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He was at what looked like a type of garden, there were many flowers around and he could see a little house at the distance, he was sitting under a tree hearing the faint noise of the wind, something in his mind told him he should not recognize this place but somehow it was… familiar? Something about the way the place smelled of spring made him feel at home.
“Pac? You okay?” A voice called for him, a voice so familiar it made his heart ache, why couldn’t he think of a name?
Pac felt a warm calloused hand on his shoulder, the mere touch made his body shiver but he couldn’t explain why. He turned around and felt a scream die in his throat, a man was looking at him, a beautiful man he was sure he had never seen before, but something about him… something about him made Pac feel safe, feel loved? It was a weird feeling, he wasn’t used to it. The man had kind eyes, they made Pac weak in the knees and he had a feeling that if this unknow man wasn’t holding his shoulder he would fall.
His mouth opened but no sound came out of it, he was stunned in place his brain screaming at him to run away from this guy he didn’t know but his heart was telling him to stay. The man put his hand on top of Pac’s forehead and his held his breath, not knowing what this guy’s intention was.
“Hum, you don’t have a fever, but you’re very pale, do you need to lay down?”
Pac heart was beating super fast, he couldn’t tell if it was fear or something else, he made an effort and managed to say something.
“I… Who are you?”
There was shock and maybe a bit of hurt in the man’s eyes mixed with what looked like… worry?
The man turned around, and just then Pac noticed two kids sitting under a tree playing with what looked like machines? It reminded him of Milo.
“Hey kids, why don’t you go play with Sunny for a bit? I need to have a chat with Pac”
One of the kids, the smaller one with a brazilian soccer jersey and a metal leg that looked a lot like the one Pac himself had, looked at the two man smiling mischievously.
“Ohh you want us to go away so you and pai Pac can make out! Let’s go Ramon, I don’t want to see…” He made a face of disgust “That.”
The two kids teleported away, probably to do what the taller man asked. One of those kids had called him “pai” but his only child was Milo… right?
The man sighed “Don’t listen to Richarlyson, he is just… making jokes.”
Pac was so confused, his head was spinning.
“Is this Richarlyson… my son?”
The man guided Pac to the shades under a big tree.
“C’mon let’s sit, you sound confused.”
Pac did as he was told, sat down on the grass, right in front of the man.
“Where am I? Who are you?”
Pac grew anxious the longer the man stayed in silent, he started fidgeting with his hands, picking at the skin of his fingers, after long seconds the man started to speak.
“My name is Fit, this is Quesadilla Island and yes Richarlyson is your son along with 4 others parents, Mike, Bagi, Cellbit and Felps, do you remember any of them?”
“Mike yeah I… He is my… my best friend and Cell… Wait! Cell? We left him to die! Why is he here?”
Pac could feel himself starting to hyperventilate and his chest getting tighter, his leg started to hurt in a way it hadn’t in years.
“Ok, so you do remember Cellbit, but only from your time in prison, you don’t remember that he is a good guy now.”
Pac shook his head, wanting to be in denial, Cell would never change, never…
“Pac, do you not remember… us?”
“I…”
Everything started to fade, the scenary, Fit, everything… He wanted to go back, he wanted to go back and tell Fit that yes he remembered of course, how could he ever forget?
….
Pac woke up with a gasp, looking around the room he was in, he couldn’t recognize it for a moment, was he still dreaming? He wanted to go back, back to Quesadilla island, back to Fit, back to his family.
There was someone in bed with him, lying with their back turned to Pac, so he couldn’t see who it was, he gently he touched the person.
“Fit?”
The person mumbled something but didn’t wake up, only turned around now facing Pac, it was only Guaxinim, yeah of course, Fit was just a dream.
He had gone to bed with Guaxi after an exhausting night and then he feel asleep after a light make out session and then… Fit.
His heart was beating fast, aching for a person he wasn’t even sure was real, for a life that didn’t even exist.
When Pac looked at Guaxinim sleeping at his bed all he could feel was sadness, this is not who he wanted to be sharing a bed with.