Disclaimer: We do not own Final Fantasy VIII/8 or any of the copyrighted stuff.

A/N: Wheee! Final Fantasy 8 this time! XD Yes, we're insane, we know. But don't pretend you don't love it! … Or hate it… This is an insert-characters-into-fic story so you're forewarned and can now make that disgusted snort and leave if you want.

… So did you leave? Or are you still reading so you can flame and give me ammo for my flamethrower?

… What? I'm a pyro! Not my fault!

Reneey: Uh, Lyn, the story…?

Lyn: Oh, yeah, that… RnR, peoples!

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1. – Magic Super Glue?

"Ugh, don't you have any good used game stores around here?" 17-year-old Lyn Elumo complained as she and her best friend, 15-year-old Reneey Umbra, searched a few less-than-reputable pawn shops in Philadelphia.

Reneey shrugged. "People in the north don't really like to buy used things. We'd rather buy our stuff new and show it off cuz then that means we have money."

Lyn rolled her eyes. "Always knew there was something screwed up in the head about Yankees," she joked, shoving her friend in the shoulder.

"Hey! That was mean!" Reneey pouted. "If you're gonna be a jerk, why don't you just go back to Tennessee?"

"Yeah, okay," Lyn agreed, bowing her head and pretending to be ashamed before turning around and starting to walk the other way.

"Hey!" Reneey started to panic. "I was just kidding!"

Lyn looked over her shoulder and grinned crookedly. "I know."

It took Reneey a second and then she hit Lyn in the shoulder this time. "Lynni! That was really, really cruel!"

Lyn snickered. "What was that? Did you just throw a pillow at me?"

"… Shut up," Reneey muttered.

"I keep offering to teach you how to throw a proper punch, you know…"

"I said no! Just shut up and try that store," Reneey grumbled, pointing.

Lyn rolled her eyes. "Whatever. C'mon, let's go…"

Five minutes later, Lyn yelled, "Holy crap!" and shoved a teenage boy out of the way to pounce on a display of original PlayStation games. There between Final Fantasy VII and The Legend of Dragoon was…

"Final Fantasy 8!" Lyn declared, holding the game above her head victoriously.

Reneey blinked at it. "That's what we're looking for? Don't you already have that?"

"Well, yeah, but my dingbat of a cousin stole the first disc and lost it," Lyn said with a sigh. "It was sad." She immediately brightened and declared, "But now I have found it again! And now I can force you to play it!"

Reneey groaned. "Don't you remember what happened the last time you did that?"

Lyn blinked. "Actually, no. But whatever! Off we go to the cash register!"

(A/N: If you've read any of my other fics, you'll get that this is actually a joke referencing another fanfic we're writing where Reneey and I wind up in Final Fantasy 7.)

"So what's so great about this game, anyway?" Reneey wondered as they walked out of the store with it. "Besides that it has a hot guy on the front?"

"Squall?" Lyn wondered, pulling the game out of the bag to look at it. "Yeah, he's pretty hot. I think it's the scar."

"Scars are hot," Reneey agreed. "Like Ruroni Kenshin or something."

"It's kind of a wonder he didn't get his head blown off when he got that scar, actually," Lyn commented. "Or that he didn't blow off the head of the guy who did it. I probably would've if I'd just been standing there holding a gunblade and somebody had just tried to slice my face off."

"Gun…blade?" Reneey repeated.

"Yeah – this weapon here," Lyn said, pointing. "His archrival has one, too. It's not as cool-looking, though."

"So who else is hot in this game?"

"Um, here, let me show you the main characters," Lyn said, opening the case and pulling out the mini instruction book. "That's Squall, obviously, and that's Laguna –"

"Ooh, he's hot!"

Lyn twitched. "He's like 40 or something, Reneey."

Reneey pouted. "Well, he's still hot…"

Lyn rolled her eyes and turned the page. "Whatever. Anyway, this is Seifer, the other guy with the gunblade."

"He has a scar, too! … He needs a better haircut, though…"

"And this is Rinoa, the girl Squall eventually falls for," Lyn went on as if Reneey hadn't interrupted. "And Quistis…"

"Ooh, she has a whip!" Reneey squealed.

Lyn moved her pointing finger to the next page. "And Selphie…"

"… Wow… What happened to her hair?"

"I actually had a friend who had hair exactly like that once," Lyn broke the stride of her explanations to say. "Maybe not quite as gravity-defying but pretty freaking close. Anyway, that's Zell –"

"Awesome tattoo," Reneey observed. "… He needs new clothes, though. '90s skater dude is so out."

"He pretty much is a skater dude," Lyn said with a snicker. "And this game is from the '90s. Anyway, last one! This is Irvine."

Reneey's eyes narrowed. "You like him, don't you?"

Lyn blinked. "Why would you ask that?"

Reneey snickered. "Because he looks like a cowboy which is a Southern thing and he has a trenchcoat! Like half of the anime guys you like have trenchcoats! Seto, Toshiro, Amon, Gambit…"

"Gambit's a comic book character and this is a video game, not an anime," Lyn said, rolling her eyes and turning the page. "And this would be Garden. Weird look for a military school, isn't it?"

"That's a building?" Reneey asked, blinking. "It looks like a flying saucer."

Lyn grinned. "It does kind of become something like that later."

"And why the hell does it say 'side 0' on it?"

"Side zero?" Lyn repeated, blinking.

"Yeah, right there!" Reneey said, pointing.

"I dunno… Maybe it's some kind of bulls-eye for the missiles they shoot at it later."

"… Uh… Lynni?"

"Yeah?"

"… Why is it getting bigger?"

Lyn would have given her friend a weird look if she had been able to tear her eyes away from the booklet in her hands but as it was she found that quite impossible. She tried to move her hands, too, but the nerves didn't seem to be responding. "… Can you move…?"

"No," Reneey said, trying her hardest to lift her arm. "It's like my finger's super-glued to the circle thingy!"

"Maybe somebody electrocuted us or something and our muscles are seized," Lyn joked. "All except our mouths, because the muscles there are too strong or something."

"Maybe mine," Reneey said with a fake laugh that was somewhat higher pitched than usual. "You don't talk enough for that."

"So think we're just gonna be frozen here until we die?" Lyn mused.

"I dunno, you're the Final Fantasy expert."

"What does that have to do with us being frozen in the middle of the sidewalk in Philadelphia? This is your turf, not mine."

"I dunno, maybe because the picture's moving."

As she returned her attention to the picture in front of her eyes, Lyn blinked. Then she realized that she could move again. THEN she realized that it wasn't a picture anymore and it was moving because two guards were walking toward them.

"You two, why are you not wearing your uniforms? You know we'll have to report this because it's during school hours. Who are your instructors? What are your student ID numbers?"

"Our wha?" Reneey asked, blinking.

"Uh… I… don't remember?" Lyn guessed, still kind of in shock.

"Of course you don't," the guards said, rolling their eyes. "Come on – we're taking you to the disciplinary committee. Maybe you'll tell them."

Reneey blinked and looked over at Lyn as the guards escorted them through the gates and to an elevator. "… What's a disciplinary committee? Is that something like detention?"

"Be quiet!" the guards scolded in unison. Then the elevator doors opened, they all got out, and one of the guards ran into a classroom only to return with Seifer, Raijin and Fujin.

"What's goin' on, y'know?" Raijin asked, looking confused. Seifer, however, seemed to catch on more quickly.

"You two – what are you doing out of your uniforms and out of your classes?"

Reneey blinked and muttered, "No, definitely not like a detention…"