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A Yuffie doll would've disappeared sooner and alongside all of valuables in the house. You'd have to track it down to Hawaii to even stand a chance of getting any of your stuff back.
Too bad Square forgets it exists. Or anything besides FF7.
(I may be just a little bitter that in Smash Bros, out of all the characters in Final Fantasy, they picked Sephiroth to join Cloud in the game (plus Barret, Tifa, and Aerith as costumes).
...Like, there's 14 other games in the main series, and they only use FF7?!
Why not Cecil or Kain? Or Terra? Or Kefka? Or Squall? Or Yuna? Or Zeromus? Or heck, Gilgamesh would've been a perfect fit, with his universe-hopping.)
or sephiroth
https://youtu.be/vQ3ytKwBqtA?si=idEoLGFa4CrM-FTj
The days that followed were a whirlwind of emotions for me. My beloved Tifa doll, the one I had carefully posed and adorned with silly hats, had vanished along with my father. It was as if they had both stepped into another dimension, leaving behind a void in my living room and an ache in my heart.
I confronted my mother, desperate for answers. She sat me down, her eyes red from crying, and told me the truth. My father had fallen for another woman—a woman who apparently shared his passion for oversized video game character dolls. The irony was not lost on me. How could he leave my mother after all those years for a life-size Tifa doll?
As the weeks went by, I tried to come to terms with the bizarre situation. My father’s “honeymoon” photos on the beach were surreal. There he was, grinning like a teenager, with my Tifa doll by his side. They strolled along the shoreline, hand in hand, while the waves crashed around them. I wondered if he whispered sweet nothings to her, or if they debated the best Materia combinations.
My mother, devastated and betrayed, decided to take matters into her own hands. She hired a private investigator to track down my father and his new love. The investigator’s report was both heartbreaking and absurd. Apparently, they had moved to a remote island where they lived in a cozy beachfront cottage. My father had even set up a little gaming corner for Tifa, complete with a PlayStation console.
I couldn’t help but laugh at the absurdity of it all. My father, the man who had once lectured me about responsibility and practicality, was now living out his fantasy with a video game character. Meanwhile, my mother and I were left to pick up the pieces of our shattered family.
But life has a way of surprising us. One day, a package arrived at our doorstep. It was addressed to me, and inside was a smaller, more portable Tifa doll—the kind you’d find in a collector’s edition box set. Along with it was a note from my father:
"Dear [Your Name],
I hope this little Tifa brings you some comfort. I know I’ve caused you pain, and for that, I’m truly sorry. But sometimes, we find love in the most unexpected places. Maybe it’s time for both of us to embrace our quirks.
Take care, and remember that family is more than blood.
With love,
Your wayward father"
And so, I placed the mini Tifa doll on my bookshelf, right next to my Final Fantasy VII game. It was a reminder that life could be strange and messy, but love—whether for a character or a person—was worth holding onto. As for my father, well, he was still out there, chasing sunsets with his beach-loving Tifa. And who was I to judge?
And that, my friend, is the tale of how a life-size Tifa doll became the unlikely catalyst for change in our family—a change that none of us saw coming, but perhaps needed all along. 🌟
Note: This story is a work of fiction, inspired by your prompt. Any resemblance to real events or people is purely coincidental. 😊