I dunno why, but your summary made me laugh ^^
But anyway, i really liked the story!

Nice! I love your writing!

Well said, well said. I love the poetic type stories. They are the passion which keeps my firy soul writing. Hey, it's better than suicide right? (Just kidding) ^_^

You know, I never really thought about what happened when Vincent was first put in the coffin. Myself, perhaps like most FFVII fans, I always thought about the concequences of his resurrection, not so much his...erm, shall we say, goodnight. Definately a thought-provoker.

That's a chillingly realistic look at how it works sometimes. Self-preservation is indeed the key. A short piece, but eloquent, concise and with great impact.

Beautifully written, this. No wonder the poor guy is so messed up in the head, right?

Suffocating imagery~~ I've thought that might be his problem before so it's nice to see it so well written.

Anon: Fanfiction means I'll write whatever the hell I feel like. Go fuck yourself :)

first off...Vincent removed his coffin lid easily in the game, so this struggle does not exist (to tell the truth, Cloud barely walks in the room before the lid blasted off, so Vincent is more than capable of letting himself free from his coffin). Second, he did not pound against his coffin in resistance...In fact, he believed that he deserved to sleep in this coffin; so he stayed willingly, whether Hojo placed him there or not.

I really like it when people go to greath lengths to write how a character feels in moments of panic or heightened emotion and I definitely dig the way you did this.

Perfect. It really makes you think how being locked in a coffin must have felt

Dude, this reminds me of Poe. When you start talking about him hyperventilating, my ears and neck felt hot and sick and borderline-terrified. The feet of hair and nails thing wins the internets for being creepy and true.

This fucking rules. Onto the faves list it goes!

It's been done, but I like your take on it. Written in such few words too. Some really cool, dark images in here.

"He will slice off the feet of curling hair and nails, shed the now rotting blue suit for scraps left behind, and sleep for five more years before he can even begin to question it." Damn, is all I have to say about that.

And then "With enough sanding, like ancient brittle Vedic sanskrit, it can be erased and rewritten yet again." Loved that comparison.

Thanks for sharing!

Very dark and insightful - and quite a believable way to look at what Vincent may have been feeling. I like this one - well done ;-)