I'm not quite sure what made me want to write this story, but it happened. It's pretty short.
Basically, it's about all the little weird things in Final Fantasy. I tried to incorporate all (or at least most) of the games in it. The ending, in my opinion, is kind of weak, but I didn't want the story to drag on forever (which it could have), so I ended it quickly.
Anyway, here it is.

I knew that something was wrong the instant I woke up. It must have been the fact that I was looking at myself from outside that made me realize that this was not going to be a typical day. That and the fact that I was all grainy. I had sharp edges around where my body stopped and the background started. Everything else was grainy and sharp-edged also. I tried to touch it and realized that it only looked sharp. In reality, it was just as it had always been.
Anyway, this took some getting used to. Especially moving. I learned through time that was the toughest. I seemed to violate one of the laws of physics or something. It was like I could run for a long time and stop on a dime. Another weird thing was that I couldn't walk backwards. I had to turn around to go back. I never got tired, either. That, as far as I could tell, was the only real benefit of being in my own personal version of Final Fantasy.
Oh well, I thought to myself, still standing behind my bed. I walked downstairs into the kitchen. That was odd at first, too. My feet didn't really meet up with the steps, I kind of just glided down. I didn't let this bother me. As long as I didn't fall down the stairs, it was okay with me.
I was walking over to the kitchen to make some toast when, suddenly, this huge beam of energy plowed through the wall. It was a strange, multicolored, and cylindrical. Several thoughts ran through my head, one of which was the notion that I was about to be toasted and die an agonizing death. Then I remembered that this was Final Fantasy, where no one dies forever. Then I got to thinking, trying to remember where this attack might had come from.
Suddenly, I realized that it was one of Bahamut's attacks. It was Mega Flare. I figured that I was okay, despite the fact that I could feel the warmth of the blast like a hot breath, only all over my body. I casually walked out my front door and looked to see what all the commotion was.
Not much to my surprise, I saw Bahamut flying away and someone just standing there, casually looking at a strange, dragon-like beast still hanging in the air. I shouted at him to see if he needed any help, but he didn't seem to hear me. He stood there, huge sword drawn, waiting for the enemy to strike and for his turn to come around. The dragon thing attacked and he flinched while little numbers suddenly appeared and disappeared as soon as they had come. He stood there a little longer and then attacked. Little numbers also flashed on the dragon and then it disappeared, leaving no trace that it had been there at all. No blood, no entrails, no external body parts at all, despite the fact that it had been viciously slashed.
The man did his little victory dance thing and put his sword on his back, where it promptly vanished. He walked right up to me, barely inches from my face, and asked, "Why didn't you help me out? I could have used a little."
"I tried to yell to you, but you didn't hear me," I said, noticing that whenever someone spoke, a little text box appeared in the air and vanished.
"Oh. I didn't hear you. Oh well. Want to help me save the world from some madman who I, or one of the people I travel with, will, inevitably, be related to in one way or another?"
"Sure, why not? It's not like I have anything else to do."
"Cool. Let's go," he replied, turning around and waving a hand in the general direction of down the street.
I stood right behind him (I mean right behind him) and we walked on down the road in a never-wavering single file line, some traveling music playing in the background.
We had only walked a couple feet when, suddenly, my vision became all blurred and this fast-paced music started. I wondered for a second about where the orchestra was, but I only had a second before I got in my designated place in the street and the monster appeared out of thin air. I stood, wondering what my weapon du jour would be. When it was my turn, I pulled a two-dimensional axe out of thin air and attacked the enemy from ten feet away. A little slash appeared and there was a cheesy sound effect sounded.
Oh sure, I thought, I get stuck with the early FFs while he gets the cool 3D ones to fight with. Just my luck.
I watched my companion run up and actually hit the lizard-thing directly and run back and felt a pang of jealousy. That and the fact that he did, like, 4000 damage while I did only a hundred or so. After he attacked, the battle was over and we both did our respective victory jigs, picking up the money afterwards.
After the battle, I felt myself grow stronger in every aspect about half a dozen times. I turned to him and said, "Damn, you're strong. What level are you at?"
He seemed to ponder this for a moment, as if he was conjuring up memories of the distant past. "I think, and don't quote me on this, that I am at level 40."
Satisfied with his answer, I got back in line and we continued down the road once again. There were several more fights and I got gradually stronger. We eventually stopped at an inn to replenish our lost HP. We talked to the receptionist and my vision faded. We took a light nap and I, for one, felt totally refreshed when my viewpoint came back. Afterwards, we walked downstairs and walked into a curious, multicolored question mark and saved. Saving was weird, I tell you what. It felt like a little bit of myself was being siphoned off and stored somewhere.
After saving, we walked out of the inn, the door opening for us, and continued our journey down the street. Much to my surprise, it looked like time had moved. The sky was a little brighter and the shadows were a little shorter. This seemed more like a Breath of Fire thing, not a Final Fantasy thing.
As we continued down the street, the road just abruptly stopped and we walked right out onto the grass outside town. Suddenly, we were huge. We were taller than the entire town. I could see for miles and miles. The fact that there wasn't any curvature of the earth, which seemed rather odd, heightened the effect. Undaunted, my buddy walked on and I was right behind him as always.
We, as always, walked on, not getting tired, despite the fact that it was noon or so and there was no shade. There were a few trees, but when we ran up to them, we just slid off. Sure, we were too tall in the first place, but we could have sat underneath. There was no wind, which was also seemed like it should be there. After all, we were probably twenty feet tall and we were standing in the middle of plain. There wasn't even the wind that's created when you move. Not like any amount of wind would have moved my companion's hair. It looked like it was a solid yellow block with a spike in the middle.
Anyway, we walked to the next town (which must have been many miles but seemed like a short walk), shrinking drastically when we entered. He went around and asked people about things. Most of them didn't know anything about anything he was interested in. I heard, and read, him mutter under his breath about how all these people were idiots. We walked around town some more, picking up some new weapons and some extra potions on the way. I'm not sure where all the potions and weapons went and how he could possibly carry it all, but I took it with stride.
Eventually, we left. However, when we left town, my point of view stayed and watched what was going on. Some crazy guy wearing a black cloak was going around killing people. Then my view shifted back to me.
I tried to tell my companion about what I had seen, but he pushed it off, telling me that I had imagined the whole thing. He told me that someone's eyes couldn't just move from their body like that and called me crazy. I pled with him to believe me, but I couldn't make his mind budge to the truth. We walked on in silence, except for the unending symphony music playing from nowhere.
Then we arrived at the next town. Then we talked to some more people about things and bought some more stuff. We fought some blocky-looking things that might have been people. If they were, the police sure didn't seem interested, if there was such a thing in this town. Usually, killing someone leads to some kind of trial and a long jail sentence, but not in this case apparently.
I was a little low on HP, so my traveling buddy used a glowing rock that we had found and healed me somehow. Being healed without having to sleep was something that, I knew, would take some getting used to, just like everything else. It was like having a heavy hit of caffeine, but the sensation of being energized lasted a lot longer and didn't leave me all worn out when it was gone. The best thing about it was that it wasn't addictive, unlike caffeine.
Anyway, we fought a bunch of these blocky things then one that looked similar but was different. I assumed that was the boss of sorts. Not only was it the different garb, it was the different music playing. It was more urgent, more fast-paced than the music that had being played against all the other enemies. After the tiresome battle, we saved after staying at the local inn. I don't know how these things (the save spots) get here, they just seem to follow us everywhere.
Another thing I noticed. We are in the lair of some awful enemy, yet we find these treasure chests, untrapped and full of stuff that would help us on our way. What is the rationale behind this? Whatever it is, I don't get it. It's like, the guy whose stuff this is wants us to be defeated by him, but he wants to level the playing field a little bit. Why not just crush us like he was commissioned to do by the head bad guy or whatever?
Anyway, enough of my speculating. We woke up again to see that the sky had gotten slightly darker. Afternoon had fallen already. The blond guy I just so happened to be traveling with looked at me and asked, "Have you noticed the sky? It changes or something. Something's different about it, I can't quite put my finger on it, but I know that something's wrong."
"Yes. It's a little darker than it was before we stayed at the inn," I replied matter-of-factly.
"Is that normal? Usually, when I traveled in the past, the sky never changed until I passed through a certain area, no matter how long I had been going."
"That's normal. I mean, not your version, the way it is now. Maybe you just never noticed the passing of time because you were so focused on your mission at hand."
"Maybe. That seems to make sense. Oh well, it's not a big thing. Let's just hurry on to our next destination," he responded, walking away definitively.
I still walked right behind him, but not without saying anything, a I had done for the most part until now. I asked, "Why do we always have to be on the go? What makes you think that the person who is putting the world in so much peril is always ahead of us? Couldn't we just stay here for a while and see if he catches up with us?"
"What makes you think that he is behind us?"
"I don't know, just intuition I guess," I answered, not mentioning my seeing this person in my third-person, disjointed sight, seeing as that would probably make him more determined to go ahead.
He seemed to ponder this for a second, then pulled rank on me. "No. I don't think so. I've been adventuring for a long time and the person at the end of the line has always been one step ahead of me. Have you ever gone adventuring before?"
Defeated, knowing that he wouldn't yield, I admitted, "No. I'm a newbie."
"All right then, let's go on, then."
So we went off to wherever he had planned on going on his mental itinerary. It was some more walking, then we got to the place and questioned some more people and left again, fighting enemies wherever we went. Aside from a few landmark events, it was tedium at its most tiresome. I wished that I could get out of this thing right before I went to sleep for probably the twelfth time.
It was then, after I woke up, that I realized that you should think about wishing for things before you do the actual deed. When I woke up, I was in my bed (the one in the inn we last rested at) and everything was back to normal. I saw out of my eyes and everything. At first, I was overjoyed at the discovery, but then reality hit me like a wet lead weight.
The first thing that I realized was that, to my friend, I had just vanished and he was alone once again. I wondered what his reaction was. Not only that, I was still far away from home and my job and all my friends. Also, crossing all that territory probably wouldn't be as easy as it had been for me and my friend with the peculiar blond hair. After all, back in the game, we were probably twenty feet tall, which makes for some long strides. Back in reality, I was only a fraction of that height, so it would take me considerably more time. I groaned and set off back to home, knowledge that if I was attacked by some beast, I likely didn't have a chance. And in reality, when you die, you stay dead. . .