The young writer sat back, admiring her work. She smiled as she scanned through her first chapter of her new fanfic.
"Ah…I'm so talented…" she thought, amazed at her own skill. "Here's another one for rpgff and …" she had no doubt it would be well-received. After all, who doesn't like a good CloudxTifa fic?
Cloud and Tifa, that's who.
To be honest, they were sick to death of people writing about them and their so-called "romance". Couldn't people just leave them alone? And all these fan fictions were getting so similar. It was depressing.
They knocked back another beer each at Seventh Heaven, knowing, that right at this instant, thousands of final fantasy fans were using their names in stories that they had no control over.
Meanwhile, back at the young writer's home, she had just finished sending her new chapter to all kinds of fanfiction websites and posting it on
"Let the reviews roll on in…"
Little did she know that her story was merely part of a huge conspiracy, one greater than anybody could ever know about. She was part of a plot so clever, she didn't even realise it.
She only felt the warm glow of self-satisfaction as she re-read her story.
"Ahhh…I can't believe how good I am!" she said out loud.
But this is not her story. This is Cloud and Tifa's story, and the story of that conspiracy that is so clever, nobody ever knew about it. Until now.