(Hey it is I, ObliviX. This is just my you know... What the heck! "Now,
surrender your soul." "No way!" I take out a samurai sword. "Puny human!"
"Oh well, enjoy the story!")
Chapter One: A Strange Coincidence? Maybe.
Seymour threw down his strategy guide. He let out a long sigh. "Darn, if I could only figure out how to defeat Seymour..." Seymour's head flew up. "Wait, how come at this moment in time did I just notice that the Seymour from Final Fantasy X looks exactly like me, including the hair. But, not the accent."
Seymour looked at his digital watch. It was 4'o clock. "Dang, I've stayed up for awhile. Well, I'll just sleep in my normal clothes so I won't have to get ready for school tomorrow. Oh yeah, it's the first day, right? Oh well."
Seymour flopped into his bed.
The night rolled on. It was always tough finding a comfortable position because of Seymour's hair. It was not his fault. As far back as he remembered, his hair grew as he grew. He always got the idea, it had a mind of it's own. Sometimes, he swore he heard say it liked a girl at his school. It was a strange feeling, to have a living being attached to your head.
Seymour sighed. "I wonder, could it be possible? Could Final Fantasy X and Final Fantasy X-2 somehow be connected to the real world?"
Seymour closed his eyes. A strange voice echoed in and out of his head. "The answer is right under your nose, and you don't even know it," the voice echoed. Seymour turned. "Shut up, hair. I'm not in the stinking mood."
(Hoped you liked the first chapter. Sorry it was so short. I'll make the next one longer. Oh yeah and review when you can. And what did you think of Seymour's hair? Yeah so... Ah, man! It's the evil dude who tried to get my soul. Oh well.)
Chapter One: A Strange Coincidence? Maybe.
Seymour threw down his strategy guide. He let out a long sigh. "Darn, if I could only figure out how to defeat Seymour..." Seymour's head flew up. "Wait, how come at this moment in time did I just notice that the Seymour from Final Fantasy X looks exactly like me, including the hair. But, not the accent."
Seymour looked at his digital watch. It was 4'o clock. "Dang, I've stayed up for awhile. Well, I'll just sleep in my normal clothes so I won't have to get ready for school tomorrow. Oh yeah, it's the first day, right? Oh well."
Seymour flopped into his bed.
The night rolled on. It was always tough finding a comfortable position because of Seymour's hair. It was not his fault. As far back as he remembered, his hair grew as he grew. He always got the idea, it had a mind of it's own. Sometimes, he swore he heard say it liked a girl at his school. It was a strange feeling, to have a living being attached to your head.
Seymour sighed. "I wonder, could it be possible? Could Final Fantasy X and Final Fantasy X-2 somehow be connected to the real world?"
Seymour closed his eyes. A strange voice echoed in and out of his head. "The answer is right under your nose, and you don't even know it," the voice echoed. Seymour turned. "Shut up, hair. I'm not in the stinking mood."
(Hoped you liked the first chapter. Sorry it was so short. I'll make the next one longer. Oh yeah and review when you can. And what did you think of Seymour's hair? Yeah so... Ah, man! It's the evil dude who tried to get my soul. Oh well.)