Chapter 2
Toby comes by with another boy today. He has a black hat on and fox ears poking out from the side of his head, he’s wearing a black jacket with a white undershirt. This is Fundy, Toby tells me, he’s Wilburs son. I still don’t quite know who Wilbur is exactly but from how much everyone talks about him he must be important. I ask Fundy about him, Since he’s your father you must be able to tell me about him I say. He doesn’t seem to understand why I want to know about him but he obliges. He tells me the Wilbur taught me a lot, he’d bring me over to their house whenever Deo or Jack went somewhere because those two were the ones who own the house I stayed in. He says Wilbur taught me how to use my words to fight and how to use my passion as a driving force and that he was an older brother figure to me. He says he got jealous of the attention I got at times while he was coddled by him even thou he [Fundy] was older than me.
Looking at Fundy’s figure it makes sense, he has a very lean and ‘delicate ‘ figure compared to most people I’ve seen around here. He’s skinny too. Even Toby has more muscle on him then Fundy does. I accidentally say that thought out loud which sends Toby into a laughing fit and causes Fundy to shrink into his jacket. I quickly blurt out a half-hearted attempt of an apology which seems to confuse the two of them. Toby notices my confusion and explains that I never apologized before well I never actually meant it or tried to mean it. Fundy backs him up You have a really big ego he agrees.
I hate not knowing what they mean when they talk about me they have so many memories of me of what I’m like and I don’t have that. It’s strange having other people know you better than you know yourself. The worst part is I don’t know how to act around anyone anymore. Toby and everyone who has visited has been acting nice about it but whenever they think I’m not paying attention they’ll give me a sad look. They miss me as in me that they fought in a war with as in me who never apologized for anything the me who knew who he was and was proud of it. I feel like some imposter who got swapped out with him. At least I haven’t had to interact with anyone who hasn’t visited yet.
Toby and Fundy leave and I’m alone again. I rake my brain looking for something and suddenly I reach far enough down that I remember something. Next thing I know I’m pulled into the memory.
A tall pink-haired man with pig ears on the top of his head looks down on me. He looks like the guy from Nikki’s picture. I can tell he’s worried. I’m telling him that I angered someone important somebody named Vikkstar. I somehow know he’s part of an important group called the Sidemen. A group I want to be a part of. The man -Techno- I remember his name being. Freaks out over this he sighs and chasses me for being so irritating to him. Before someone else pulls me aside and we follow a crowd into an arena.
The memory ends there and I’m back in the tiny room with blue walls I’ve been in for the past 4 days. Physically everything is the same except it isn’t. Because I remembered something. I remembered that means I might remember more stuff. I mean the man with the white coat -Dr. June- said that could happen if I saw images and heard sounds that were connected to an event that I was a part of or had something familiar to me. Maybe Nikki’s picture was that then. Since the pink-haired man in the memory looked the same as the one in her picture. If it is possible for me to remember stuff than that means that my old life isn’t completely lost to me.
I can reclaim it and take it back. I can be the me that everyone else remembers. The me who got into this war in the first place the one who got into this situation.