Final Fantasy/8-Bit Theatre Fanstories

[Seran]

Fun! Several parts I did find funny. Some punctuation used incorrectly with the quotations, but hey, no one can be perfect. Not that I know of anyway.

Thief even has rights to their, er...biographies...

[MetalPsycho]

Oh, sorry. I was kind of rushing with the spellchecking and forgot to go over punctuation. Next chapter will be more well done, promise!

[Seran]

Hey, that's alright.

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"He killed him."
"Who?"
"The emperor."
Black Mage could have gone pale, and as he took the sword, he held the bloody blade flat on the palms of both hands and stared down at it.
"That's not like him."
The girl nodded, then continued to hum her requiem while Quickman slowly pushed herself up. Black Mage only stared, stared down at the sleeping expression on Vargus's face, then turned around to see that Matoya, too, had been slain. She was nearly bald, as her hair had been burnt off her head and some of her clothing was scorched. She must've been killed by Thief or one of his minions. Under the table a dark figure moved uneasily, painfully, and crawled out, his shoulders and chest heaving as he held back a sob of anguish. The figure was none other than Drizz'l, who looked as though he had been completely tortured. He crawled over to the white mage, seeking some relief from his pain and wounds. He shuddered in agony. While Black Mage stared around at the carnage, a door was suddenly flung open at the other end of the hall through which he had come. He didn't recognize the figure through the darkness and the light. It stood there, its head limp, its arms holding the two doors open, with blood splattered across all over its body and a manic gaze in its eyes. The stranger breathed heavily.
It slowly walked in, with a torn and ripped cape fluttering behind it. The figure's expression looked dazed and exhausted, but as Black Mage stared at him, he thought he could see a hint of amusement. Insane, mad amusement. The figure managed to lift its head and smile at them. At first its eyes settled on Vargus and Seran, then Drizz'l and Quickman, then finally Black Mage with the blue sword in his hands. The stranger swayed.
"Hi," he said quietly in a broken voice. "Let's play, old friend." His voice was hoarse and hissed like a delusional snake. "Pal."
Walking in through the same doors came someone who was much more familiar. His features were not as distorted with wounds and blood, and his blue hair, pointed ears, and tan skin would easily give him away nonetheless. Thief walked up next to the swaying Fighter, and put his hand on the emperor's shoulder. His smile was more calm, but terrible intent flashed in his eyes.
"Yes. Let's play, BM. Step away from the dead people so we can play."
Black Mage's jaw dropped open and he backed away, nearly tripping over the dark elf, his eyes focused on the two. He heard a great thump from above, from the ceiling, a sound that could only be created from the falling body of Bahamut. That could only mean that Red Mage had come.
"G-get back!" he exclaimed, gripping the hilt of the sword and directing its tip toward the two. He stepped behind Drizz'l, stumbled past Seran, staggered over Quickman, and backed away into the wall. Thief laughed coldly at him as Black Mage became suddenly aware of how serious this dream had been the entire time. "You're not real! Just turn around and get the fuck out of -- "
"Ooh, cursing won't do you any good," Fighter sang, giggling next to Thief. Fighter must have lost the battle, but he was still willing to kill one more friend, one more ally.
What will it take for you to wake up?
I...I don't know...
Well, whatever. This is actually quite a bit of fun to watch.
What? B-but -- !
Black Mage glanced around uneasily. Thief's head slowly tilted to the side onto his right shoulder, and Fighter only continued to smile insanely at Black Mage with a drowsy expression, like he was going to die and was happy how he would die, like he was confident that this would save him from death or something. He could see Seran cringing beneath their shadows, but she didn't dare to move away from Vargus. Fighter was the first to walk toward Black Mage, unsheathing a sword and holding it in his left hand. He did the same with his right. The emperor walked past Seran, tapping her once on the head with the left sword, and she bowed her head while he approached Black Mage. The mage shivered with Fighter's other sword in his hands, wishing he knew how to wield a sword without hurting himself. When Fighter got too close, Black Mage cowered and fled along the wall to the nearest door. The warrior calmly watched him as though this was all a game to him. Black Mage bolted along through the hallway, toward a staircase up which he nearly ran if it weren't for Red Mage, with his crimson hair, already waiting for him at the top of the steps with a triumphant smile. His sword gleamed with dragon blood.
Black Mage turned back around and tried to flee down the stairs, but Thief and Fighter had already cornered him. Red Mage followed him down, his green dragon breathing fire gleefully as it sniffed at the air, detecting every sort of meat and flesh that was laying around. Thief stepped forward while Black Mage stood there, frightened, glancing around at all of the blood and death that had suddenly surrounded him. Why had he not seen it sooner? He needed to run from this nightmare. But no matter where he looked, there was either a wall, or a friend just waiting to kill him. He looked at Red Mage and backed away from the dragon, but Thief suddenly pushed him forward toward the demi-god, who raised his sword and struck across Black Mage's chest in a horizontal blow. He stumbled back, only for his spine at the bottom of his neck to meet the point of Fighter's weapon.
"For my ribcage," said Red Mage, patting his own chest. It still looked injured.
Fighter's sword stabbed at Black Mage's back and he jumped forward, trembling. The sword's point had left a shallow mark at the bottom of his neck, in the back. The amber light of flames emerged from the darkness, and he turned around to see Thief playing with fire in his hands.
"Can you dance, BM?"
Black Mage was tired and frightened. He had suffered enough of their games. He turned and ran at Red Mage to push him aside, and once he did, he dashed up the stairs while Thief's fire pounced forth and caught the tail of his dirty cloak. He tripped at the top of the stairs, writhed and waved the tail of his cloak back and forth to be rid of the flames, then continued to flee along the hallway. It seemed rather familiar to him, as though he had been there before. In fact, he had, for it led up to the chamber he had long ago gone through, where he met the red-eyed ninja, and where Fighter's bedroom lay near. He burst into that chamber, looking around at the bloodstained designs with even more horror, and he immediately raced toward the hallway where Fighter's room was. But as he fled past it, he saw another murdered figure on the bed. He stopped, retreated, and peeked through the crack of the doorway. He couldn't see who it was who had been slaughtered, and so he pushed open the door. He walked into the room, stood in front of the bed, and stared down at all of the blood that covered the once magnificent bed. A slow gasp came into his lungs as he realized that he was staring at another one of Fighter's swords piercing the heart of none other than White Mage -- murdered. He slowly lifted his head as he felt more misery crushing his spirit. Words, very small words, were written in blood on the wall, but from the end of the bed he could see what the words were.
"I love you."
Black Mage stumbled away, unable to stand any more of the nightmare. He was given no time to react. Someone suddenly gripped his hair with painful force, and a choked cry of hurt escaped from him. Black Mage made a feeble attempt to move his head and he saw the person gripping his head. It was Fighter, with a sinister expression in his eyes and a smile to match its evil. He dragged Black Mage out of the room, where Red Mage and Thief awaited them. Fighter dragged Black Mage along the hallway, with Thief and Red Mage following. He pushed him into another room. Black Mage had tears in his eyes from the shock and the agony. He whimpered while Fighter continued to clutch his hair -- and while Red Mage and Thief joined them, Thief to his left and Red Mage to his right, Fighter grabbed his hat and tossed it aside. Black Mage saw his own face in the mirror that hung from the wall in front of him.

[DarkCORN!]

Woah. Thats crazy.

[Mondt]

So are you just taking into account that this is a dream and not "This heppens because of this?" Because most of this makes less than no sense at all.

Or it's just me.

[MetalPsycho]

Yikes. o__o

[Quickman X]

Ah hell, Seran's approaching 666 posts.

The last bit of the nightmare nearly made me cry. *sniffle* ...you saw NOTHING.

Can't update the interactive story tonight -- I'm whipping off this message at my animation class. Will try to update tomorrow.
Bear with me, mmkay?
And being the jerk I am, I think I'll torment :fighter: a bit more.

By t3h way...

Originally Posted by Seran

Wild. Wild. With gore and blood splattered all over the ground with the leaves becoming crimson in the rain of blood and the sky turning scarlet with the battle. Yes! The violent war that would mark only one small point of the Apocalypse! Ragnarok! Armageddon! Doomsday! The time of death that will bring gloom and darkness to the future, where nothing shall exist except for the smallest bit of dying light!

...Sorry. My evil instincts kicked in again. Ah, er, anyway...trouble? Good...good.

I DENY EVERYTHING! IT WASN'T ME! A WIZARD DID IT!

[Seran]

He was screaming, screaming like he was being whipped, screaming like he was burning. He was shrieking like a child being tortured. He was shrieking like a baby being brutally and ruthlessly butchered. While the voice of the dark god called out to him, trying to urge him into calming down, he screamed at the person who was shaking him furiously and screamed at all the other voices shouting to one another.
Shut up, you fool!
The god who had given him his blue mage status was not pleased with the panic.
"BM! BM! Wake up, it's only a nightmare! It's only a nightmare!"
Fighter was desperate to awaken his poor friend, as he shook Black Mage furiously to make him open his eyes.
"BM! Black Mage!"
He flung himself against Fighter, crying.
"Oh, ye dark gods, it was horrible...just horrible..."
"It's okay, BM! You're awake now."
Black Mage sniffled, rubbing his eyes furiously with his sleeve, and saw that he was sitting in a tent as he looked around at his surroundings. He wasn't outside anymore. From the corner and shadows of the tent sat Thief. Thief was watching him carefully, his fingers pinching the points of his ears. At the entrance stood a shocked Red Mage. His expression was full of wonder and worry, his red hat hiding the same face that Black Mage had always known. Kneeling next to Fighter was White Mage, her hands delicately covering her mouth with fright. Black Mage stared into Fighter's eyes, which held the same kindness and naivety as they had done so in the past. He looked at White Mage's beautiful eyes, recognizing the shine of purity in them, and remembering the many times she had beat him up for a pick-up line. He turned his head and looked into Thief's, full of greed but now gleaming with thought. Black Mage then finally looked to Red Mage, familiar with that usual twink shine in his eyes. He was suddenly embarrassed and ashamed of himself. He panicked for no reason at all, in the presence of the people he had always known. It wasn't his fault though, right? The people in his nightmare were so much more different. When he was aware of how lucky he had been the entire time, however, his face contorted into a sob, and he cried as he covered his hidden face with his gloved hands. Fighter patted him on the back.
"That must have been one bad dream," he heard Red Mage comment. He nodded with relief.
"Good thing I brought you in here when it started raining last night," answered the voice of Thief. "Probably would have gotten worse."
Thief wasn't so bad after all. Black Mage failed to stop himself from hugging Fighter, still crying, and then Fighter hugged him back, although he had no clue why they were hugging all of a sudden. Soon Black Mage realized who he was hugging. He tore away, spluttering, and rubbed his eyes and nose. While he did, he could hear White Mage lend her voice to him.
"Are you okay?"
"Huh?" He raised his head, looked at her innocent expression, and nodded. "Yeah, I'm-I'm fine. Perfectly -- perfectly f-fine." Black Mage sighed, gazing around at the right friends, the right people, and noticed how bright the sun was outside. "Give me another hour to sleep."
"Oh no. You're going out there and pulling that boulder."
"You brought that in?"
White Mage turned to Thief, bewildered that he was crazy enough to drag a boulder all the way to the river.
"Why? And how come you used the others to do your work?"
"Well, I'm an elf, they're human, so it's perfectly natural."
"It -- it is not! Thief, you can't go around doing infantile things like this!"
"Who says it's infantile...?"
Black Mage laughed flatly, but he leaned back and curled up on the sleeping bag. Did he dare to sleep again? He closed his eyes as the voices of the others floated around him. For some reason, he felt at peace, like he wouldn't have another nightmare. While Fighter leaned against him, his elbow on Black Mage's shoulder, it seemed that the world would spare him for that moment. His mind drifted off while Red Mage argued in a friendly way with someone he didn't know. The person sounded like Celebren. Maybe it was Celebren. Black Mage opened his eyes for a moment, looking at Thief, to see Thief had lit a candle and was holding it in front of his eyes. His eyes seemed to turn red from the flame's light. Black Mage remembered the ninja with the red eyes from his nightmare. He closed his eyes again, and finally went back into a more peaceful sleep without any evil or terror plaguing him.

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I post very often, that I do.
Next nightmare?
Red Mage.

[MetalPsycho]

I can only imagine what RM's nightmare will be.

As for me? Well I'd love to work on the fic and all...but...yase, I JUST got Advent Children and this other new game and well...hehe...you'll see it Monday, porobably.

[Robert Paulson]

I have a tendency to throw in esoteric references to games I've played, so once again, I'll provide insider details right here and now.

Yes, that was indeed Sora that the LWs ran into during part 1. You know what's weird though? I've never played any of the Kingdom Hearts games. I was just going off information I've read on the internet, so I hope my portrayal of Sora wasn't too far off.

In part 2, when Thief said the only thing he found of interest in the forest was a Moogle suit is an homage to Final Fantasy 5. Also, all of the Moogles, except for Zoog, look and behave like the Moogles from FF5.

Zoog was made up entirely by me, but he is based off Mog from Final Fantasy 6, even though my fanfic would have you believe it was the other way around.

And lastly, in the end when RedMage was saying that he could meet all these heroes he knows about, the "bad-to-the-bone dragoon" would be Kain from FF4, the "pink-haired princess" would be Lenna (spelt Reina in the PS1 version) from FF5, and the "frog knight" would be Frog from Chrono Trigger.

And lastly, a confession. I didn't write any of these fanfics to the best of my ability. I could've been way more descriptive, but chose not to. I didn't have any notes either, I just made these up on the spot for the most part. This was something I did for fun. Oh and lastly,

Originally Posted by Seran

Next nightmare? Red Mage.

This should be interesting. I'm late in my praising, but I love your writing style, Seran. They say you either got it or you don't. As a fellow writer, lemme tell you right now, you got it, Seran. And I also liked the entries by CelebrenIthil, Quickman X, and MetalPsycho. At this point, I'm completely burned out for more ideas of 8-bit fanfics, so no more entries by me for a long time. (Unless if the fans demand it.)