Chapter 4: Aphrodite Potion Continued in the Worst Way Possible!
Okay people I don't own Star Ocean or Mickey Mouse for that matter and I hope this is worth the type! I couldn't have done this without my buddy, Joshua! So I hope you all enjoy!
"Ugh . . ." Welch moaned as sounds of the outside world entered her ears. She wanted to go back to sleep so bad though, for she just wanted to get away from all the chaos she had lately. She knew nothing could go wrong in her dreams, because Fayt did not send anything life threatening in them.
She felt a hand through her hair as she smiled pleasantly. She always wanted a dream where she could be at her true lover's side, where he would gently run his hand through her hair, embracing her close to him. This was the best dream ever to her, and she took advantage of it by wrapping her arms around him and pressing her head against his chest. Yet, why was his chest kind of . . . lumpy? As well as why did the hand she felt seemed . . . small?
As she came to the realization that this wasn't a big, strong, sexy man, her ears picked up a conversation in the background of her dreams. One of the voices was high-pitched and slightly squeaky, and the other one was a mid-tone feminine one, both arguing about something strange. Something . . . horribly strange.
"Tynave, can't you figure out why Clair is acting this way?" The squeaky voice spoke up.
"I don't know Farleen, but hopefully Welch will still be asleep by either the time Clair snaps out of it or we make her snap out of it."
"Well, let's get her off Welch before she finds out now . . ."
"How can we?"
'Clair? Tynave? Farleen? They are here? Why? And who's stroking my hair?' Welch thought before she fluttered her eyes open to get a good view of what's going on.
"Hello there, love. Have you had a good sleep, my princess?"
Welch yawned a little and looked up at Clair, smiling, "Uh, yeah, the best sleep I've had . . ."
Once she was fully awake, horror began to overwhelm her.
'CLAIR? STROKING MY HAIR LOVINGLY INSTEAD OF A HOTT, SEXY GUY?'
Eyes widening, Welch quickly glanced around the place, wondering if anything was missing. The swords were in place, the rabid monkeys were in their cages, the vial was full . . . WAIT!
Welch took a double glance at the vial, which she now knew was empty. What happened to the vial? Something must've happened when Clair, Tynave, and Farleen dropped in . . . wait . . .
"Clair, where did that vial go? It's a pink filled vial, and it's . . . well . . . in a vial."
In a very seductive tone, Clair responded, "Oh, that thing? I mixed it in with my coffee, my dear, sweet Welch. But if you really want a drink, I could give you one . . ."
"What the hell is wrong with . . ." Welch took a triple take at the empty vial, but she wondered why it disappeared. Glancing around, trying to find where the liquid went, she noticed something different. There was a second coffee mug next to the coffee pot. Welch knew she didn't drink out of two mugs . . . wait . . .
She NOW knew why inventing was technically illegal in Elicoor II. Everything becomes a nightmare.
Welch gave a great yelp as she pushed herself off Clair and jumped right over the desk as she yelled to the two girls.
"TYNAVE, FARLEEN! GET HER AWAY!"
"Sorry, Welch, but I'm having problems too! Tynave drank some of the coffee to investigate further and now she's gone crazy too!" In other words, Farleen was being tangled up in an affair with Tynave, who's been trying to French kiss her for the past five minutes. Yet she retreated for about twenty seconds to restrain Clair from having . . . well . . . something with Welch. In those twenty seconds, Welch grabbed her Mickey Mouse trademark stick glove and leapt right back over Clair onto the desk table. Sadly, Farleen sacrificed herself and ended up being dragged away by Tynave to have the time of her life.
Clair trying to grab hold of Welch's leg proved unsuccessful as Welch swung the Mickey glove stick at Clair yelling, "BACK . . . BACK! Ye . . . olde . . . well . . . um . . . uh you . . . ME OBSESSED PERVERT!"
As Welch attempted to poke the Mental-medication needed girl, Clair quickly snatched it away and threw it to the side, taking a sudden lunge towards Welch, landing right on top of her, ready for anything.
In the struggle Welch screamed in slow-mo, matrix style (with the deep voice included) and quickly opened her desk drawer to find a Tricky Tricky Duck Bomb. Gee what irony!
In a battle cry . . . or a cry for help, Welch threw the duck bomb (the duck was yelling, "MWAQUAHQUAHQUAH!" the whole time) at Clair's face. Bad move. Off in the distance . . .
"Mommy! The pretty colors are back again!" The same little girl back in chapter one tugged at her mother's dress in attempt to get her attention.
"Not now, Tina. Mommy's trying to buy some cream for her foot fungus."
"Aw . . ."
Back to the somehow non-affected guild . . .
Screaming, Welch tried to slip from Clair's grasp, for the poor attempt to explode her face off ended up in failure. After about ten minutes of "GET AWAY" and clothes ripping, Welch escaped from Clair's clutches, but with the consequence of a torn jumper at the hips.
Attempting to run out the door and to safety, Welch sprinted as fast as she could. Yet Clair's expert warrior skills were no match. Unsheathing eight knives at one time, she threw them at Welch with such deadly aim in attempt to pin her to the wall. Just barely did she miss, for Welch flew out the door like Speedy Gonzales, with the only loss of another piece of cloth missing from her jumper. Stopping in the street, she looked back and forth, hoping for a way out of this mess. Suddenly she spotted a red haired figure. To her, she only knew of one red-haired person in Paterny or Aquios for that matter.
"NEL!" She ran up to the young woman and pretty much squeezed the life out of her in happiness because Nel could be ray of light that gets rid of Clair.
"Ugh! Might I ask WHY you are hugging me?" Nel raised an eyebrow at the younger, naïve girl.
Blushing a little, Welch pulled away and spoke in a slightly nervous tone.
"I . . . Clair . . . well she is in love with me or something . . . she's gone crazy!"
"What do you want me to do about it?"
"Something! I mean I'm guessing after she drank the vial Fayt sent . . . hey! What do you know about the Aphrodite potion? And who's Aphrodite?"
Raising a brow, Nel responded, "Well . . . I do remember Fayt telling me Aphrodite was the Greek Goddess of Love on Earth, then I recall him telling me he was going to name the potion after her. Why?"
"HE SENT ME A DAMN LOVE POTION, THAT'S WHY, AS WELL AS SOMEONE ACCIDENTALLY DRANK IT!"
Nel's emerald eyes contracted to slits as she asked in a quieted voice, "Who?"
Just as she asked, the door slammed open with a love-entranced girl, eager to kiss Welch.
"OH WELCHY-POO! WHERE HAVE YOU GONE, MY LOVE? I MISSED YOU SO MUCH! COME GIVE SEXY CLAIR THE MOST PASSIONATE KISS WE EVER SHARED!"
For the first time in Nel's 23 years of experience in life, her eyes widened as large as UFO saucers. The type of UFO saucers that threaten to beat the living hell out of you in one blast. Anyways . . .
Welch backed up behind Nel shakily, "Apris help me, please tell me where that antidote is."
"I don't . . . know. I think I heard him say it should wear off . . . but I don't know how long that will take."
Hysterical, Welch screamed in desperateness, "WHERE'S FAYT?"
"Well, if you really wish to know, I saw him last riding the Diplo."
"THE WHAT?"
"The . . . Diiiiiiiiplooooooo. Or do I need to spell it?"
Narrowing her eyes, Welch responded, "How will I catch him?"
"Well, the only option you have is taking Crossell and Lovergirl over there and flying up to there. But I don't think Crossell will enjoy company such as you . . ."
Sighing, and knowing what she must do, she somehow managed to tie up Clair with chains and gags after three long unnecessary hours of tearing off pieces of clothing and screaming. She could pass for a peasant by now.
So the two girls traveled to the far reaches of Elicoor II (well just to Urssa Lava Caves) and somehow managed to survive the battles they had to face. Well, they only just ran away, nothing more, BUT with the expense of three foot long gashes and burns.
Eventually crawling on their bodies to the chamber of Crossell, the two women wondered what they should do at the moment. Welch thought up how to kick the living hell out of the dragon for building a dwelling in a place such as this, and Clair thought of how to ask Welch to marry her.
"SO, YOU MORTALS ALREADY BOWED FOR ME? SUCH LOVELY PEOPLE. NOW WHAT DO YOU WANT?" Crossell boomed, stamping his foot on the ground.
Surprisingly Welch didn't pee herself, but maybe it was just because she was too angry and tired to even care. In fact she made one of the boldest moves in history for a scrawny girl her age.
"GIVE US RIDES TO THE DIPLO YOU ONE HELL OF AN UGLY LIZARD!"
Okay, you expect Crossell to be literally P.O.'d and he was going to shred both girls into little bacon bits to garnish his next meal. Right? Well, you guys are right that he was incredibly angry, but the two girls just weren't worth his time to kill. Too little meat on their bones anyways. So in great, heavy bucketfuls of sarcasm, Crossell spoke up once again.
"And who is this young lass who calls upon me with such a WONDERFUL attitude . . .?"
"I'll show you attitude in a moment," Welch murmured, the spoke up loudly, fighting sarcasm with sarcasm, "OH, you're incredible greatness, how I long thee to give thou a ride to the Diplo which is almighty but so much weaker than you my lord!"
OKAY, now you guys must think Crossell HAS TO KILL the two girls, right? Wrong. In fact he gave in, stretching his wings in defeat. Taking the girls by the teeth, he throws them on his back and leaps through the ceiling, taking flight. Little did Welch know the rubble loosened Clair's chains . . .
On the way to the Diplo, Welch sighed in relief. Everything was going fine, until she felt these hands wrapped around her. Wait . . . who could hug her? Clair was in chains . . . right?
Welch turned her head in horror as she saw Clair burrowing her face into Welch's back, eager to feel her body in her arms. She also started to slip off the remains of Welch's jumper as Welch began to scream bloody murder. Not knowing or caring how Clair escaped the gag and chains, Welch attempted to scramble away from the crazed, insane girl, trying not to lose her balance. Unfortunately, Welch slipped on the scales and fell on her face, giving Clair the perfect opportunity to rip her clothes off. Clair leaped on top of Welch as poor, young Welch grabbed Clair's arms with both hands, trying to keep her away.
Clair whispered seductively in Welch's ear, "We won't fall if you don't struggle."
"LIKE HELL I WON'T!"
By the time the two reached the Diplo, Welch was ready to give up and say the hell with everything. She had most of her clothes torn at shoulders, the stomach, and any other spot described before, as well as her hair was disheveled.
Welch, surprisingly with enough energy to run around angrily, leaped onto the ship, not caring about how it looked and how advanced it was. Seeing Maria walk up to her, but not noticing Fayt right behind, she screamed, "WHERE IS FAYT?"
Maria stepped to the side to show a very frightened Fayt and by the time Welch saw Fayt, she grabbed Clair forcefully and had thrust her at Fayt yelling, "HERE, CURE HER NOW!"
Only this time Clair wrenched herself away from Welch, stood against one of the railings, and held her head in confusion as she spoke, "Cure who? I don't need curing . . . and why am I here? And where's Tynave and Farleen?"
Welch looked over to Clair with an open mouth and started to cry hysterically, "OH, FORGET IT!"
None of the crew besides Welch knew whatever happened to Welch and why she was dressed a little too skimpy, but Fayt was kind enough to bring her back to the guild in Paterny and gave her a chocolate heart.
"I'm sorry. I didn't think that would happen . . . well I hope you do feel better," With that Fayt walked outside, leaving Welch to think.
'At least he was kind enough to apologize and bring me home . . . hm, I just wanna rest right now . . .'
Little did Welch realize when she sat down . . .
BOOM!
Face and body covered in ashes, Welch just realized she sat on the thong Clair, Tynave, Farleen meant to pick up. Whimpering she muttered, "Why do these things keep happening to me?"
In one last attempt to keep her sanity, she reached for her cup of coffee, but she soon realized it wasn't hers at all, and it was what was left in the guild until next month.
Tossing the mug over her shoulder and realizing she couldn't even have a cup of coffee without having it ruin her life, she began crying hysterically as she began banging her head against the desk, muttering, "Why . . . why . . . why . . . why . . ." after each bang.