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X╎ᓭ⚍ᒲᔑv𝙹╎↸ ⎓ᒷꖎꖎ 𝙹⚍ℸ ̣ 𝙹⎓ ℸ ̣ ⍑ᒷ ∴𝙹∷ꖎ↸ ∴⍑╎ꖎᒷ ⎓╎⊣⍑ℸ ̣ ╎リ⊣ (ᒷリ↸ᒷ∷ᒲᔑリ?)
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Where… was he?
The man woke up on a bed, head throbbing with pain. He tried to recall where he was or what he was doing or…
Hm.
That’s strange, he can’t remember his name. Oh well. Mustn’t be important if he forgot it. Pushing himself up onto his elbows, he took in his surroundings. The room had a dance floor, a panda with a quartet of sleeping parrots, what he assumed was a bar, and a large iron creature outside.
Searching through his memories, he tried to recall anything about himself or why he was here. He could vaguely remember something about a big moon… a purple sky? Something about yellow stone… a tall, black creature… strange. He had these fragments of memory, but he couldn’t figure out how to piece them together. Like pieces from 5 different puzzles, all jumbled together and picked out at random.
“Shishwammy!” The sudden noise startled the man, who barely had a chance to turn to see the perpetrator before they tackled him with a hug from behind. “It’s so good to see you awake again, sweetface. You were out for a good few hours after respawn.” The other (Polish?) man hummed into his ear. “Now, why did you respawn in the bamboo lounge? Shashwam, were you sleeping in my bed again?” He said with a chuckle.
“Um… I’m sorry, but could you please tell me who you are?” He said quietly. “Don’t be silly, shishwam. Of course you know who I am!” The other person stepped out in front of him, letting him see the Polish man. He wore a lumberjack’s outfit, with short brown hair and unnaturally large eyes, each nearly the diameter of a mug.
He tilted his head, considering the man in front of him. “No, I can’t say that I do know who you are. Or who I am, for that matter.” He said cautiously, not wanting to say anything that might upset the sweet man. He noticed a small flicker of concern flash across the other man’s face, but it was replaced with a smile as fast as it came.
“Shishwam, how could you forget me? Good old Keralis!” He tutted, shaking his head in pretend disappointment.
The man nodded. “So… your name is Keralis? Ok, I’ll try to remember it. Could you please tell me what my name is?” Keralis frowned, not bothering to hide it this time. “Xisuma, this isn’t funny. Come on, you knocked your head pretty bad and we need to get you back to your base.”
Xisuma shook his head. “No, I’m not joking. Also, what’s a base? Is it like a house?” Keralis stood still with shock, before grabbing one of Xisuma’s hands and gently pulling him out of bed. “Y’know what, shishwam? I think that us two should take a walk around for a bit. Maybe it’ll help you jog your memories!”
Xisuma got out of bed, noting the full set of armour he was wearing (was this a dangerous place?), but he pulled his hand out of Keralis’ soft grip. “Thank you, but I’m not sure if I’d like to follow a stranger around. If you could point me to the server’s admin, they might be able to help..?”
The look on Keralis’ face was clearly one of hurt, but he instantly masked it with a smile and a wink. “If that’s what you’d like, then absolutely! I’ll take you to shi-“ Keralis froze mid-sentence, face falling slightly. Xisuma was confused, but motioned for him to continue.” I’ll take you to… Doc! Yes, our admin. Doc.” His voice was clearly a little too cheerful, but X let it slide.
“Well, no time like the present sweetface! Let’s go and get those memories.” He reached out, and Xisuma took his hand, though very tentatively. As they walked off in the direction of god-knows-where, He thought about his current situation. He’s currently walking with (and holding the hand of) someone he just met, someone who could very well be leading him to his death. Well, there wasn’t exactly much he could do about it now.
Besides, he trusted this man. The strangely large eyes and his kind personality made him seem almost puppy-like, and something about that comforted Xisuma.
This would probably be fine.
Probably.