Final Fantasy - All Series Fan Fiction ❯ The (shinra) office ❯ day twelve: a day in the life of an intern ( Chapter 12 )

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Day twelve. Yeah…twelve. …Twelve sucks. I'd hate to be that number. No offense number twelve people but, wow. Tw-el-ve. …Here you go.
 
Disclaimer: I do not own final fantasy.
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Day twelve: an intern's life.
 
An intern's life is exactly like one day. Everything goes in a process from the morning to arriving at the office, then, it all depends on what happens from there on.
 
Let's watch!
 
Morning. 6:34 am. The wench-- oh, sorry, the intern gets up cheerfully. Almost in a creepy fashion. Hence the name. `The creepy intern.'
 
The intern then walks to a-- hey! Her bed is nicer then mine! What gives?!
 
Ahem. The intern walks to a separate room filled with… oh god.
 
Into a room, filled, with pictures of a man. Several pictures of other men can be seen over flowing from a trashcan. The glass thoroughly cracked and a few are slightly torched.
 
The many pictures (of the current man) are hung on every square inch. A lot like wall-to-wall carpeting with pictures and nails.
 
And might I add, they are beautifully hung. Neat, tidy, a little strange, and all perfectly angled. Amazing.
 
And what are these pictures of you ask? They are all pictures of one man.
 
Vincent valentine.
 
Yes, I fear for my life right now.
 
Now we will try to communicate with the intern.
 
(Subtitles will be added for translation.)
 
“HeY cHiK! Wut Up gRRRl?”
(Hello young woman, how are you?)
 
“Angel?! What the-- why are you in my house?”
 
“JuS Chil-n. joo?”
(I am fine. How are you?)
 
“Why are you talking like that?”
 
“Wut R joo TaLkN Abt?”
(I do not understand.)
 
“Get out of my house!”
The intern seems to be signaling and shouting angrily.
 
I think it's best that we leave.
 
As in, right now.
 
“Yo dAwG, g2g! Ttyl!”
(I'm sorry, but I must go now. Good day to you.)
 
I am very glad I got this on tape.
 
“Why do you have that-- NO! YOU GIVE ME THAT CAMERA!”
 
“OvR Meh DED bodi!”
(I'm sorry. I must refuse)
 
“GIMME!”
 
“BiTe MEH!”
(I refuse.)
 
“JUST GIVE ME THE CAMERA!”
 
“DiRt eTr!”
(You consume soil. Ha. Ha. Ha.)
 
Beeeeeewoop.
 
“And that's what I did for half the day.”
 
“Where did you learn chat speak?”
Reno would be highly confused if it had not been for the subtitles.
 
“The internet my friend. The Internet…. And chat rooms.”
 
Couldn't she report you for that?”
Vincent was highly confuse she wasn't in jail by now.
 
“Like anyone actually listens to her…”
 
“I am going to kill you while you sleep”
The intern swore darkly.
 
“That's nice Mary.”
 
“My name is not Mary! It's-- you know what? Just forget it.”
 
“Whatever you say Julie!”
Angel called after her, thus infuriating her even more.
 
“I thought it was good. And it killed about…twenty-five minuets.”
Elena was happy as she ever was.
 
“And I'm sure you people with gather around the water cooler like the animals you are.”
 
“Yep! Come on! Let's talk about the parts we liked and repeat certain entertaining lines from the movie!”
 
Reno herded them like sheep. Rude, tseng, Elena, and a bunch of other people no one actually cares enough about to really name.
 
“That's your day's accomplishment?”
 
“Yep, might as well go to bed. There's nothing else to do.”
 
“Interesting view of the situation.”
Vincent held his head in his hand.
 
“Thank you.”
 
The window in angel's office still had the same hole in it, but was now covered by a mosquito thin mesh. But no matter how thin it was it still allowed a muggy breeze to enter.
 
Angel took off her coat.
 
“If anyone asks where I am, tell them they're dead to me.”
 
Vincent smiled. He had always enjoyed angel's somewhat dark humor.
 
“I feel like having a cheeseburger.”
 
“Huh? Where did that thought come from?”
 
“My brain. And some hot dogs and fries.”
 
“Cheeseburger, hot dog and fries?”
 
“Yes.”
 
Angel had no idea where this was going. But she liked the idea.
 
“Why the sudden urge? Couldn't it wait?”
 
“God forbid! You can't suppress my urges.”
 
“This…this is a woman thing isn't it?”
 
“Maybe.”
 
There was a long silence. But they were used to it by now.
 
Vincent drank some soda he had gotten earlier.
 
“I want a baby”
Angel said staring at the other hole in the ceiling.
 
Vincent was surprised
 
“PHHHHTTT!”
 
So surprised, he spewed out his soda and nearly choked on it.
 
Angel grinned. Exactly the reaction she was looking for.
 
“Come…again?”
Vincent managed to sputter out the words after his coughing fit.
 
His face now either pink because of lack of air or-- you know what? Let's just go with lack of air.
 
“I said I want a baby.”
 
The blood rushed from Vincent's face. Making him as pale as a pearl.
 
“Uh…”
 
“Ha, ha, ha. Relax, it was just a reaction test.”
 
“That wasn't very nice”
Vincent's surprise turned to rage.
 
“Yeah, but it was funny. Can I…”
Angel pointed to the soda can.
 
Vincent did a double take.
 
“…Oh! Of course.”
 
“So, at lunch. You wanna join me for a cheese burger?”
angel spoke before sipping the soda gingerly.
 
“You just can't get it off your mind, can you?”
 
“Ha, ha, ha, ha. Nope.”
 
“Sure. But we have to bring rufus just for the test.”
 
“As in, I get to test it on him?”
 
“Fine.”
 
“…Can I have my soda back?”
 
“Uh…no.”
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Ha, ha, ha, ha. I actually really was hungry for a cheeseburger. I'll have to make one later…and a hotdog. Yeah.