The Evil Presea had to write this fanfic to get it out of her oddball system. However, Presea does not own any ToS character, or the game. (If she did, everyone would be looking like oompa loompas) thank you for your patronage.
Presea Combatir and her happy weapon factory.
(The characters will completely resemble the people from Willie Wonka, but they will have the same names. Please keep this in mind.)
This is Lloyd. Lloyd is a poor little boy who lives in a small shack downtown. His father, Frank (Colette's dad for all you people who are clueless as hell) and his mother, Phaidra, were both extremely poor. Lloyd lived with his Grandparents as well as his own parents. His grandparents were Old Man Kratos Aurion, his senile wife, Martel, and on his Father's side, were Grandpas Yigdrassil and Yuan. (That was due to an, um, odd parentage marriage shall we say.) Everyone lived in that small little shack. Lloyd was a nice young boy who always did everything that was kind and considerate. Little did he know, his whole life was going to change.
Downtown, there was a giant factory, that no one had been seen coming in or out of in such a long time. It was a giant weapon and axe factory, run by the Legendary Presea Combatir. But ever since a mishap where a plagiarizer named Marble had tried to steal the perfect armor shield away from Presea and her factory, every worker and person was banned from the factory forever.
But things were changing…
OOH CLIFFHANGER! I LIKEY! STAY TUNED!