glyph, barely hesitating. Suddenly, an ethereal blue light enveloped the three. After the light subsided, they stood in a dark purple, neon glowing room. Above the box, which now lay on the ground hovered a small figure, odd in appearance. It grinned a manic, toothy grin, its strange eyes closed tightly.
"Hey, what the heck are you?" said Seifer, in a broken stutter.
"Well, technically, I'm not actually one thing. I suppose I'm a human being, but my friends and I don't agree. DON'T PIGEONHOLE ME!!!" As the creatures face switched back into its peaceful, cracked smile, Seifer, Raijin and Fujin picked themselves back up, having leapt backwards and fallen over.
"A bit random, you're thinking. I like to change from one thing to something totally different. One moment, a computer, then an amnesiac. Who knows what I'll end up as?"
"Do you have a name?"
"Yes."
"Well?"
"Did you ask? Oh, yes, how rude. My name's Thom, AND I'M A BIT OF A LOONY!!!!"
"JESUS, STOP YELLING!"
"Hypocrite opportunist. You just shouted too! So, why are you here? I often wonder why I'm here, I get all homesick and paranoid...are you trying to steal my children? I'll call the cops, I will, I mean it!!! ...sorry...look, I'll just explain. My name is Thom, and I hail from the Kid A mountains. You lot are supposed to give this box thingy I'm trapped in to a bloke called Squall. He has to save the world FROM THE LOONIES!!! Who go by the name of the Backdrifters. Trust me, don't trifle with this lot, they'll mess your faces up beyond recognition. You should see my pal Phil, he talks all funny. By looks, he should be a thuggish bouncer, but he speaks like an art critic!"
"The hell?"
"Yes, it's MAD isn't it? Oh, and if you come by a similar box, with a red glyph, be wary. A strange demonic version of me lives in there, he's just a nihilist or something. Keeps on going on abut absolution...he has spiky black hair, and really doesn't look that similar to me, but avoid him."
"Yeah, sure...can we, uh, go now?"
"Did I say you could stay?"
"No, but-""Shoo, pests! No I will not play bloody Creep. Now get out, before I set Ed on you."
"I'm not even gonna ask,...come on guys, let's go."
WHO IS THIS WEIRDO THOM? WHAT EXACTLY IS HIS RELEVANCE? WILL THESE BACKDRIFTERS BE STOPPED HEROICALLY BY SQUALL AND COMPANY, OR WILL SEIFER AND HIS LOYAL IDIOTS NICK THE MISSION? FIND OUT NEXT TIME!