Chapter #3Roy by: Unknown Chris entered his room, throwing his backpack onto the ground and letting out a final sigh of relief; he was home. He decided to immediately take up his own offer to play some video games in peace before his little siblings came home. He looked along his shelf at all the games for various systems he had stocked up. He was in a Fire Emblem mood for some reason. He didn't want to take the five minutes out of his game time to set up his TV with a game console, so he decided on a handheld game. He'd played Sacred Stones, Blazing Sword, Shadow Dragon, and Awakening a little too much lately and so he reached for one of his most prized possessions, an original GameBoy Advance cartridge for Fire Emblem: The Sword of Seals, which he got on eBay a few weeks ago. It was in Japanese, of course, but Chris had played the English hack on his computer enough to be able to play blindfolded and still get the basic story.
He reached up for the cartridge and held it in his hand... and then he felt funny. At first it felt like he was sick to his stomach with butterflies but then the sensation spread out his extremities to his entire body. He felt himself fall and he blacked out...
He came to, still feeling a little dizzy. He noticed according to his clock that he'd only been out for a minute or two at best, which was weird. He still felt dizzy as he stood up. He shook his head a couple of times to clear it, which somewhat did the trick. He noticed almost immediately then that his clothes were different. They tinkled a little when he walked, he was wearing some armor pieces, blue plated with gleaming golden trim. It felt weird wearing a chest plate and shoulder pads made of steel, but apparently Chris didn't mind the weight, as if he were used to it. He had heavy boots on, mostly leather but with iron fittings surrounding his ankle, again mostly blue with gold trim. He had white trousers made of a sort of heavy cloth, almost like canvas in terms of toughness but slightly more soft. Under his armor was a sleeveless tunic of blue cloth again with golden trim, this time as smooth as satin, and a belt of simple leather held the tunic together at the waist. Under that was a black short sleeved shirt, thick and with a turtle neck of sorts. He felt around his head at this point a cloth headband, probably blue and gold. The most impressive article of clothing on his person, however, was his cape. Blue on the outside, red on the inside, it made this strange outfit 4 times as heroic. Last, he noticed had blue fingerless gloves and iron gauntlets on his arms.
And then the freakiness of the situation kicked into overdrive. Chris looked at his arms. He definitely remembered not being quite that pale before... or that ripped. He looked at his arms and he looked like he'd been working out for some time. His biceps when he flexed them bulged quite a bit. Naturally, he wasn't grotesquely muscled like one of the body builders on TV, instead it looked like each and every muscle in his arm had been trained to that size with discipline and necessity.
Chris shook his head, "Just what has happened to m-!!" he gasped at his own voice, "My voice! Holy crap! Is that my voice?" The voice was that of an adolescent young man, any guy from Chris's High School could've owned that voice. But it was definitely not Chris's. It was a little higher pitched and had a tinge of a sort of English-ish accent to it. He immediately ran for his closet, his armor pieces clinking a bit with him. He grabbed the full body mirror he kept in his closet and put it down against the wall.
"Oh. My. GOD!!" he cried to himself as he gazed upon the utterly amazing sight in the mirror. He gaped, his eyes wide. There, in the mirror, stood a guy looking about 15 years old. He had a shock of ultra red hair, longish and unkempt, kept out of his face by a blue and gold cloth headband. He had the most intensely azure blue eyes Chris had ever seen in his life. It was as if Roy from FE6 had come to life in the real world.
But it was more than that. This redheaded teenager decked out in armor and Lycian nobleman garb was, in fact, Chris. The reality was so intense, Chris couldn't form words to describe his amazement. Roy's garb was a little dusty, his boots had dried mud on them, he had dirt under his fingernails, and his face looked a little dirty. It was as if Roy had magically been transported from the middle of a battle onto Chris. Every movement Chris made, Roy made in the mirror. Every facial expression Chris felt was portrayed by the redheaded youth.
Chris touched Roy's face... his own face. The face he felt was the face of Fire Emblem: The Sword of Seal's main character. Chris almost had to laugh. The way he existed now put every cosplayer in the entire history of dressing up as fictional characters to shame. Chris didn't just look like Roy, he didn't just sound like Roy or smell like Roy or feel like Roy; he WAS Roy (if Chris had known what Roy smelt, sounded, and felt like in the first place). Roy, son of Eliwood, Marquess of Pherae. Roy, the General of the Lycian Alliance who took on Bern, nabbed the Sword of Seals, and fought a demonic dragon... before becoming King of his homeland. For Chris, it was all just too unreal... and at the same time gazing into the azure eyes in the mirror, he knew, he was inside this body...
His train of thought was derailed however, when he heard the doorbell ring. Chris/Roy was shaken out of his thoughts and wondered who it could be... He realized he couldn't keep his transformation into a redheaded 15 year old general a secret from the world much longer no matter how hard he tried. He went to answer the door. He realized Roy was about his old height, maybe even a little taller. He wondered if fans would be disappointed that the "real" Roy wasn't as short as they all thought...
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