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cloud is sat on a random bench, waiting for tifa as she said she’d be back in “five minutes” to talk to aerith
it had been about fifteen minutes.
cloud sighed and just sat there
until.. poof
cloud was no longer cloud, he was a pen, a PEN! as in a pen you use to write!
“clo-“ tifa’s voice was cut off
expecting to see the cloud she knew, she was greeted by a pen.
she immediately called over aerith so she could see the tomfoolery.
aerith came running over, laughing upon the sight, but then raising an eyebrow.
“why did you call me over here over a pen that,, oh” the pen had a pen topper, it was shaped like clouds hair.
“you know what we have to do right?” aerith said as she giggled, tifa nods in response.
“OFF TO PEN ISLAND YOU GO !!” tifa yells as she picked up the pen and launched it toward an island that had a big sign infront, reading “pen island” but there was NO spaces, and it was ALL capitals.
cloud-pen was never to be seen again.