Pick up the pieces

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Pick up the pieces
Summary
It was cold and dark until it wasn’t anymore. Then it was warm and bright there was something soft and there were voices who were those voices again? They sounded familiar. They sounded sad too. Did something bad happen? Why do those strange faces I’ve never seen before look familiar? They keep saying something about an accident and how they know me. That’s impossible if they know me then I’d know them well to come to think of it I don’t know anybody. I can’t think of anyone I know.. What’s my name again?
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Chapter 4

Two men stand in front of me. One has teal hair and is wearing a denim jacket with a white shirt that has a rainbow on it, the other has a mustache and is wearing a pair of goggles and overalls over a white shirt. The one with teal hair is talking to Toby about some event, he says some shit about an invitation and audience tickets the other man hands him two envelopes. I stay on the couch messing with ‘my communicator’ although I don’t remember the passcodes for half the things on there it’s fun to mess with. Toby looks back to me and gestures at the teal haired man, saying something about spectators and admins, the mustached man waves his hands up and Toby seems a bit sad. I look up and see the teal haired man look at me and wave his hand, I wave back he seems surprised at that and turns back to Toby saying some more stuff. Before he and his companion leave. Toby looks to me before he runs off after the men who had just left. He returns a few minutes later panting and holding one of those event tag things that event organizers wear. On the tag part, it says Tommy Spectator. Toby looks at me grinning ear to ear. What is that for I ask him? It’s a spec tag, Toby says to me, it’s for the event we’re going to.

I recall Toby talking about some kind of tournament. Talking about how he’s teamed with some celebrity named Pokimane for the event and how we were supposed to be together and now someone named Hbomb is filling in for me. Oh, he wants me to spectate him in the event, I would love to I really would, the thing is, I still don’t remember anything about the event. Heck, I don’t even remember half the people who live in L’manberg. I remember Wilbur, Toby, and Niki, I know who Fundy is -don’t remember anything about him-, I’ve seen Jack - don’t remember him-, and Toby talks about someone named Big Q sometimes.

Jack came over here a few days ago. He had a pair of glasses with red and blue lens, he asked me some things and then he left. I could hear the disappointment in his voice when I didn’t know what he was asking me, as much as he tried to hide it I could still tell, his eyes got smaller his mouth pressed into a line and he slouched ever so slightly. Toby was talking to him outside after that. I could hear Toby telling Jack that I was still here while Jack shook his head saying that the physically being of Tommy came back and the real Tommy was dead or something like that. Honestly, I think he’s overreacting a bit, as far as I’m concerned I still have my personality, and that’s all you need to pass off as ‘the real you’. I asked Toby if I’m different from before, he said that I’m almost the same, or at least to him I am, although I’m not as loud or as mouthy. I still am me I’m still stubborn and impulsive and hotheaded, Toby says to me. I wonder if he’s lying to make me feel better or actually telling the truth. It doesn’t really matter though, as long as I am remembering more and more I’ll eventually be the same as before. Then we can look back at this time and think of it as nothing more than a dream an illusion.

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