It is said that the "Freudian Slip" reveals the underlying state of the mind and the subconscious desires which remain present there. Such as, where upon intending to say "six" one instead says "sex," revealing that either the object discussed or person whom is being conversed with is causing sexual thoughts.

Now, being out to save the world, the famous "Freudian Slip" was far from the thoughts of the heroes consisting AVALANCHE. In fact, it never even so much as crossed their minds as they delved deeper and deeper into the Northern Crater. With each few steps down, more powerful monsters raked claws against the tender flesh of skin and clashed with the hard metal of the heroes' weapons. The warm glow the lifestream began to mesh with that of materia, but little was it noticed. They were too focused on their goal.

Even after Jenova crumbled beneath their weapons and the rocks gave way beneath their feet, still Sigmund Freud's ideas were never embraced in a thought. As AVALANCHE breached the darkness, with only the small glow of a single source showing them the enemy, they felt defenseless, but their minds were filled with battle strategies.

Floating amidst the watery-darkness, the heroes glared at the figure that stood, unfazed by the lifestream surrounding them. Silvery hair hung about his head in a halo marking the one-winged angel, mako cat-eyes glowing vehemently, and a bloodthirsty smirk twisting his features. He was instantaneously recognizable.

Cloud Strife, though, had always felt the need to shout the name of his most hated enemy. He would clench gloved fists, grit down teeth and pull his lips in a snarl as his mako tainted blue eyes flashed. And then he would scream the name of the man who had destroyed his life, his family, his beloved, and now the planet.

This time, so close to the final battle, the AVALANCHE's leader barred his teeth in a feral manner and his eyes took a psychotic gleam. All the anger and frustration of this adventure, all the death that twisted man had caused, was released in his cry.

His hand reached for the large blade of the Ultima Weapon upon his back as, for the final time, he screamed, "SEPHIROTH!!"

Only, this time, it came out different. Cloud didn't realize it at first; yet, his compatriots surely did. Even the famous ex-general who wished to become a god had noticed. The members of AVALANCHE were horrified, and the great Sephiroth's smirk faltered.

For a moment it was as if the world wasn't in need of saving as Cloud Strife's face turned a florescent red, hands attempting to hide him in shame as they covered his face. It was not Sephiroth he had said, but something which would haunt him for a long while.

Cloud had called him Shmexiroth.

And at this sudden actions of their less than sane leader, AVALANCHE attempted to ready their weapons in uncertainty, but Sephiroth was already ahead of them.

Laughter, bright and true at first, met their ears as he held out an open palm to Cloud, as if awaiting their hands to clasp together in unity. Yet, the melodious sound twisted sharply, becoming dark and psychotic, as a power exuded from the black-gloved palm, pushing the members of the party back and reopening freshly healed wounds.

As quickly as it had come, the "Freudian Slip" was gone from the heroes' mind as the final battle with the one-winged angel began.

A/N: Today, on my birthday (March 23 – YAY!) I decided to give you all a present… a really lame present XD I randomly called Seph Shmexiroth when I was talking to JeanneAndHerAlters and I had to write something about it. If someone really, truly adores this idea and wants to write a full-blown fic about it, go write ahead. But, thank you for putting up with me! –happy dance–