He remembers so much, yet so little.

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He remembers that he's called "Box." He isn't sure if it's a nickname or his actual, legal name, but it's still his name either way.
He likes it. He doesn't think any other name fits him.

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He remembers that he has friends. Their names came naturally to him. "Lava", "Sans", "FC".. He wasn't the only one with a strange name, it seems. He's quite fine with that.

The name "Energy" stays at the back of his head, his name feels... sad. He wants to mourn it, yet laugh at it all the same.
"Split" does too, but his feel wrong. His makes him want to scream. To grab at it & watch his name turn into mush. Yet he's fond of it.

He's fond of all of his friends' names. He's fond of his friends.
He never remembers when, where, or how they first met. He doesn't care.

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He remembers that he has parents, yet he never remembers their faces. He never remembers their voices. He doesn't know them. He lived with them all his life yet he doesn't know them.

He only remembers his friends' faces.
He's fine with that.

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This isn't home though, that he's sure of.

He knows he wasn't in the middle of a forest. He was in a cafe, if he remembered correctly. He was going to bring the others to his house because of the whole.. slaughter at the cafe thing. & Call the police... if he can remember the numbers right.

It's nice here though. It's not that cold.
It doesn't feel like he's drowning here.

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There's someone talking far away.
He doesn't know what to make of it.

Something in him screams to run away, to hide or kill whatever's out there. There's also something in him that's just plain confused.
He decided that he was going to hide till he can tell whether or not the mysterious person is a friend or foe.

This is a surprise camping trip now.
Okay.
He's fine with that.

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There's a Village here. It doesn't look like any that he saw before. It's really pretty, & the person talking is coming from there. He's still gonna hide though.

They don't look.. human. They have a lot of black stuff on them, with like.. vines of colour on them. Are they human? Probably not.

God, where even is he? The air here feels much lighter then it was before. & it's warm. It's.. nice. The sky is, too. Very blue.

When was the last time he saw the sun?
Why can't he recall?

...He'll freak out later. Once he's actually sure he's safe, and that he wasn't just kidnapped or something.

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Getting onto the trees was really easy. Just grab onto one of the trees and climb up and boom! He's up! Not sure how the leaves are holding him up (nor why he knew it would), but he's not gonna question what's probably saving him right now.

There's someone walking towards the forest. They're one of the people that lives in the village here, he thinks. They're orange with darker orange & blue creak-like vines all over, they also have patches of black on them too.

He doesn't know what to make of them. They have a cool hair tie though, it almost looks like a god-like crown.. oh. Oh- don't tell him that he actually died at the cafe. That would be so awkward.
Wait, if this is like an afterlife or something, then.. Sans-

DeBalance: HEY

Uh oh.

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The orange person is looking at him. He's gonna go behind the leaves and pray that whatever they were didn't just stared at him.

DeBalance: Get Down Here.

Crap.

"You don't see me!!"

He yelled out, digging into the leaves and trying to bury himself into it. He's not succeeding.

DeBalance: Yes we do!

DeBalance: What are you doing here!?

"I don't know!" He cried, because he truly doesn't. He.. "I- Wait. We?"

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...He didn't scream. Nuh uh, he definitely didn't get startled by the blue man(?) that was floating (floating floating he was flo ati n g-) behind him. He definitely did not fall out of the tree and started running, his legs definitely wasn't hurting or bruised. Nuh uh.

He's pretty sure they're calling out for him. He refused to look behind him. He tried to, at least. He did anyways and oh crap they're chasing him run run run run run doN'T LOOKBACK- WHY ARE THEY SOFAST JESUSCHRIST-

"Nopenopenope- not dealing with that! Not dealing with that!"

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Running is familiar. He used to run around a lot, he thinks. He used to run from things, he remembers. He doesn't know from what. Not sure why this came up when he was being chased, but it did.

He's pretty sure he slowed down when that thought came up. He barely registered that he slowed till something grabs him and he can't think of anything else other then to get far away from whoever just grabbed him. He thinks he heard something ripped but he can worry about that later. He's running again.

ReBalance: WAIT

"Nuh uh. Nuh uh, not dying today, not dying toda- GO AWAY-"

He can't die now, not like this. Not after that whole thing.

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Managing to spot a stone staircase that led down to who knows where, he took the opportunity to try and hide from his hunters. It was kinda eerie but at this point he's taking anything that could get him away from- whatever the hell is chasing him. Aliens? Maybe? He doesn't know.

Turns out the staircase only led to some weird looking contraption underneath what seemed to be an ocean, which is also lit by weird glowy blocks.
He despises everything about it and the feeling of slight familiarity that he refuses to unpack.

The machine thing did have a hiding spot though. Would need a lot of prayers to work, but he's taking anything he could get.
Into the contraption he goes. He hid in the small space against the pistons that hid behind an icon wall. It was big enough for him to hide behind.

"Please don't crush me or something." He muttered under his breath, because it sure looked like it would.

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He. God, he hates being in this thing so much. He doesn't understand the sheer amount of dread from just- seeing it. Being in it sure didn't help the feeling one bit but damnit if he's gonna die just because he was scared of a machine.

He ignores his shaking limbs and why he's struggling to breathe.

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Time passed. He doesn't know how long.
He's sitting down now. He isn't struggling to breathe anymore. The dread is still there, but it's better then before. He can think now.

He's kinda whisper-rumbling to himself the whole time but eh. It helps gets his thoughts in order, because they're everywhere right now.
He still doesn't know where he is and he was already chased. Not fun.

He didn't hear anyone come down here though. Maybe he did lose them! Hell yeah.

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Immediately as those words came to mind, he hears footsteps.
Of course he had to jinx it.

This place sucks.

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