Lydia Deetz and final fantasy VII (completed 22/22)

Arrival in Midgar

Disclaimer: This is a fanfic that does not intend to infringe the rights of those who own the franchises of Final Fantasy 7 and Tim Burton's film Beetlejuice, starring Lydia Deetz (Winona Ryder). Fanfic translated from Spanish to English, forgive grammar and punctuation errors, thank you.

LYDIA DEETZ AND FINAL FANTASY 7

Capítulo 1: Arrival in Midgar

The stormy night unleashed its fury on the small town of Winter River. One construction in particular seemed to be the target of the strong wind, a huge Victorian-style house on a very high, symmetrical hill from which the view of all the surroundings was overlooked. The house was empty except for a room barely lit by a huge red candle, in which a young girl in a Gothic dress interpreted the tarot cards.

The young woman had an appearance that matched the sinister storm around her: skin as white as the lightning rays that fell around the place; black hair, as dark as the relentless night; and eyes so black and deep that they would make anyone lose themselves in them before the dark woods of the county.

In front of the young woman, sitting at the edge of the bed, was a majestic black cat looking at the card reader with unusual interest, almost as if he were hypnotized.

"Death," said the young woman with a voice that would be the envy of all the dark sirens of the oceans.

"No matter how you shuffle the cards, it's the same result," she said and the black cat jumped out of bed to become a cat boy, not an anthropomorphic creature covered in hair, but rather the shape of an ordinary young boy, except that he had cat ears and tail.

"What are we going to do, Lydia?" asked the cat boy.

"There's no alternative, Percy, we'll go to Midgar."

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Lydia and Percy headed to Midgar the next day. It was a long journey but Percy, transformed into a huge panther, covered the distance at high speed, Lydia was riding on him.

Midgar was the capital of all the territories controlled by the multinational Shinra. The city was the urbanistic nightmare of any self-respecting architect. Dirty and smelly, it seemed to have come out of an oppressive and sad-looking cyberpunk novel.

Lydia and Percy were walking around the city (Percy hid his ears and cat's tail thanks to his innate magic) and arrived at their destination, a bar-restaurant called "The Seventh Heaven".

"Look Lydia, there's the waitress, let's ask her," said Percy and the two boys went to the young lady.

"Wow..." Lydia thought when she saw the woman wearing something light and with a style that accentuated her very generous proportions.

"Wow," thought the waitress at the sight of Lydia in her Gothic costumes and pretty figure.

"Welcome to my bar, how can I help you?" Tifa greeted them and was surprised to see that the two travellers were very young and that they were carrying backpacks.

"We're looking for a girl named Tifa, Tifa Lockheart," said Percy.

"I'm Tifa, but my name is Lockhart, not Lockheart."

Lydia apologized, but Percy approached Tifa and began to look at her from head to toe.

"No, it has to be Lockhearth, Lockhearth sounds better," he said with a big smile on his face as his tail and cat ears came out.