Disclaimer/Note: I do not own Final Fantasy VIII, or any of the characters in this story (unless otherwise stated). I'm not making any money off this story; it is being written for my own sick twisted amusement. All original concepts in this story are original (duh) and belong to me. If you steal anything, then I will kill you. Several times. This story is a novelization of the game, taking place from slightly before the beginning until slightly after the end, and contains violence, language, angst, romance in varying forms, mind games, and psychological trauma/mental instabilities. Please enjoy.
Queen of All Time:
Prologue -- Voice
Cold Eyes doesn't mind the scary people in the Rooms we have to go to everyday. I mind. I mind a lot. They're scary. Real scary, and they're always talking, but they don't say anything. They don't ever say anything, even when they try to ask you questions. You can't hear them; you can't understand them. It's like trying to listen to a mute. So I think the Rooms are scary, and I don't like going into them. But Cold Eyes doesn't mind, and Cold Eyes says -- sometimes, to me -- that we have to. It's part of our job. I don't like our job; I don't know what we do. Cold Eyes says -- sometimes, when I'm not being ignored -- that I don't have to like it, or know. Because Cold Eyes says that I don't know anything; I'm too stupid to understand so I shouldn't talk. That makes me sad, when Cold Eyes says that. Real sad. So I don't think that I like Cold Eyes sometimes. I don't like Cold Eyes when he's
(she's, it's)
being mean to me. But Cold Eyes doesn't like me at all, so it's okay.
I guess that Cold Eyes isn't so bad after awhile. Cold Eyes is Cold Eyes, and nothing can change that. I know that Cold Eyes likes some weird, scary things, but Cold Eyes isn't a bad person. It doesn't make Cold Eyes a bad person. And Cold Eyes is smart. Real smart; the smartest person I don't really know. Because nobody really knows Cold Eyes. And I don't think that anybody should, or should want to. But some of those people in the Rooms? They want to know Cold Eyes. I think that's bad, because Cold Eyes doesn't want them to know either. Cold Eyes likes being mysterious. I think that means that she
(he, it)
likes being scary. Because I think it's scary that Cold Eyes likes solitude; likes being alone. All alone. Without anybody there. That's why Cold Eyes doesn't really like me; because I'm always there.
. . .I don't like being alone, because I think it's scary. Cold Eyes says that I'm stupid for thinking that; for being like that. But Cold Eyes doesn't really talk to me, because Cold Eyes doesn't like me. Cold Eyes wants me to be all alone, like the way I used to be. But that was scary. Real scary. So I don't like that, and I tell Cold Eyes that I don't ever want to be alone again. Not ever. And that's when Cold Eyes really gets mad at me; when I try to say things back. Because it
(he, she)
isn't talking to me, so I should just be quiet and go away. That's what Cold Eyes says when I do that.
Cold Eyes hit me once, when I did that. It hurt. A lot, and I didn't say anything for a long time. I just started crying, because I was sad, and I was lonely, and my face hurt. Cold Eyes hit me again then, harder, and told me to be quiet. That time it hurt more, and I couldn't stop crying. So Cold Eyes said that I didn't have a reason to be crying, and Cold Eyes kept hitting me for awhile. And then Cold Eyes was done, and Cold Eyes left me alone. Cold Eyes just let me cry for awhile. But it wasn't for very long, because Cold Eyes doesn't like it when people cry. I think it's because he
(she, it)
can't. So Cold Eyes gets really mad when other people do.
But Cold Eyes isn't a bad person, and Cold Eyes isn't violent. Cold Eyes just doesn't like me, and that's okay. Because, sometimes, I don't really like Cold Eyes either.