Welp. I promised, and so here it is: my...Cait Sith Fanfiction (I finally got around to writing it)
I'm not going to lie to you. I am still very new to writing. I really like coming up with stories, like the barebones stuff, but actually writing dialogue...yeah I'm not the best at that. I just hope this lil' thingy is good enough so that maybe once I'm done with it I can publish it somewhere, see what people think about it...and of course so I can express my love for the best kitty in gaming.
Without further ado, I present to you the prologue of "Final Fantasy 7: The Joy of Creation" (Title is still a WIP)
*ahem ahem*
One late night at the Shinra Electric Company Headquarters, a man by the name of Reeve Tuesti sat at his desk, working tirelessly to create something unique; a perfect vessel for his powers, for he possessed a special ability, the ability to bring inanimate objects to life with the use of his "limit break", something known as "Inspire".
He had been going at it for hours, but finally, it all came together; his perfect vessel: a small stuffed toy cat with a tuxedo fur pattern. Four months ago, he lost his only companion, his pet cat. The poor thing had contracted cancer. No matter how many treatments he underwent, nothing seemed to work, and Reeve could only watch hopelessly as the feline grew weaker and weaker every day, becoming skinnier, refusing to eat, the treatments failed to stop the disease, and his only friend slowly rotted alive before his very eyes. Even now, it was hard to get out of bed in the morning, thought of his pet not being there anymore was paralyzingly depressing for him.
He understood life was finite, and that, had it not been cancer, it would have been natural causes; all things return to the lifestream eventually, but that didn't make it any less painful, it still stung. His best friend of the past 14 years was gone, and that's what mattered to him.
But now that he had finally discovered this unique power of his, he could change that. It wouldn't be the same, he wouldn't be able to literally bring him back...but he could do something potentially better. He could create an immortal pet, perhaps even something more than that: a true companion, equal to (or perhaps even better than) the one he lost.
As a form of coping, Reeve had started researcing all things related to cats, and eventually his research lead him to a very interesting piece of mythology that he became particularly interested in: the fairy cat known as Cat-Síth, who haunts the highlands and claims to be "The King O' The Cats". According to an ancient legend from a long-forgotten civilization, the Cat-Síth was a often described as a trickster, a being of chaos, but not one that outwardly seeked destruction, instead merely using it as a means to entertain itself and mess with the locals, something he found...oddly endearing; beautiful, even.
This was his inspiration. With this idea planted in his head, he knew what he wanted to do: he wanted to make his own Cat-Síth, a chaotic but well-meaning friend, a living adaptation of the creature of legend.
Reeve had everything he needed readily available now: a vessel to hold his inspiration, an object, more specifically a crown, to empower the soul, and the will to see it through. He knew it would not be the same as his old feline companion, but it would have to do. Perhaps, it could be even better, that idea kept him going: the thought of not just giving the gift of life to an inanimate object, but the idea of that life going on to become something greater, something truly miraculous. But first, he had to actually do it.
Reeve's world darkened, his vision tunneling as he focused solely on the stuffed cat in front of him, picking him up firmly but gently, its black and white fur so soft to the touch, but so lifeless also, lacking something essential, something natural. It was adorable, but it wasn't fooling anyone: it was nothing more than some pieces of cloth half-heartedly stitched together and stuffed with fluff. He was about to change that.
"...Cait Sith", he exclaimed, picking up the golden crown from his desk. "Today you shall live. It is by my hand that you are brought into this world. Open your eyes and embrace the beauty of life". And so, after a brief pause, he placed the crown atop Cait Sith's furry little head. A debilitating shock instantly shot through Reeve's entire body, paralyzing enough to not let him scream, but weak enough that he remained mostly undeterred, merely dropping a coffee cup he had left on the desk as he was briefly knocked to his knees. It was loud, but he didn't mind it, neither the pain nor the noise, for he knew it was a small price to pay; momentary and temporary pain for the creation of life itself.
And so, Reeve carefully placed Cait Sith back on the table, waiting for the life he had created to accept his vessel...
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Suddenly, the crown seemed to shimmer, but nothing more.
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Again, the crown shimmers, but nothing more...is this all?
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A few unpaid interns waltz into his office, alerted by the loud noise in the middle of the night. "Mr. Tuesti?", one of them asks. No response, Reeve, back faced to them, is focused entirely on the stuffed cat, wishing desperately that his magic would work.
"Mr. Tuesti, is that you? What are you doing here? The whole building is going on lockdown soon, you should...", they're all left speechless at the sight of Reeve standing before the stuffed cat, beyond confused. Why would he be here at this hour? What's he doing with that stuffed cat? And why does he look so sad? There were too many questions, and Reeve was still refusing to answer, still fully focused on the stuffed cat, waiting for his magic to finally work.
"Sir, w-what is that? What are you doing here?" another intern asked, still very confused, and still not getting an answer. "Sir, please", he insisted, to which Reeve, back still faced to them, simply raised his hand, as if telling them to keep quiet. It's then that they noticed the stuffed cat's left leg twitching.
Silence befell all of them; the interns befuddled, Reeve pleased. "What the fuck?" one of the interns simply asked, to which Reeve finally responded. "My creation...", he paused for a moment, then added, "my son.". The interns were now well and truly speechless, and became even more shocked as the cat's face too twitched. It was definitely alive, and at the sight, Reeve finally showed emotion, flashing a heartfelt smile as he almost burst into tears right then and there. It worked. It truly worked.
Slowly, more movement; Cait Sith's arms twitch too, though very slightly, like a cat when it's dreaming. Slowly, a smile forms on his face, and...
Cait Sith yawns, as if awakening from a deep slumber, and hesitantly sits up, rubbing his head before turning to face them all, his smile widening as he speaks his first words.
"Aye...hello there laddies. Crikey, how long was I asleep?"