Disclaimer: I do not claim ownership of Final Fantasy or McDonalds (McDonald's being a wretched, vile pleace).

Warnings: OTT Character bashing and OOC, I was a retarded kid

Brown eyes glittered as the young woman gazed into the eyes of the only slightly older man. "Squall..." she clenched her teeth, narrowing her eyes as they began to water.

He did not blink, staring her straight in the eyes, "Rinoa..." He clenched his fists and gritted his teeth, complete misery washing over his face.

She could take it no longer... she blinked.

"Ha ha!" He laughed oddly, without smiling.

"Damnit!" The girl with long raven hair and brown eyes rubbed the water from her eyes, and stomped her foot once. She threw a glare at his sarcastic laugh.

"I won." He picked the french fry, gently dipping it in ketchup.

The girl narrowed her eyes. "You wouldn't!"

He ate the fry.

"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!" She fell to her knees screaming to the gritty McDonalds ceiling.

Squall sheilded his ears against Rinoa's powerful shreik. "Gah, don't take it so hard. Maybe you'll win someday."

"I'm never having another staring contest with you again, Leonhart." She lifted herself, dusting off her neat blue frock.

"Afraid I'll win again, Heartilly?" He had tried hard to keep from smiling at his victory, and now he looked strange, just... staring.

"I want a hotdog."

Two sets of eyes trailed over to Mop Boy, who was sitting against the wall, rubbing his empty stomach.

"They don't sell hotdogs at McDonalds, you fool!"

"So exactly what crime are... THEM... guilty of?" Irvine's interrogation about THEM had been continuing for a few hours now.

Quistis was silent as she heard Irvines footsteps on the ground, as he paced round and around her. To tell the truth, Quistis was becoming just a bit... dizzy. She was surprised that she couldn't find the words to answer his question. "It's just too... horrible." She gasped, like she was almost in tears.

Selphie's faced grew solemn. "Quisty, we need to know..."

The blond's frown deepend, "They..."

"They..?" The tall cowboy prodded.

"They eat french fries with ketchup!" The older woman, collapsed to the floor shuddering with sobs. She cried, and Irvine reached down patting her on the back, gently.

"Yes... This is a horrible crime indeed." He threw Selphie an unsure glance, "This sounds like a tough job."

The brown haired girl, had become merely a shadow of her happy, satanic, self. She stood her face contorted in growing anger, "How... could they be so... evil!"

Quistis stopped crying only for a second to mutter, "Like you. You satanic little demon." Then she resumed her heart wrenching sobs once more.

Irvine shook his head in disgust, "I can't believe some would actually go as far as to..."

"-Eat ketchup with their fries!" Selphie spat in anger. "We need to get rid of these evil-doers, and quick. Arg! They must be horrible people!"

Quistis was crying harder than ever from their talk, again she stopped for a quick moment, "Like you. You evil little child of satan!" Once more she resumed crying again.

The tall cowboy's face took a look of determination. "We will kill them! Let's get our weapons and go kill them!"

"Right!" Quistis jumped up suddenly, "We must hurry!" She jumped behind the McDonalds counter, running into the kitchen to pick up a weapon.

It was night time and the moon glowed in a freakishly- hazy essence as the sky was dark with scattered clouds and stars. In the distance some drunkards sang loudly, their off key notes echoing through the beautifully twinkling night sky. Some where a dog was biting a mailman, a little kid was being throw into the dumpster by the school bully, and some teenager was making out with her best friend's boyfriend. Yes, it was the perfect night all over the world.

The McDonalds all over the eastern hemisphere of earth were closed for the night. This was when all of the Vampires came out... to raid McDonalds!

Quistis rebounded back over the counter top after a few quick minutes of rumaging around for weapons. She smiled, and her teeth did that freaky little glitter thing and made that "ding" noise... They were really clean. She was dressed all in pink, from her head to her feet, and with her she bore gifts-er-weapons.

To, Selphie she tossed a grngy old apron, greasy and black. To Irvine she tossed a spatula, black with bits of crisp stick from cooking one of those applie pie things. For herself, Quistis kept a shiny metal waffle iron.

"I didn't know McDonalds made waffles..." Selphie drifted off, thinking.

"Child of Satan." The tall blond muttered, exiting McDonalds, the cowboy and "child of Satan" in tow.

They were at the parking lot.

"Quisty? How are we supposed to find them?" Selphie's voice was small as she followed out into the darkness of the night.

"Follow the screams." Her tone was flat and she stopped, he ears perking up like that of a dog. "Shhhh!"

Off in the distance sounds were heard.

"You hear that?" The blond eyes the street before her cautiously.

"Yeah, it's to be expected. Drunkards are terrible singers." Irvine replied casually.

"Not that!"

Irvine listened harder.

Off in the distance a shrill voice was heard.

"Nooooooooooo!!!" It screamed and rang in the night air.

Notes


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