I just get crazier and crazier... I may be losing intrest in this story. The chapters are not very long, forgive me.

Also I don't own Final Fantasy or any of it's characters. I do how ever own Tessa and Chicky.

Tessa wept over her fallen feathered comrade, just as a large shadow loomed over her quivering frame.

"Is it my turn yet?" A loud booming voice asked. Tessa looked up, whipped away the tears and nodded.

"Go ahead Barret, it's your turn." She said sadly. The tall black man smiled as he turned to the wooden doors of the judging room. He was wearing a vest, with an odd mesh shirt underneath. He seemed normal only instead of an arm, he had a gun and instead of pants…he had a tutu.

The sound of Barret's heavy army boots hitting the floor once again threatened Rufus's paper workings, only this time he had made a zoo. It appears that during the time frame of this show Rufus's mind has been beginning to crack under the pressure of seeing friends and co-workers humiliate themselves.

"Look Rude it's a tiger!" Rufus said as he waved around a small paper cat at him. "Pass me that pen!"

"Why?" Rude responded. It was clear that he was having no fun at all.

" Because I have to put stripes on it, moron. How are you supposed to know what it is?" He said in a very matter of fact way. Rude sighed and passed over his blue pen. Yuffie was still silent from Vincent's audition.

"Hey I've been standing he for a while, can I sing yet?" Barret asked impatiently. They had completely neglected the fact that Barret had been standing there in a tutu for over three minutes, thus ruining the effect of it.

"Get it over with already." Rude said massaging his forehead. Barret grinned and jumped high into the air and landed hard on the ground, shaking Yuffie back to life.

He started to sing 'I Like to Move It' whilst making odd, vulgar, thrusting movements in every direction. He also added beat boxing for flavour.

"YOU LIKE TO MOVE IT" He screamed finally as he slid on his knees towards the judges table.

"THIS IS A BLUE PEN! I have no use for this!" Rufus cried in horror, he had spent the entire audition trying to get the damn thing working. "My tiger looks ridiculous now!" He threw the little blue pen across the floor.

"Well, you didn't specify if it was to be blue or black!" Rude said angrily, trying to avoid looking at him.

"I was making a freaking tiger! What did you expect?" Rufus yelled. Barret looked disappointed, he hung his head in shame, and walked out. Yuffie sat looking petrified.

Barret closed the door behind him only to gaze upon the scene of many people, young and old, gathering around to mourn the death of Chicky.

"We gather here today, to mourn our loss of our beloved farm yard friend, Chickinald McCluckCluck." The minister said softly. "And to say a few words, will be Tessa, his oldest and dearest friend." Tessa got up, she was now in a black full-length dress, wearing a big black sun hat with a veil that shrouded her face.

She looked up at the large mournful crowd. "Not many people knew Chicky like I knew Chicky. He was a loving Rooster, a caring Rooster. He had a hen and two chicks." She nodded gravely at a hen with two small yellow chicks walking around as if unfazed by the death of their beloved Rooster and father. Tessa whipped away a tear. "So strong" she murmured.

Barret then realised that his audition was a failure and he went into the bathroom, changed into his ordinary pants and sobbed.

And it wasn't out of grief for the loss of Chicky.

Well maybe a little.

RIP Chickinald McCluckCluck