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In the snow biome, Saparata continues to gather blocks even in the harsh, relentless, and coldness of the weather. Drops of snow landed on his shoulders, but were quickly shaken off once he fixed his posture. Saparata thought deeply–how exactly did he get here?

Well–first and foremost, his best friend Flux both framed and betrayed him after Saparata was convinced by him that he could be a peace mediator–by using his vacation home as a meeting place for the leaders of Pandora. Saparata wasn’t aware that Flux had intentions of framing him for the murders of multiple Pandora leaders, he trusted Flux–they were friends–or so he thought. Friends don’t do that to each other, don’t they?

Even after Flux was demoted from his position of Luminara’s Vice President, and everyone avoided him like the plague–Saparata didn’t. He welcomed Flux warmly, and made sure to remind him everytime he came by that Flux would always have a place in Saparata’s island. Now, that same island, Saparata’s home–he couldn’t return to it anymore, not for a final goodbye, not to just come back and sleep it off like Saparata wasn’t just framed for mass murder and treason. It wasn’t possible anymore, the possibility of a home to return to.

And after all of this, Saparata just thought himself a fool--an idiot drunk on love, a moron who was foolish enough to love someone so loveable. Gods, Saparata felt like nothing--he felt like a puppet on a string, and now that he had served his purpose as a puppet to Fluixon, Saps was going to be thrown away like nothing.

Flux would swear he did it for the greater good. And back then, when Saparata didn’t know any better, he would have trusted Flux wholeheartedly–that’s how close they were. And even now that Flux has betrayed him and Saparata was a known fugitive across Yggdrasil and Pandora, Saparata still finds himself reminiscing on the days where they were still friends and close-knitted. And even when Theria fell and Flux went to Luminara, they still kept in touch–and now, that bond of theirs? It was gone, burned, severed.

There were…personal feelings that lingered in Saparata’s heart every time they met–he won’t deny that. Flux was handsome, he was charming, and intelligent. Saparata was no one–he still clung to the fall of Theria, and did not choose to join a civilization purely because of the politics–but now, look at where he has gotten himself into! A criminal, a murderer, a fugitive! Running across the islands like he was guilty–but what else can Saparata do other than run and survive? And even if Saparata did indeed have romantic feelings for his best friend, Flux–the possibility that they will ever be on good terms with each other was low.

The fact that things will never return to how it was was gut-wrenching. Saparata hasn’t felt this empty since the fall of Theria. He felt his mind numb–and no, it wasn’t because of frostbite–and his heart felt like nothing. Flux has won. Saparata didn’t find any other reason to keep holding on, to keep living like everything was okay, like it would all go back to normal. Betrayal hurt the most when it comes from someone you trust.

Saparata knew that by doing this, he was basically proving himself even more guiltier to the world leaders–but they didn’t believe him at the trial, did they? What else was this going to possibly change?

Saparata soon found his inventory almost full with blocks, wood, snow, a few carrots, and his armor. After staring at his inventory for an unhealthy amount of time, Saparata felt his legs move, as if on autopilot. He started building–a tower. Saparata loved towers, and it was how he died back then, after Theria fell, and he couldn’t take it anymore.

It took hours to create and polish. And when it was finished, it stood tall, foreign, in the middle of the biome. The only thing keeping Saparata from freezing to death was his armor–but he found no use for that anymore. What use was armor on a player who wanted to be hurt?

As he stared at the tower, Saparata felt his heart clench at the thought of killing himself again–the same way he did back when Theria was still…well, there. After a long moment of just standing there, Saparata finally made his decision–he began climbing the tower’s spiral stairs until he reached the very top. Even under all of his heavy armor, Saparata shivered from the harsh winds of the biome. No wonder why this place was uninhabitable. Saparata stood at the edge of the tower, unconsciously looking down.

He was so high up.

It would undoubtedly make his death even more painful, considering the fact that he accidentally built the tower taller than the last one. He hadn’t even noticed it until now–he knew how tall the tower was the last time, and this one was just…taller. Saparata swallowed his thoughts and began to empty his inventory–he was on three hunger bars–and even with the carrots in his inventory, refused to consume them. Saparata threw away his diamond pickaxe, the same one he used, chopping wood with Flux before everything went down.

No, even if he was faced with his impending doom, Saparata refused to shed a single tear. He was already giving Flux the upper hand by doing this, and now Flux can just…take over the world, or the island, that is. He has the intellect to do so. Flux had always been smart, too intelligent for anyone’s comfort–it wasn’t anything surprising, coming from the Vice President of Luminara, and the backbone of whatever conspiracy they had going. Flux was smart enough to pull it off.

Saparata wanted to forget everything--keep things as they were before, before Fluixon created the Conspiracy--Saparata wanted to stop him, tell him he knew about the traps, but it was already done, wasn't it? What point was it if that event had already finished, there was no use wishing for the old times, there were no other ways to undo something like this.

With everything in his inventory gone, empty, thrown down the tower, Saparata took one last gaze at the moonlit sky–where the brightest stars were scattered all over, shining. Snow kept on falling. Saparata couldn’t even bring himself to smirk, in a way that made fun of his situation. How could he have gone from complete peace to absolute chaos in the span of just weeks? The whole…abstaining from joining a civilization to avoid drama was probably a foreshadowing. That no matter what Saparata did, he would never be able to live his life in harmony.

Saparata sighed–stripping himself of his armor slowly, his fingers trembling as he did. He felt his breath shake unevenly, and his chest heave with each tug–until his body was completely bare from the armor. The chill hit Saparata immediately, making his breath hitch as the hairs on his arms stood up. He looked down one more time, all kinds of emotions stirring inside him–rage, sorrow, and hurt–he took one last intake of breath before slowly  walking forward and feeling as his feet stopped touching anything.

He was falling.

The air was chillier when he was falling down a tower. Saparata shut his eyes, coughing up crimson as his bones cracked, back hitting the ground. Saparata’s eyes widened as he choked on his own blood, his mouth tasted like metal–and soon, every part of his body was scratched or just  plain ugly with his injuries. The pure white snow had his dirty blood seeping into it, tainting the snow’s purity with his own blood. He laid there, unable to do anything–it’s not like he wanted to do anything. Saparata stayed still, the pain of plummeting to the ground was…horrific.

He had never felt such pain until now, not even his orevious tower jump had been like this. Saparata let out a soft groan as the snow trapped him.

Saparata tried to remember how he had handled it before.

But he couldn’t even remember that as he began to drift away.

He wanted to start over--forget everything.

Fluixon sat at the dining table in the Conspiracy’s underwater base. He was looking over plans on Luminara, he planned on winning the new election against LegacyAn–and in order to do that, he needed to pull a few strings behind the scenes and make LegacyAn pull out–securing his victory.

All he wanted was to unite Pandora and make all those blind island leaders open their eyes to Yggdrasil’s real plan–taking over Pandora. Soon, 3belowzero would die, Thomas was working on a new plan to make LegacyAn–a player that Thomas suspects will run–to pull out from the election. Fluixon trusted Thomas, the first player in this world to side with him–well, other than Saps–but Saps wasn’t here, right now. Saps was somewhere…on Yggdrasil or god knows where, on the run, for the murder.. of multiple world leaders.

Well, Saps didn’t actually kill those leaders, but Fluixon couldn’t have the blame placed on him at the moment, could he? Fluixon would gladly betray one person to save a thousand–those thousand players were worth more than just..one life, even if it was Saps. When Fluixon was demoted from being the Vice President of Luminara, it was Saps who still welcomed him with open arms despite how everyone else avoided him like he had a disease, with how he behaved at the meeting–he just wanted to save them, for heaven’s sake!

They had a few new recruits–those who believed in their cause. Fluixon was trying to rack his brains in an attempt to think of anything–anything that he can use in their plans. He had Thomas bribe the judge in order for Saps to not out them–well, he still did, but made the fatal mistake of accusing the other players, which did not make them happy. Saps…Saparata…Fluixon’s friend, but they haven’t really been friends in a long time.

Fluixon missed the way Saps always greeted him with the biggest bear hug ever when he came to visit his island, and also helped–just like how Fluixon gave Saps a helpful hand in the creation of Theria…before the plot failed and Saps jumped off the tower, making Fluixon the temporary leader before he gave it to Jophiel…he hadn’t thought about her since the day he had her assassinated. Tricolor as a nation was too strong, Jophiel had to go in order for Tricolor to fly into chaos and his plan to be set into motion.

It’s a shame, really. Jophiel was a powerful woman, and whilst stalking the documents that his subordinate swiped, Emperor Schpood had sent her a marriage proposal, to unite their nations…a shared nation with Tricolor and Westhelm, now that is a powerhouse that Fluixon was glad he stopped.

Some of the Conspiracy members went out to search for Saps. Fluixon’s plan first and foremost was to locate Saps and make sure he has no one to turn to. The most obvious place Saps would go after the trial was likely Yggdrasil, and probably was already there–which is why he had Snowbird go out and search the outskirts of Yggdrasil, since entering Yggdrasil itself as a Pandoran was basically asking for your head to be placed on a pike personally by the leaders.

Fluixon sighed, tapping his finger on the table. Their newest member, NewKids had a mission–and that was to assassinate 3belowzero when he could. Fluixon had it out for the President of Luminara, having ridiculed Fluixon like that, and demoting him–it was shameful. For a few hours, Fluixon was just stuck doing paperwork, greeting his fellow conspiracy members here and there…

“Flux!” The door to their underwater base was suddenly slammed open. Fluixon looked up, a little startled, but before he could say anything, all he could see was Snowbird and Gotoga lifting someone in their arms, struggling to carry them even with the both of them doing so.

The Conspiracy leader narrowed his eyes, staring, trying to see who it was–have they actually kidnapped someone? Fluixon didn’t think they’d have the balls to do so. Gotoga shifted, which gave Fluixon a slightly clearer view of the person’s legs–pale, black and blue cuts and wounds, frostbite clinging to their injuries. Fluixon squinted his eyes, that..build looked familiar. “We–It’s Saparata!” Gotoga managed to spit out–and Fluixon’s heart skipped a beat. He saw the face come into view–a sticky note with a smile…stained by crimson.

In an instant, Fluixon jumped out of his seat, the paperwork in his hands flying in the air before landing on the ground, discarded. “What happened to hi–” Fluixon was barely able to contain his shock when he got closer, Saps was bleeding–everywhere, too much, he was going to die at this point. His face was all scarred and cold, and Fluixon was certain that his bones were broken. Fluixon cursed under his breath–how could he have forgotten Saps’s tendency to jump off towers?!

However, Fluixon took the half-dead Saps from Gotoga and Snowbird, he cradled Saps in his arms and flinched from how cold his skin was. His ankle was twisted–oh god, he jumped off a tower again. The alarm bells in his mind start ringing, Saps tried to kill himself, for the second time. Fluixon pressed his ear against Saps’ chest, and he could hear a faint pulse–so faint he almost missed it. He turned to look at his two comrades. “Get a room ready.” Was all he said, voice almost stuttering.

Snowbird and Gotoga nodded before quickly taking off. They were both–but mostly Snowbird, were covered in what looked like gallons of Saps’ blood. And Fluixon’s own clothing was also beginning to smell like the iron of blood. Fluixon held Saps tightly, despite how cold he was, and then Fluixon sped off into a room. He had no idea how Gotoga and Snowbird even got Saps underwater with his half-dead state, but he was glad nobody else found Saps. No one from Yggdrasil…no one.

Fluixon was never able to fully admit it, but he cared about Saps. That man was his best friend, his former leader, and the one he betrayed. Fluixon suddenly felt a surge of guilt enter his body seeing Saps like this–no, he was doing this for the greater good–Saps was going to live…

Fluixon needed Saparata to live.

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The first time he died, Saparata only felt the guilt swallowing him whole–the guilt kept him from crying about how much pain he was in before his vision slowly faded into darkness. That was all Saparata saw after jumping off the tower–nothing, plain nothing, after death. He found it more peaceful than what craziness he somehow invited back into his life.

The next time he opened his eyes, Theria was no more, and was replaced by two islands–Pandora and Yggdrasil. Pandora was wealthy with resources, the people on Pandora thrived and lived as they pleased under their respective nations. Yggdrasil, however, was barren–the people on that island struggled to attain resources and lived scarcely. Saparata, whilst not being under any civilization, still lived on Pandora, on an island unclaimed by the world leaders.

He loved his life on that island. That island was his home, the place where he built his vacation home with Flux. Well, Flux stopped being Flux to him the moment his former second in-command created that trap on his roof and committed mass murder. His beloved home was turned into that of a crime scene, and Saparata…would most likely never be able to return to that place of his anymore. Once the others catch him, he would no doubt be executed or killed on the spot. They all hate him.

Once Saparata began building that tower in the harsh winds of winter, he had made a decision. One that would give Fluixon the upper hand in the world–in politics. Ish came to visit sometimes. Ish was good company, even if his visits to Saparata weren’t for long. Clinging to anyone who believed him…that’s usually what someone falsely accused of a crime does. Still, Ish was an admin, he always knew what was happening in the server. 

He couldn’t fathom why he was thinking about such things on the brink of death. His vision had faded earlier, but Saparata never fully went unconscious. He was laying in the vermilion snow, entire body numb with the harshness of winter. It was a pretty interesting thing to humans, that before a person dies, their life indeed begins to flash before their eyes. This must be what he was experiencing at the moment–and for some god-awful reason all Saparata could think about was Flux–not Fluixon, Flux.

Saparata’s Flux. The man he met, and knows–not whoever was possessing Fluixon at the moment. He inhaled shakily–instantly regretting it as his lungs felt like fire. Why can’t he just drift out of consciousness? That would be a better thing than rotting while awake. He waited there, for who-knows how long–Saparata was covered in snow, and his mind still kept going. He had no idea why he kept clinging to the memories of he and Flux before everything–

It was terrifying.

He loved Flux.

But all these memories coming back to him were more painful than his actual external and internal injuries. Saparata was always very stubborn, refusing to back down even if he was battling a losing fight. He remembered the way he always hugged Flux welcome when he came to visit the island and help him in construction–Flux always had a keen eye for building, ironically, Flux was also the catalyst of Saparata’s doom.

Saparata shut his ice-cold eyes and felt more snow fall on him–if he could just forget about Flux and everything they did together… Saparata begged to forget; for Ish to have pity on him and grant his dying wish–as he’d rather have no memory of Flux.

Fluixon had no idea how long he had been sitting by Saps’ bedside. Saps had been unconscious for three days now, his body refusing to show that it was healing, and no signs of waking up. They had to contact a doctor from Luminara about Saps, since no one in the Cospiracy had any medical knowledge–or well, medical knowledge in the extent of healing every injury Saps had.

They bribed the doctor to stay quiet, and even if the doctor decides to rat them out, they had eyes on him–literally. Thomas questioned why he often just sat there, beside the unmoving Saps as he worked–and Fluixon couldn’t answer without giving himself away. He liked Saps, he loved Saps. But Fluixon was willing to forsake that love to save the entire world. Even if he missed the bear-hugs Saps gave him every time he came to visit.

Saps’ injuries were catastrophic. The doctor was overwhelmed with how terrible they were. Hypothermia, a broken ankle, twisted both arms, blood loss, and he broke four ribcages–and that isn’t all–but if Fluixon began to recite everything they would be here for hours. Fluixon snuck one glance at Saps, unconscious, in pain–and it was his fault–Saps jumped off a tower.

He was ready to betray Saps and save Pandora from the evil of Yggdrasil–but Fluixon hadn’t accounted for how ready he was to see the pain and hardships Saps would face once he pins the blame on his.. friend. Would that be the proper term? Fluixon knows how naive Saps is, and he reckons that even after everything he had done to Saps, the other man still somewhat considered him a friend. Naive Saps, Kind Saps–God…

Fluixon felt his stomach churn at the fact he did this to Saps. Him, the same Fluixon who swore loyalty to Saps when Theria was still standing, the same Fluixon who vowed to never betray his leader. He exhaled sharply, Theria was no more–why does his mind linger in that country? It was the same way his mind unconsciously flies to Aculon and the becoming of it. His sister had already created her own nation in Yggdrasil, and he used to the Vice President of Luminara. They spoke, not often, but casual check-ups on the other.

They were both still part of the House of Aculon, after all. 

After spending another good three hours next to Saps’ unmoving body, he realized he had a meeting with the other members in five minutes. Fluixon grumbled and set down his paperwork, tucking them nicely on the side table as he stood to leave for the meeting. Though, he stopped–just as he was about to push the door open. Fluixon stole one last glance at the man he loves and then finally left the room. He had no right to refer to Saps as the man he loved, as Fluixon has already destroyed whatever was going on between them.

He wished many times in the past for Saps to just quit it and kiss him already–but that would be quite inappropriate. Saps always referred to Fluixon as a friend through and through. At that time, Fluixon wasn’t ready to ruin his friendship with Saps over the feelings he harbored for him–and decided to keep his mouth shut. Fluixon arrived at the meeting room, where everyone else was already sitting at–the table surrounded by his fellow members.

Thomas, Snowbird, Gotoga, NewKids, Hvyrotation. Fluixon smiled pleasantly and took his place as leader of the Conspiracy. It’s a shame, Seraphim could have been here, if she hadn’t been caught.

After an hour or so, the meeting ended. They had their next plan, take over Luminara as soon as possible. As long as Fluixon was the President of Luminara, he would be untouchable–and if the other leader manage to figure out he was conspiring against them, they wouldn’t be able to attack him or accuse him without starting a war.

It was a solid plan, one that would give him immunity for a while whilst they figure things out.

Usually, after a meeting, Fluixon would return to his own room and spend the rest of the day there–but this time, he found himself walking to Saps’ room as if his own feet were on autopilot. Fluixon couldn’t understand why he still held affections for Saps–He told himself he was prepared to destroy their friendly relationship, or whatever they had. They were friends, but there were moments that didn’t make them seem just friends.

They were friends–but in a way where they weren’t really friends, and not lovers, it was complicated. Saps was his comfort, and the reason why Fluixon hadn’t conspired earlier, Saps always knew the right things to make him calm down. Like the same delicious tea he brewed everyday, the hugs– god, Fluixon missed him–he missed the them before.

Fluixon reached Saps’ door, hand reaching for the doorknob, but the sound of something shattering inside the room made him burst through the door in a panic–He was afraid that Saps managed to find a way out of the underwater base–but no, when Fluixon opened the door–or rather slammed it open, he was greeted by the sight of a very confused Saps sitting in bed, having accidentally knocked over a pot of blue azure’s.

He stared at the broken clay pot on the floor, and the blue azure’s that Hvyrotation loved so much he began placing pots of those flowers all around the base. Fluixon paused–blinking–why was he so goddamn fixated on a dumb flower pot…

“Who are you?” Saps asked, not in his usual tough voice–no, this tone of voice wasn’t Saps–he was afraid, timid, and dazed. “Actually–who the fuck am I?” He suddenly added as an afterthought. Shit, his injuries were probably making him all hazy. Fluixon suddenly grew scared that Saps would definitely try and escape the base--but not in his condition.

Fluixon’s jaw slightly dropped. “Saps, I know this isn’t the best scenario to be meeting each other again, but I couldn’t just leave you there–” He tried to explain, trying to compose himself as he met the squinted eyes of Saps, his coal colored eyes were stunningly painful to look at. Ugh, focus, Fluixon.

Saps looked around, confused–”What the..What are you talking about?” He questioned, voice shaking with every word that left his throat. “I have no idea who you are–or who I am–I am going nuts!” Saps raised his voice, but the only sound that came out was a raw, scratchy voice. Right, he was coughing blood for hours before he was found… "Am I nuts? Oh heavens, Am I mentally unwell?"

“Saps–are you….” Fluixon trailed off, attempting to process the situation. Then suddenly, an idea struck his mind. “Saps, do you not know who I am?” He asked cautiously, watching the man’s expression shift–glaring daggers at Fluixon, eyes squinting in an attempt to recall.

“Uhm–no, But i’m getting a weird feeling that I know you from somewhere--ugh, I can't string it together." He mumbled, scratching the side of his head, only to freeze and stare at his bandaged hands–then at his arms, then his legs–until he threw off the blanket on his body and saw all the bandages wrapped around his body.

"Ow, breathing is painful--has it always been so painful?" Saps rambled. "I look terrible." He worried, pulling his tshirt up to reveal an ugly wound on the side of his torso.

Fluixon froze, Saps looked thinner than usual–god what was he thinking, Saps was probably unable to eat well because he was a wanted fugitive across the islands. “Saps?” Fluixon asked again.

“Me?” Saps pointed at himself, staring at his mummified body. “Is Saps my name?”

God, Fluixon didn’t know if Saps was playing dumb or he had actually forgotten everything. “Your nickname… but your actual name is Saparata.” It felt weird, reminding his not-so friend what his name was. The doctor was back all the way in Luminara, it would take some time for the doctor to arrive in their underwater base to check on Saps–cause he was beginning to suspect amnesia.

“Uh, cool?” Saps warily answered. “Who are you?” Ouch, that stung like a bitch.

Fluixon sighed–”Well, before I answer that–Saps, tell me what you remember.”

“Pain.” Saps deadpanned, visibly racking his brains for anything else. “That’s it. I just remember a whole lot of pain, then I wake up in this room, and I accidentally broke your clay pot–sorry.”

“It was Hvyrotation’s, but he will forgive you.” Fluixon replied. So, if this was real–Saps only remembered the pain after the fall–”Before the pain, remember anything else?” Saps shook his head, “Amnesia.” Fluixon muttered to himself.

Saps was really injured, amnesia was possible, and from such a high place? Saps was sitting in the spare bed they had in the base, mummified, dazed out of his mind, unable to remember anything. Fluixon didn’t quite like that.

“Can you answer my question?”

Fluixon snapped out of his thoughts. “Yes?”

“You’re…”

Saps began, gesturing to Fluixon, it took the architect a few seconds to realize that Saps was asking for who he was. Fluixon paused, he needed to think this thoroughly–if Saps really had suffered memory loss… he needed to weigh his options.

Fluixon hummed. “Fluixon. Just call me Flux.” The words felt bitter on his tongue, Saps always used to call him Flux with such affection. Everyone else calls him Flux now, but they will never be able to replicate how peaceful it sounded from Saps’ lips.

“Uh huh…Were we friends?” Saparata asks, his confused stare digging into Flux’s bones. Fluixon stared–he hated the way he wanted to say yes..but, he could–“I’m..getting a feeling, that…we were.”

Flux pauses, then smiles. “Oh, absolutely.” He said, heart racing. 

What was he doing?

Saparata didn’t need to know that they haven’t been friends since Fluixon betrayed him.

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The doctor arrived after two hours--and confirmed that Saps did indeed have amnesia, it was a major side effect from being left out in the cold for so long, while half-dead and obviously vulnerable. Saps still needed to be wrapper in bandages like a mummy if they wanted his body not in pieces--that was how bad it was.

He tapped on the table, trying to think about--anything--just, anything that could help him in this situation. The other members were a little skeptical about keeping Saps in their base, and Fluixon could see that--but for three more days Saps hasn't been hostile at all--and actually seemed like he had lost his memory, not a trick--nothing. It was odd.

Fluixon stared at Saps--who had forgotten everyone's existence and his own. Fluixon sighed, Saps had dedicated himself to reading almost every book in the base. He needed to leave in a few hours and return to Luminara, and so did Thomas and the others. NewKids was left in charge of making sure Saps doesn't manage to escape while they were away.

"Rapunzel...huh? I like her hair." Saps commented, which made Fluixon peep at what book he was reading--goodness, who smiggled disney sotrubooks inside the base? It was one of those picture books for children, Saps seemed fixated on the picture of Rapunzel letting her hair down for Mother Gothel a little too much. 

Fluixon looked over and saw how enamored Saps seemed at the panel of Rapunzel's glowing hair. "A lot of people do." He replied. "Saps, would you be okay in here without me? I'll be gone until tomorrow." When Saps heard that, he actually frowned as if upset. It reminded Fluixon of the first time they met, where Saps always sulkedbwhen it was time for him to leave.

Saps shrugged, fiddling with the pages of the book nervously. "Maybe. Will anyone else be here other than me?" He asked, looking Fluixon straight in the eyes. 

Fluixon felt stunted under Saps's eyes, but he swallowed his feelings and forced a smile. "NewKids. I assume you've met him?" 

Saps paused, lips twisting in an attempt to scratch something he could remember from his brain. "Uh, is he the one with the purple jacket?" Close enough.

"No, that one is Thomas." Fluixon responded. "NewKids is the one with two different colored eyes."

"Oh! Yeah, that one." Saps said, looking proud of himself for actually remembering something. "He seems pretty nice, I think I'll be fine with him." He smiled, soft and...sincere--how could he smile like that while he was with Fluixon?

God. It didn't make any sense. All of this--the sudden memory loss, it felt...like a ploy. Fluixon didn't know what else to think in this situation, Saps was unable to defend himself, he can't just leave the base--Saps was going to be killed on the spot. Fluixon shook his head slightly, he didn't want to see Saps so broken and bruised ever again.

"You can trust NewKids." Fluixon answered, with a low sigh. "NewKids is going to keep you safe, while I'm gone. And while I am gone, you need to stay in here and never leave this place, understand?"

Saps nodded almost immediately--a little too eager. "I understand--It's for my safety, right? Like, I can't even remember anything, I'd die again If I leave." He grumbled, shutting the storybook with a loud thud as he slipped it back into the shelf. "Be safe out there, Flux."

He was never going to admit that he actually felt comforted at Saps' words. It was already weird enough that Saps was associating with him despite everything, but Saps can't remember anything, even the doctor has confirmed the injury in his brain due to the fall. Fluixon felt...warm, Saps was never going to talk to him again after what he did...

But this Saps--naive, unaware...maybe they could start over? "I will. Thank you, Saps." Fluixon smiled, walking closer to Saps, before gently pushing his head forward and pressing a chaste kiss on Saps' forehead. "Don't leave this place, 'kay?" He mumbled into his ivory hair, that smelled like fresh, blooming daisies.

God, Fluixon has wanted to do that for so long--he was always too scared that Saps would be awkward if he did that back then--but...fuck, he didn't want to have to take advantage of a literal amnesiac. 

Saps grinned, his pale cheeks tinged with a blurred pink as he nodded. "I won't. Now go, Flux--you have a meeting, don't you?" He reminded him carefully, chuckling lowly when Fluixon checked the clock again--noting that he, indeed, has to get going.

"I do." Fluixon chuckled. "Goodbye for now, Saps." He added, Saps seemed to relish the way Fluixon always flashed a smile at him, like he actually...liked it. Fluixon narrowed his eyes, Saps was often a wildcard, which is not something many expect.

He needed to tell NewKids to keep an eye on Saps.

Pain.

All he can feel is pain. Someone was holding him, clutching his cold body and yelling something. He has no idea what is happening, how he'd gotten into this situation and why he felt like he was in hell despite chilling and shivering all over. He shuts his eyes and allows himself to be cradled, it was better to just knock himself out of his misery than be awake during the whole thing.

For some reason, he can't remember his name at all. It was at the tip of his tongue, yet he can't figure out what it is. When he knocks himself out, he wakes up in a bed. Comfortable, the blankets were red, and the pillows were soft. He can't remember anything and it was killing him, his body still hurt, like his entire figure was being held together by duct tape.

He looks around, and beside him was a table, a miniature nightstand with a small pot of blue azures. He breathes out sharply, his chest feeling clogged and on fire--everything he did made him feel like burning in an inferno. He suddenly gets dizzy, hand reaching forward and accidentally knocking over the clay pot. He stares down at the mess he's created.

A few seconds later, the door slams open. He flinches, turning to look at whoever smashed the door open like a barbarian. It was a man--with exquisite raven hair and eyes the shade of a lovely bright violet. Hw freezes, blinking, feeling his chest heave as something swirled in his chest.

"Who are you?" He forced out, nervous and afraid--his chest suddenly tightened at thw sight of a man so elegant. His mind was running on pure nothing, and now he couldn't even remember his own name, how pathetic--"Actually--who the fuck am I ?" He blurted out, his mind moving in confusing circles as he tried to focus.

This man...with an expression so serene yet so stressed. He needed to admit it--whoever this man is...there were handsome, striking and charming. "Saps, I know this isn’t the best scenario to be reuniting, but I couldn’t just leave you there–”

Saps?

He inhales sharply, cutting the charming man off. Everything was so confusing, and he was not sure what to do. "What the..What are you talking about?” He asked carefully, feeling his eyes move everywhere. The lights were too bright, the shelves were too organized, and the papers scattered on the floor was, for some reason, agonizing. “I have no idea who you are–or who I am–I am going nuts!” He wanted to scream louder--but his throat restricted him from doing so.

His throat felt like it was burning from the inside despite how cold he was. He felt a shiver climb his spine. "Am I nuts? Oh heavens, Am I mentally unwell?" He mumbled under his breath, everything was too bright all of a sudden, too noisy, too suffocating.

Amd despite all his ramblings, the pretty man just kept staring at him, with a mix of confusion and...confusion...the way his chin tilted ever so slightly was so charming. “Saps–are you….” The man trailed off, unsettled. “Saps, do you not know who I am?” The man questions. He narrows his eyes at the man, this guy felt so familiar, he suddenly felt his arm hairs rise when he tried harder to remember.

He can't.

Nothing was entering his mind.

That hair--those eyes, that calculating  gaze of his that was so alluring. “Uhm–no, But i’m getting a weird feeling that I know you from somewhere--ugh." He tried one last time to shake his braincells for any additional information, but he couldn't remember anything. "I can't string it together." He finally said, albeit a little startled due to the fact that everything was so familiar yet so unknown.

Fl... it was at the tip of his tongue. His breathing became a little erratic, he didn't know where he was. And an unbearably charming but handsome man was talking to him, eye to eye.

He suddenly flinched, grabbing his throat with a slight glower. "Ow, breathing is painful--has it always been so painful?" He knew he was rambling, but he just kept doing it--he rambled and rambled. "I look terrible." He suddenly realized the feeling of a ton of something wrapped around his body, he was too distracted to realize, but it felt weird and foreign--he peeled the blanket off and raised his too-long white tshirt--and his scar looked ugly.

It was deformed, twisted, and unsightly.

He missed the way the man's gaze lingered on that disgusting wound of his. It felt weird seeing his own bones stick out ever so slightly, it looked a little uncanny. “Saps?” The man called out, calling him by that name again--which made him realize something.

He looked at the man. “Me?” He pointed at himself, staring at his mummified-looking body--it was difficult to move around with so much clinging to places that ached. “Is Saps my name?” He asked, a little too enthusiastic. He's gone all this long without knowing his name, and he hadn't even thought of asking this person how he knew--but that didn't matter now.

The room he was in was simple. Wooden walls and oak floors, a small but neat book shelf stood in the corner, he stared at the shelf full of all sorts of books. It made him wonder what stories were on the inside. He was always in for a good story, after all. And in his case, suddenly waking up and rememberint absolutely nothing of his past called for a book.

That undeniably striking man stayed silent for quite a long while, hyacinth eyes glued on him--Saps--unless that wasn't his name after all. He had been staring the whe time, but he couldn't help but note how beautiful this person truly was. Their jawline was perfectly sculped, eyes so sharp it made a man shiver, and a posture so straight it battled a ruler. He gulped, how could he not be intimidated by soomeone so attractive?

“Your nickname…" The man began to speak, "But your actual name is Saparata.” Huh. How curious. His name was Saparata, but went by Saps for short. It was a kind of solid name, if you ask him--if you ask Saps. Wow, that felt amazing--the feeling after finally figuring out your name was bliss--or was it only him?

Saps cleared his throat, putting on his best unbothered look. “Uh, cool?” He replied, fighting back a grin. “Who are you?” Now that he knew his name--Saps--wouldn't it be better to know this handsome man's name, so that Saps would stop referring to his poor dude as just 'handsome man'.

The man sighed, deep and stressed. What could be stressing him out? White hairs wouldn't look too bad on him. ”Well, before I answer that–Saps, tell me what you remember.” Saps paused, tilting his head up and humming like an idiot.

Saps tried to remember before the pain, but there wss nothing. All he could recall was the pain, and the feeling of someone laying their hands behind his knees and on his nape, yelling and running out of the freezing snow be was buried under.

“Pain.” He deadpanned, because what else was he supposed to say to that? Saps scratched the side of his bead, but nothing came from that. “That’s it. I just remember a whole lot of pain, then I wake up in this room, and I accidentally broke your clay pot–sorry.” God, he still feels like shit over the clay pot, someone must have taken great care into making and setting it up around this place.

“It was Hvyrotation’s, but he will forgive you.” He replied, eyes vacant like he was thinking too deeply. He moved away from Saps and murmured something incoherent hndernhis breath. 

Saps played around with his bandages, he looked ridiculous in them, really. Can he get these off? They were such a nuisance, and his legs felt so numb they could fall off at any moment now. For minutes he has wanted to know this man's name, and be was suddenly craving it.

“Can you answer my question?”

He snapped out of his thoughts, his faded eyes fell into a gentle smile and a straightened back. "Yes?” The man questioned, looking as elegant as earlier.

“You’re…”

Saps began to speak, pointing at him slowly. 

Eventually, the man understood what he meant and hummed like a bird. "Fluixon. Just call me Flux.” Saps' eyes widened. Fluixon. Flux. Ah--that was the name on the top of his tongue. Although he doesn't very recall much of his past, he had a strong feeling he and Flux were something. Although he felt nervous around him, his features were so eye-catching it could make one go insane. 

“Uh huh…Were we friends?” Saparata asks, confused beyond his mind.“I’m..getting a feeling, that…we were.” Oh, please say yes.

Flux pauses, his eyes had that same vacant look as earlier, does that usually just happen when he thinks too deeply? After a few seconds, Flux smiles--actually smiles, it made his heart stutter. "Oh, absolutely.” Flux said with a pleased expression.

Saps smiles. It was great to know he had someone he could trust, after all. And this friend of his..was heart-breakingly handsome as well, he made Saps' chest clench--not in a worrying way--but still. Flux... what a ethereal name.