Black was all he could see. He wasn't sure how, he wasn't sure why. But it was black. The sky, the moon, him... Nothing.

His memories were gone. Just like that. He couldn't remember anything. Who he was, who he used to be, his friends, his family. He was a single entity in a world of unknown. He didn't even know his own name. Who was he and what was his purpose?

He heard voices. Voices he didn't recognise, but seemed to recognise him. Maybe they'd have answers. And why did his head hurt so much?

He blinked a few times, eyes focusing on a blank, white ceiling. The voices were louder, and he looked over. Five males stood next to his bed. Was it his bed? He wasn't really sure where he was, he could only assume.

His gaze settled on the first. A lanky male, with black hair and glasses. He seemed to be calm, though his eyes were darting all over the place. He wore a necktie and seemed the smartest of them all.

Next to him stood a shorter male, still with lanky features. Though his hair was purple, and he seemed more anxious than the first male. He wore a purple and black hoodie, with eyeshadow below his eyes.

Then came the next two. Seemingly opposites, one red and one green. They seemed the same person, minus a moustache on the green. Their hair was brown, and their eyes were the same shade of hazel. Their outfits were matching, but their colours contrasted. They seemed somewhat worried.

Then the final male, shorter, and slightly rounder. He wore glasses, much like the first. He wore a light blue shirt with a grey hoodie around his shoulders. He seemed the most worried.

He sat up and looked at the five in front of him. They suddenly became more alert of his consciousness and tried to talk to him.

"He suffered a severe blow to the head, loud noise is not recommended," the first said.

"But how will we know he's okay?" The fifth spoke.

"He shall tell us when he is able," the first replied.

He looked between them, trying to put names to faces, but he couldn't recall anything. He wanted to reassure them, whoever they were. He felt he owed them an apology, an explanation, though there was no way for him to know if he could trust them. He didn't know them.

"Are you alright?" The green one poked his arm softly.

He looked at them and nodded a single nod, before clutching his head. 'A severe blow'. That explained his head pain.

"Does he know how to talk?" The red one spoke up.

"I'm sure he's overwhelmed is all," purple hair spoke.

"I'm sorry," he finally found his voice. "But who are you?"

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