Author's Note: I put Vincent in, due to Nefertieh holding up a picture of him. Oh, and I had a burst of creativity from making a snowman with a blunt in its mouth. As much as I hate anything that falls from the sky- rain, snow, sleet, hail, bird crap- I had to make a smoking snowman. Hilarious.

Disclaimer: I thought of this. Therefore, isn't it mine!

Day Seventeen: 8:29 PM. Location: Sobering up in the bathtub.

Madness level 88/100. I'm as mad as Sephiroth being forced into a yellow sunbonnet and made to play with some evil little girl in her tea party.

I might be going through a 'rejection' stage. I blast "Who are you" by The Who until Grandma comes pounding at the door and I can't hear it. I haven't left my bedroom for several hours. I didn't even go to work today. Eh, who cares right now?

When the music slowed down and was in that stage of changing to a new song, I heard Grandma knock.

"Reno, you open this door right now or I'll have to break it down!" She screeched.

She can't do that. That door is made of metal.

"Reno, I'm waiting until three. One,"

I kicked my shoes off and crawled under cheese-puff crumbed sheets.

"Two,"

I picked some gunk out of my ear and ignored her.

"Three."

The door slammed down with a large BOOM and I immediately sat up, glaring at the doorframe. But, once again, I was scared shitless because another AVALANCHE member was at my doorstep. It was 'Red-hobo-cape-wearing' Vincent Valentine, former Turk.

I screamed like a little girl and jumped back under the covers. That man was the poster child of schizophrenics.

"This nice man stopped by, Reno. Do you know who he is?" Grandma asked in her sweet little saccharine voice. It was that voice that haunted my dreams.

I huddled under covers, pants tightening uncomfortably around the thighs. Stupid dress pants. I prefer living without clothes, thank you very much.

Grandma took that as a yes, and left me alone with that psycho. I peeked form the covers and saw him walk closer.

I ended up having a nice conversation. I had always imagined him as a brown-toothed, I-throttle-little-kids psychotic, since I never saw him up close. We talked about Shinra, weapons, and Eve.

I was holding his gun, which he called Cerberus, and when I thought of Eve and Cloud for a moment, and shot a hole in my wall. Stupid, stupid, stupid Eve. I wish she dies horribly in a Mako-related accident with Cloud. Then I'll pee on her grave.