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The Final Distance	By : Resting-Madness Category: Final Fantasy Games > Crossovers Views: 924 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: Disclaimers: I do not own a single character, location or bit of input that creates the Final Fantasy VIII and VI worlds. I simply do this for fun, so there's absolutely no money in it for me.

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Squall dropped a box of old, worn out busted electronics into a large bin beside the hotel's exit.
Seifer tossed in a folder of papers so old that they look tea-stained, but it's just weathering from having sat in a rotted truck for decades. Glancing at the pile to see if it needed another trip to the dumpster, he notices the items that his fellow cleaning crew member tossed in.
"With the right tools, this crap might be worth a sell,"
"What is it with you and Irvine today, that you've both got money on the brain?" He paused what he's doing to look in Seifer's direction to see if he's paying attention to him. "Is there some hot item everyone is dying to get that I don't know about?"
"What, are you two years old? Do you not need to earn for a living?" Came the needlessly cynical retort.
Thinking to himself, while Seifer's on a rant. 'I didn't realize the cost of living went up so much.' He thought about his own dorm expenses. 300 gil a month seems pretty standard for the larger rooms.
Seifer's words came back in. "Not to mention squiring Zell around town,"
His fine thin brow furrowed at that, causing Squall to ask. "Doesn't he pay? Irvine and I take turns."
"If by pay you mean a hearty punch to the shoulder, and 'thanks for the date, buddy'... than, yes, no he doesn't pay." He took the liberty of punctuating his words by slamming some rusty junked up appliances into the bin.
"Maybe it's his way of paying you back for all those years of insults and injuries?" Squall studied the picture of a grinning elderly man on a record cover. 'I would have.'
He didn't think he could be that small and petty, but if he lived through Seifer they way Zell had, hell, he himself has, he'd want to dole out some form of punishment to the teammate and friend, who has so much enthusiastic brutality hardwired into his personality that he had to get a Disciplinary Squad started in Garden a year after they first began attendance of the military school. What a miserable few years those were. Maybe Zell's onto something with his "alleged" passive aggressive punishment tactics.
'I wonder if he ever bothered Irvine?' It didn't seem like it. What the hell is up with that? Even during the unexpected sorceress war, Seifer looked down on them but invited Irvine by his side as a fellow Galbadian. Hn. Fellow Galbadian. If only Seifer had attended the other Garden at the time.
"If that's what he's doing, I'll-" Seifer gasped sharply enough to draw alert to himself, added with the swift removal of his hand from something hidden beyond the check-in counter of the hotel lobby.
"What?" Squall remained alert, but he doesn't move incase Seifer is trying to pull some dumb prank on him.
Ignoring Squall, though not by intention but the sheer magnitude of curiosity. Seifer kneels down, reaching out for the thing that startled him. "I think it's some kind of dead animal," Whatever it is, it's not dead-dead because it's still warm. It's crushed beneath some busted boards and boxes; possibly on the verge of dying. 'I've never seen a pink animal outside of television. I doesn't look dyed...' Moving the board from it's stomach he sees a large bleeding gash when the busted wood sliced through its fur. Its stomach began to move in and out as though in a panicked pant. It is alive! He then removes another near its head intent on checking its breathing.
"Seifer, what?" Squall is headed for the counter.
"It's some weird monster. I think it's dying," Removing a swiss army knife from his coat pocket, he flips the blade out. "No sense in letting it suffer,"
The monster's eyes flew open, as if sensing danger gave it a second wind. Its bulbous red eyes looked around frantically until settling on Seifer, then the blade. It gasped, opened its mouth then the room heated up as a fireball accumulated in the opening and shot out at the near enemy. The gunbladist launched himself backward from the attack, missed by a hair, and he was on his feet and poised to retaliate. Squall looked baffled by the sudden ball of fire shooting off into a corner of the room; it burst against the wood singing it quickly to a dark black. That's one hot flame.
"Seifer, be careful,"
"No shit!" He spat as he watched the creature, still hidden behind the counter from Squall, but quite visible to Seifer who's watching it creeping along low and sideways like a crab walks, trying to find a place to crawl away to and hide most likely.
"Come at me, bitch," He glares her down; judging by the body-type, nude as it is, he can spot breast when he sees them and there's no male genitalia dangling between its lap.
The furry pink monster picked up a pipe to shield itself from the rapid swipes boring down on her from the blond tyrant; the small knife clinked and clanked against the rusted metal pole over and over until she swings it at him during his next strike which knocked the weapon from Seifer's hand. He wished he had his blade instead of rinky-dink knife cutters and useless pocket knife. Who'd of thought that they'd be attacked by some weird monster on a simple fire cleaning assist? This is bullshit. Next time, he'll bring it anyway- to always be prepared.
Squall snuck around behind the pink humanoid striking a blow to the back of his head while it focused wholly on Seifer. She yelped and spun around, striking him with missed punches thrown his way. He threw his fist at her but that resulted in his getting his knuckles burned by his leather glove-covered fist comin into contact with a wall of fire that shielded her when she swept her hand through the air before her where his punch should have landed.
"Don't take your eyes off me," Seifer's long leg dropped down onto her shoulder, knocking her to a kneel before he converted the overhead kick into a sideways bash that sent the humanoid sailing into a wall of flowers. Her furry flesh burned the poor already dead plants to ashes. She's seriously on fire! Squall cured his hand, the blue glow illuminated around him doing its job; giving Seifer a glancing signal to double-team it, as a pair they charged for her!
In Deling City.
Setzer downed a shot of clear, flat as the container it's been poured into, liquid from a tiny shot glass. He cleared his throat as the burn in his chest came to an end. "What was that?"
"Umm," Irvine looked at the bottle. He can't read the Trabian maker's name, but the green forest decorated bottle read easily. "Bison Grass vodka,"
"It feels like my mouth is on fire," Despite this, the stranger poured himself another shot and downed it readily. "I might leave from here with a hole in the back of my head." He ring covered fingers touch the back of his head expecting a hole to have been burned there.
"Sorry. I don't know anything about alcohol, I'm underage." Irvine shrugged his hand.
Setzer waved off the apology. "It's alright. I actually like it. It grows on pleasure-of-pain senses,"
Irvine took a sip of his ginger ale, then dove into the first of many in the queue of questions he has. "Where are you from? I've never heard an accent like that, although I ain't exactly a linguist." It was a strange choice of first, but he figured he could at least help the strange looking man get back to wherever it is he came from if he knew the near enough area of origin. "I guess a better question would be, are you alright?"
Setzer cast the young man a belligerent look, then he smiled. "It'd be a shame if my answer was 'no', wouldn't it?" Downing a third shot, he nods. "Yes, I'm alright- physically, anyway. That previous question would be better for you from me- where am I currently?"
"Deling city, Galbadia's capital."
Setzer's brow furrowed with concern as neither name sounded remotely close to anyplace he's ever been. And he's been all over the world, before and after the great tragedies and back again once it was over. "I think I'd better have one more shot,"
Irvine was about to object to that since the liquid comfort is coming out of his pocket, but the stranger didn't take the refill, as he'd wanted. He instead looked confused, remaining silent with his thoughts.
"What's the last thing you remember?" The man could have amnesia.
"I remember helping a friend with a cleaning project in a spare home," Setzer began, his heavily jeweled fingers played with the shot glass as he spoke; the images of his last location played through his mind as he recounts the events leading up to now. "We decided to stop for a meal, we entered the lift to return to the upper castle-" He paused from start as the helpful stranger repeated the word at a volume for all to hear.
"Yes, castle. A large cement structure that-..."
Irvine waved away the explanation. "I know whatta castle is, pardner, but you say you were in one?"
"Pardner?" Now he's the one confused by words.
"It doesn't mean anything," Irvine quickly explained. "Only thing remotely close to a castle around here is in Centra, close enough to that is The Tomb of the Unknown King, but you can't be talking about there."
"I've never heard of Centra, or Galbi- wherever."
Which brought the helpful cowboy to again inquire. "Where did you say you're from?"
"I come from a mountain village called Algol, but I've lived the main part of my life in Albrook- it's Vector's capital as your Deling city is."
Irvine gave a low whistle. "I've never heard of those places, although, Vector does kinda sound familiar."
"Splendid!" His mood brightened drastically. "Get me back there and I'll pay you your weight in gold," It would great if this nightmare could end before it picks up speed.
"Whoa, now, I said I might have heard of it. It for sure ain't around," Getting up from the stool, he removes his cell phone from his pocket. "I think I might know who to call to get information about it, hang on." He walked a short distance away to make the call, but just as he was about to make one, there was one coming in.
"Hello?"
"Irvine, this is general Caraway,"
"Hi. What's up?" This is unusual for the general, former or otherwise, to be calling him when there are a ton of other candidates- such as his daughter, Rinoa, who are better suited for whatever official business it is that he might need done. Although with their track record, it's likely he wouldn't call her first, if the task was of importance. Maybe it's just a housecall, to say 'How's it going!' or 'Is my kid ok?' Though he's never done so before.
"I just got a call from President Deling about the D-Distrinct prison in Dingo desert. They say there was a weird guy wandering around in the desert babbling about this and that,"
'Another one?' He glanced over his shoulder where the stranger is nearby staring at his phone as if it were an orange chewing on his cheek.
"I tried calling Squall but he's not picking up," He tried to keep the feeling of being insulted from his tone, believing that the aversion had something to do with Rinoa. "I called Garden, and Quistis told me you were closest,"
"You want me to go check it out for you?"
"Yeah, I don't want those hard-noses harassing some poor guy who'd just taken a wrong turn." And the aggression was there because of what happened during the wartimes.
"I know what you mean," Irvine agreed to go and check up on the situation, he told the general he'd call back with the news. "How do you feel about taking a road trip? I think one of your friends may have been found."
Back in Winhill.
The trio of duelist are at a standstill. At this rate the hotel was going to suffer absolute defeat from a fire instead of just a casual assalt as it had previously suffered, which is what brought the hired help out here to clear it for renovations. Squall was out of water, Seifer was out of breath, and the creature was out of patience with fending them off. It was time for a different strategy.
"I don't want to fight you." She said clear as day and in plain English; dropping the jaws of her attackers.
"You can speak English?" Asked Squall lowering his defense stance.
"Screw that, she can talk at all?" To the creature he asks. "You could speak all this time?"
Ignoring the question, as the answer was fairly obvious now, she instead asks her own question. "Why were you attacking me?"
"You attacked me first!" Seifer fired back.
"You're the one holding a knife!"
'She's got you there, Seif',' Squall took the lead in the line of communications as these two were getting nowhere fast. "Look, he's sorry," he released a sigh of agitation, though it was meant as a calmer when Seifer butted-in saying "Like hell I am" to his statement. "He is. We didn't want to hurt you, he thought you were hurt."
"So, what, he was gonna finish me off?"
"Obviously."
"Would you shut up." He stared down the embittered duelist. "We can talk later, but first we have to put out the fires. This whole place is gonna go up,"
Their burning surroundings finally came into focus for them as the wood groaned in protest and despiration for relief.
"Shit," Seifer muttered. "I'll get the hose,"
"There's no need," Said the furry woman. Closing her eyes, she looked less intimidating with her red orbs covered over. More like a gentle, though odd, woman. Sucking in a breath, when she released it the fires died away into nothing more than wisps of smoke.
Squall grabbed a dusty curtain from the floor to help fan the grey clouds out of the window; coughing as the smog drifted by. Seifer held his cough in, looking at the woman who is staring back. He hated to admit it, but he's impressed. He wished he could control his chi like that. It's a weird sort of ability he has, where he can create bursts of energy from within himself. Just like a monster... just as this monster.
"Let's get out of here so this place can air out," Squall commands, as he crosses the room towards the exit he thinks. 'The owner's gonna have a fit when she sees this. More work for us too- great.'
"Hyne. What the hell lady," Seifer closed his eyes; groping for his coat that's slung over the back of an armchair, he thrust it forward to the creature who's looking more like a woman then a monster suddenly.
'Whoa.' Squall was startled to see that the monster has changed into a young lady, roughly their age. He'd of been distracted by the green hair if it weren't for the fact that she's totally nude! Snapping his eyes shut, he waits until hearing her retreating footsteps and the movement of fabric after graciously taking Seifer's coat to slip into. Crises of mental scars alieved he then ushered them all outside.
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The former monster was working through her second baked potato after having wolfed down three fried chicken legs. Maybe they should have sprung for the family meal? Squall figured now was as good a time as any for a 'lunch break' Hyne knows they're going to be forever cleaning up the ruined hotel now that's its... worse. There's likely going to be a pay dock from the fire damages. How's he gonna get in on that hot new item Seifer and Irvine are hurting for now? He smiled to himself at his personal joke, until Seifer nudged him cruelly in the ribs with his elbow, before tossing his head the girl's way as a silent command to ask her something.
"What's your name?" He asks.
Seifer joined in. "What were you doing back there, how'd you get in? I thought that place was supposed to be empty?"
"Are you hurt, you had an injury before?" Squall's says 'before' having noticed- and how could he not have noticed- that the slice was no longer there.
"Are you an alien?"
"A what?" The young woman asked, finally slowly down her dining fest to reply to a question.
"Alien. Little green men from Mars, coming to invade the Earth... Ringing any bells?"
She shook her head. Slowly, she set down her fork and replied to the earlier question. "My name is Terra; I wasn't doing anything back there but healing. I fell through the floor and got cut... I was alone, and began to rest. When I heard the two of you moving around I'd meant to say something but then you starting threatening me with a knife." Her big green eyes looked at Seifer, not with malice, but a wonder if maybe the volatile stranger still wants to hurt her.
Seifer tried to make his expression neutral but he ended up looking maniacal instead. Her gaze then fell upon Squall; he doesn't look any less aggresive than his friend, but he's at least speaking kindly.
"I can heal myself with my magic, it works faster when I'm in Esper form."
"Esper?" The Garden gunbladist say in unison.
"I know that word,"
'Yeah, Seifer, we all took the same history classes.' Squall thinks offhandedly.
"Your race died off centuries ago, didn't they?"
'Smooth. Why not tell her you fed her her pet chocobo for lunch while you're at it. This guy's got no tact.' Squall tried to smooth things over, upon seeing the down look on the young lady's face. "Are you an ancestor of the ancient beings?"
"I don't think so. My mother was human and my father was an Esper. I'm half." Embarrassed she said in a low voice. "Although, I don't look very human," She touched her green hair timidly, ever nervous about how her heritage will be taken by others.
The Empire used her for distruction, the Returners, though with good intentions, used her as a bridge between the two worlds as they fought in the war. The only time she made a real decision for herself was when choosing to be a matron to orphans after the War of the Magi changed the world. The children didn't care if she looked human or inhuman, they loved her with all their hearts. Of course, Locke assured her that her friends felt the same way. It was long enough ago, but it always seems like yesterday that their lives became entangled and they fought side by side saving the planet from indifference and want for power.
"What year were you born?"
"I don't know for sure; but, I'm 18, if that helps."
Seifer was surprised by that, so was Squall; the young lady seemed so much more mature than that of eightteen- of course, he's only ever really know the eightteen year olds he hangs around with, and they're all a bunch of knit-wits.
Terra shook her head, as if to clear the smokescreen. "I'm so confused. I'd like to get back home,"
Squall nods to that and asks kindly. "Where do you live?"
"With my fiance, in a town called Albrook- do you know it?"
'Did she say fiance?' Wondered Squall.
"Albrook? Never heard of it," replied Seifer before taking a swig from his iced tea.
"It's a town near Vector,"
"Vector...? That's the steelhouse that made the railroad systems back in the 1800s..." Squall paled. "Terra, what was the last date on the calender for you?"
"June twelth, eightteen sixty-two"
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"June twelth, eightteen sixty-two,"
Another helping of ice cold water was thrown into the stranger's face for his disrespectful answer to the desert guard's question. This nut is clearly up to no good. Who in their right mind dares to wander in the desert without a vehicle? He must be someone sneaking around to ambush them, cause a stir, create a jailbreak. This lunatic could be a crime lord looking to recruit some thugs. But, they'll show him, and once they've worn him down they'll extract any secrets from him that he might poses about drugs, arms, or even women for sale.
"I'm not lying, I promise you," The man's head lolled back from exhaustion of being hung forward from the draped angel which he's been chained.
He'll be drowned of waterlog in no time. And aren't they in the desert; should such a valuable resource be wasted like this? It was a nightmare! He awoke in the desert outside, though he doesn't recall having gone to sleep. He was just lying out on the sand alone. He called for his friends and brother, but there was no answer. He began to walk when something shifted beneath his feet! He waited for it to spring out from hiding but it remained calm causing him to believe it was only sand shifting beneath him, but when he proceeded forward it happened again! This time with more speed. Just when he was about to drop from having run so hard the invisible follower sprung up from the sand, revealing a very large snake! He's never seen anything like it.
Ill-prepared to face the down the creature, he summoned his strength and poised to do so regardless. He might stand a chance, and of course, it could all be some very vivid dream; the sand was hot, the air very humid, and he's sweating bullets, but likely just a vivid dream all the same.
The sand snake lunged at him but it exploded right before his eyes. He was about to applaud his unknown strength when shackles landed around body, like a metal embrace securing his worked-up nerves. If only it had been that. Because he was carted away in a metal behemoth then thrown against a wall, where he was shackled and is currently being tortured through questioning. Nonsensical questions, too! What's with the clothes, or rather, the 'get-up' as the guards called his regal blue tunic and tight pants attire. How did he get here? He'd like to know that himself. Figarian sand don't possess such a strange structure of metal and concrete stacked like a large tower filled with cell blocks. He knows a prison when he sees one, though he's never seen one quite this advanced.
The cells in his castle are for infants compared to this place.
What is your name? Edgar, Roni, Figaro. They clicked away on some sort of machine that he's never seen before and when his image appeared he just about died of shock. What sort of magic were they using to house such a thing? His name, date of birth, a bit of background on his life… and death all flashed up on this glass in yellow green on dark green.
It was the death part that has him in this cruel line of questioning. Why won't they just believe him? How can he have died when he's right here before them? They can see his portrait right there in the strange machine. Identical!
"Fraudulent identification will get you years, pal. You'd better start remembering who you are, and fast. Pretty guy like you will be real popular in this cage of heat." The guard nudged his companion and they joined each other in a laugh over something vulgar.
A door far right opened and a larger guard walked in; Edgar was bracing himself for the brute squad to appear and give their hand at getting the truth out of him, but the man only walked over to his comrades and spoke to them in an unusually calm and quaint voice for his size.
"The former president says he's going to be sending someone over to assess the prisoner." The guard looked over at the drenched prisoner, his brow furrowed from disbelief. His comrades wasted no time laying into the guy. They were just supposed to hold him, not antagonize him. Sheesh. "He also said to treat the man not as a prisoner but as a common man who took a wrong turn,"
"Who takes a wrong turn into a desert? When you see sand, you go the opposite way,"
The smug guard wasn't wrong. Who takes a leisurely walk in the desert? However, the captive man has yet to even make a threat to them about letting him go. He's just answering their questions, he's not even pleading to be released that much. He's know guys who've actually done wrong, but swear up and down that they're innocent and should be let go. Then they threaten to sue due to wrongful imprisonment. But ever since that incident with Galbadia a couple year ago, the mayor of Deling cracked down on wrongful imprisonment after having had to send for help in releasing his daughter, who could have died in a jailbreak shoot-out! Not a good look.
THe smug guard sneered at their newly shackled prize; a place like this can get pretty dull when there's rarely any fresh meat to watch fall into ruin. But, they don't need a reprimand from the big wigs in Deling breathing down their necks, or worse, firing them.
"Put him in holding,"
The third guard saluted his superior then set to work removing the binds from the prisoner's wrist to then move him to the holding room. He caught a glance at the information pulled up on the computer screen. It's a pretty advanced device; it houses millions of names in its database, maybe even more! This guy could sure pass for the rather stately looking man on the screen. He could be his twin!
But, not the man himself. The guy died over a century ago.
The year is 2012. That's what Kait thought anyhow as he brought up a place for them to crash land in the past. They opened their eyes to darkness, not total, there's a strip of light cast from the underside of a door.
"Where are we?"
"My family's old home. I think we're in my closet," he looked about at the mess around them, feeling something very sharp poking him in the rear- which he hoped to Hyne is a toy and not his waking up on Hyland's lap. Removing the race car from beneath him, he set it carefully down beside him. "And would you keep it down? You don't know if I'm out there or not,"
"Who asked you to go back to a time when you were born?"
"We don't know how old the sorceress is, she could be our age! Aunt Rinoa got possessed, so it's not as if the situation is limited to age or even gender." As he's certain sorceress Adel was a man- look at her! "It's quiet." Checking his watch he's stunned by the fact that it's stopped. Its digital, so how on earth could it just stop working? It's not brand new but neither is it old or a piece of junk. Tapping the glass, he pressed the dayglow backlight button.
"Don't bother. Our watches are obsolete now that we've crossed the threshold." Standing, he reached for the knob. Whatever happens, happens.
"You're just gonna barge out there?" Standing as well, he raised his foot off the floor when something began to jitter around, lowering himself, he picked up the toy and turned it off.
"You didn't know me as a kid,"
"The good old days, say it again," teased the requester.
"Fuck you," Turning the knob, he cracked the door and peeked out. Empty. Waving Kait along with him they enter into the Kinhart teen's old bedroom.
"This way," He said travelling farther than the small desk Hyland stopped beside.
"Why?"
"I'm like... five or six, I think, I don't keep stationary in my bedroom," Opening the bedroom door, he checked for sounds then mentioned. "There's some in the kitchen, and I'm pretty sure I've drawn on paper in my dad's bedroom. Let's check in there fir-... Shit, shit!" He backed into the bedroom and hurried over to the closet dragging his accomplice with him, closing them back inside but left enough space in the door to survey the situation.
"Make sure you change your clothes before you go out to play," Squall's voice travelled down the hall after his son.
Young Kait burst into his bedroom and rushed over to his dresser to remove a comfortable t-shirt and some jean shorts. Present Kait was never happier that he was the kind of kid to keep toys in his closet rather than clothes. His younger self would have caught them for sure. The pair watched at the door when Squall stood in the bedroom entrance making sure he was listened to because the last time he'd told his son to change for dinner out he wound up playing with a board game that he'd left sitting out earlier as if he'd completely forgotten why he'd gone into his bedroom.
Squall laughed then walked out of the room, Kait followed after changing his clothes.
"So that's why he laughed," The present Kinhart noted.
"What?"
"I became so self conscious of foot odor after today, I removed my shoes and my dad laughed. I never knew why, but seeing that I can figure it out now."
His younger self sat on his bed, toed the heels from his sneakers and then flung his legs apart in a V causing the sneakers to shoot from his feet like a couple little missiles. It was pretty funny to see from the front, so he could only imagine what it must have looked like from his dad's angle.
"Yeah, you can quit your shrink later. Let's just get some paper and get this thing over with."
"Right."
When the house was silent, the time travellers snuck from the closet and into Squall's bedroom; the television is on and there's a clatter in the kitchen. His dad didn't leave the house, so they went for the nearest location with, hopefully, productive results.
"What should it say?" Kait mulled over anything credible that wouldn't come off as insane or will have the note needlessly investigated, when it's content was of importance.
Garden would be the rest of their lives trying to figure out who wrote it and why. The teens just need for it to be understood and the request carried out.
"Let me see," snatching the stationary pad and pen, he writes and mumbles as he does. "Dear Mr. Kinhart, this is an urgent-"
"Uh-uh, my dad wasn't married back then. Put Leonhart,"
Tearing the sheet off, they both froze and look towards the bedroom door. Safe. Carefully, quietly, Hyland folds the paper and stuffs it into his jeans pocket, then begins the note again. "I got an idea, right; we make it seem like you took a note from a phone call you answered from Garden. He won't question it."
"That's brilliant!" And it really was! Maybe Hyland wasn't such a screw up after all? "I should write it then, it's my message, I know my handwriting better than you."
"So write it, it doesn't matter. Let's just hurry this along," he glances at the door again. "I'm getting uncomfortable, like Squall might pop out on us,"
And knowing how Squall was about his safety, Kait knows that's nothing to make light of. A couple of strangers hanging out in your home. That's the stuff that gets you jailed- if you walk away from it.
"There. I signed it from miss Xu, no one questions her much- she's a busibody." setting down the pad next to the phone, he leads the way of the exiting of the bedroom back into his closet. Kait stood still, eyes shut tight and he waited for the portal to open up.
Hyland watched him with a pained look on his face.
"Did it open?" Kait peeked open an eye before opening them. They're still in his bedroom. "What happened?"
"Kait, we're not just gonna rubberband back. Time travel doesn't work that way."
"What do you mean?"
"What I mean is… in order for us to return to the current future, the one that's going to be changed… We have to kill ourselves."
No. Way.
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Commentary: To the 9 readers who ventured into trying this tale, THANKS! I hope you continue to read and possibly even like it ahaha. I'm gonna keep at it because I like this story so whether one or none it shall be completed. Thanks again for reading, have a good winter and be sure to give back. Give a coat or shoes, give a kindness or pocket change. Give something warm to the person sitting outside the gas station because they're not weird, they're just in a bad place most of the time. But, always be sure to never do so alone, friend or family members with you at all times. You can be nice, but the world is... interesting. So always be safe as well.
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