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Tryout Fic #15: gotspork - Pac-Man vs. Kefka


The crowd was getting excited. The day's match promised to be interesting and unusual. They were about to witness the clash of two extraordinary beings: one an insane jester, the other, well, a strange yellow disc.

Pac-Man floated at his end of the arena. The weird wedge had only two emotions: hunger and a fear of ghosts. No one had been able to explain to the blank circle what exactly was going on in this tournament. He seemed to have no language and, for that matter, no sensory organs to speak of. He was just a mouth, and the notion of a fight was just too alien to communicate.

They decided that, in order to make it a fair fight, they would have to make a few modifications to the arena. A giant maze had been erected covering the playing field. Throughout were scattered the many Power-pellets that Pac-Man had arrived with. It was hoped that the geometric oddity would feel confident in this setting and that he may understand a little of what he was expected to do.

"Uwee hee hee!" came a sickening cry from the other end of the arena. Many of the fairer contestants could feel their stomachs turn in fear at the sight of the cackling Kefka. While Pac-Man seemed to defy physics, there was not much more sense on the other end of the arena. Where the mighty Sephiroth was cold and composed, this clown was cold and deranged.

As the match began Pac-Man went on a feeding frenzy. He pac-ed around trying to eat as many pellets as he could before the ghosts came. This was all routine, and he knew they would be coming soon.

Kefka took one look at his opponent and resumed laughing. He turned to look at the crowd, assuming that he would have no trouble in this fight.

"Uwee hee hee! It will be satisfying to crush this world when this tournament is over." Kefka proclaimed. He was most frightening and the audience could only hope that Pac-Man would somehow manage to pull through and defeat the menacing clown.

At that moment Pac-Man came careening around the corner. Kefka was not a ghost, and therefore Pac-Man barely noticed him as he ran headlong (or wedge-long) into him. Kefka whirled around but was greeted with the sight of Pac-Man folding back upon himself and blipping out of existence. Back on the other side of the arena, Pac-Man reappeared at his starting position. He immediately resumed his feast, oblivious to his own near oblivion.

Kefka's face remained plastered in a laugh. "I am to fight this cheese wheel? The power of my awesome touch appears to be enough to ruin his day." Kefka continued to cackle as Kirby began to cry in the audience.

Kefka suddenly stopped laughing. His grin grew ever wider, and his thin lips glistened in seeming anticipation.

"Speaking of food..." Kefka bellowed as he turned back toward the audience. "I thought that I would be gracious and allow you all to be party to the hospitality of a god!"

"Before the contest today I... Uwee hee hee... spiked the Coke products!"

The audience began to murmur and mumble. Several people spit out there sodas. What was this madman talking about? Was he just raving? Was he really a god?

Zelda screamed from her seat as she and the other contestants were witness to the death of millions of fans in the stadium. People began to fall over everywhere. There was screaming and crying throughout the stadium. Those who weren't dead broke out into mass hysteria.

The insane jester looked out at the carnage and madness he had caused and laughed loud enough for the entire stadium to hear. There was a palpable darkness in that laugh that left a chill even in Ganondorf's spine. The contestants wanted to jump the wall into the stadium and take the madman down right then, but they knew that they could not do that. It was up to Pac-Man.

"Ah... a mass murder is good for any occasion!" hacked Kefka as he flew up above the maze. As if the deaths all around him were not enough to quench his desire for destruction. He touched down next to Pac-Man and grabbed him. He let loose a full blow of dark magic into the creature without holding back. However, Pac-Man only blipped out in the exact same manner as before, reappearing once again at his starting position. Kefka frowned in disappointment.

"That's it? No flying body parts or sickening thud as the body hits the ground?" Kefka yelled out angrily and unsatisfied.

Pac-Man was now quite aware of Kefka. Even though this thing was not a ghost, one thing was sure. It blocked his way to more food, and thus would have to be dealt with. Pac-Man turned a few corners and found what he was looking for. He faced a pellet much larger than the standard pellets he had been devouring since the fight began. It glowed with an immense power.

"Red!" Sonic said to Knuckles, who was sitting beside him. "That glow... Could it be a Chaos Emerald?" the hedgehog continued excitedly.

"Sadly, it is not. As the caretaker of the Master Emerald I am in touch with the energies of the Chaos Emeralds, and that energy signature is very alien to me. However its power may indeed rival the Emeralds!" Knuckles replied.

"You mean, he might have a chance!" Sonic bleated as they continued to witness the horrors of the day.

Pac-Man wasted no time as he opened his cavernous mouth and consumed the massive Power Pellet. Pac-Man was now seething with energy, though no outward sign showed it.

Across the arena Kefka looked down at his hands. He suddenly began to frown angrily as he noticed his skin and clothes had all changed to a sickly shade of blue. What was this force that was able to change him so without his notice.

Before he could figure out his perplexing predicament, Pac-Man came bounding around a corner. He was determined yet stoic as he Pac-ed towards the madman. Suddenly and quite against his will, Kefka became consumed with an emotion he had never known before: fear. Apparently the same power that had changed his color was capable of manipulating emotions as well! He was intent on standing and finishing off Pac-Man but his legs were intent on carrying him in the opposite direction.

"STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP!!!! I HATE HATE HATE HATE HATE HATE HATE HATE HATE HATE HATE HATE HATE HATE HATE HATE HATE YOU!!!!!" Kefka screamed as he attempted to resisted the urge to run from the yellow creature.

Pac-Man was gaining on Kefka as sweat began to form on the clown's brow. In the end, the geometric oddity's magic was too powerful for him as Pac-Man eventually caught up with Kefka and in one might "PAC" swallowed him whole.

What was left of the crowd stood up immediately in a roar of applause. They would no longer have to fear for their lives at this tournament. Pac-Man however remained unaffected by his praise. He continued to eat.

As he neared the last power pellet in the stadium, however, something odd began to happen. Pac-Man began to grow. Not just a little, either. Soon his yellow form had swollen to fill the entire stadium. His body then began to glow. First a dim red, then a smoldering yellow, and finally a blinding white as his body exploded in every direction in an immense wave of heat, light, and magic.

In the center of where Pac-Man's body had once been Kefka was floating. He was heaving in exhaustion and much of his skin and clothes were pealing from being partially digested.

"No one... EATS Kefka." He scowled as he fell to the ground, battered and beaten. It was a much closer fight than he would have wanted, but he would live to kill another day. Though he was angry, he stillchuckled to himself when he remembered the crowd's death cries. He knew that the other contestants would not be allowed to touch him. It was against the rules.

He hoped that his next match would also have a full house.

The crowd waited in silence for hours for Pac-Man to reappear as he had done twice before, but sadly this never happened. It seemed the weird being was now truly dead.




Today's Author: gotspork
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