Tentacle drabble

[pegunicent]

In a world of peasants and walking sea creatures, rapist cockroaches, things that had wings on their asses and wierd glowy blue lights at night, you got used to the strange and bizzare or you ended up down the gullet of a demonic chicken before you were five. Cloud was well aware of the inconsitancies of life, like how the girl he'd quietly crushed over had never looked at him twice until Zack was pounding him into the floor boards and she was suddenly screaming his name like a triumphing hero of the old order. (he wasn't so sure he liked that really) Or how another girl who scared him in some visceral and subconcious way liked to dress him up in her clothes and feed him pie with ginger tea before crawling in his lap and molesting him in the worst ways (he wasn't sure he liked that either, the dressing parts, the tea and molesting was okay), or how, before he met three demons with exess slippery and talanted limbs he'd concidered that orifice simply an exit for bodily waste intstead of... well okay, he still concidered it that but it was also something else apparently.

So he was used to things changing and reordering themselves and generally making little sense in his world. That was alright though, because in a world of general inconsistancies, he could provide his own constants. He was always and forever going to be loyal to these people he concidered family. Even if, one day, things changed again and they decided to throw him out or eat him or turn him into some undead minion of barnacles. He was Cloud Strife, and he would take care of them, these people he loved. Forever.