TW: Memory loss/Forgetfulness, old names, Remus being Remus, swearing (one swear word).

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Morality checked his phone.

7:30 am.

He thought for a second.

Was he forgetting to do something...?

Morality sighed and shrugged off the feeling of forgetfulness. Maybe it'll come to him later on. He got out of bed and changed out of his onesie into his glasses, blue polo shirt, brown khaki pants, and his signature grey cardigan.

He looked in the mirror at his outfit. Was there something missing on his shirt? Or was it the cardigan that seemed off?

'Ah well, maybe it's just me being silly.' Morality smiled and left his room.

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Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. Bee- click.

Logic sighed as he moved his hand off of his alarm clock. He reached for his glasses and shoved them on his face. He looked at the time.

8 o'clock am.

Logic felt as if he had gotten hit by a truck. His bones ached everywhere and his head was spinning, figuratively.

He couldn't recall what had happened the day before, but he definitely knew it wasn't because he was drunk.

Logic slowly heaved himself out of his bed and carefully made his way to his dresser. He changed into his black polo shirt, plain blue tie, blue jeans, and black shoes.

He looked at the plain blue tie he was wearing for a bit. There was something off about it, but what?

Anyways, he couldn't just sit around and do absolutely nothing, so he made his way out of his room.

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Creativity squinted his eyes at his shoulders for a few seconds. They looked bare and plain.

'This is the outfit I have always worn, right?' He asked himself. He double-checked his walk-in closet and didn't see anything else to go with his outfit, so he assumed it was his normal everyday outfit.

He grabbed his katana and put it in it's sheath, making sure it was secure.

He looked in the mirror once more. The white outfit, red sash, katana... was it really always this simple?

He shrugged it off and walked out of his room, humming a tune he didn't quite remember the name of.

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Deceit yawned as he sat up and stretched, his snake tongue slithering in and out for a bit before slithering back in, making a hissing noise as it went along.

He rubbed his eyes and got out of bed, changing into his black and yellow outfit and finishing it off with his yellow gloves and bowler hat.

Deceit's stomach growled, making him wonder when he last ate. He didn't think he ate at all yesterday or the day before that.

As he was trying to remember, his head started to hurt. He frustratingly sighed and gave up, walking out of his room to go to the kitchen.

Wait...

Where was the kitchen...?

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Dark Creativity looked around his mess of a room, trying to find his pants. He already has his underwear and shirt on, now he just needed his pants.

"Aha!" He yelled excitedly as he found, hopefully clean, pants. He shoved them on, without zipping the zipper up, of course. He put his sash on and made sure to fasten it because sometimes it came loose.

He looked in the mirror and messed his hair up a bit to make it look even messier if that even was possible.

'Now to get breakfast-' He stopped his thoughts dead in their tracks as he noticed something on his dresser.

Deodorant.

'What would happen if you eat it?' His thoughts asked, 'Probably nothing bad, maybe it'll even taste good. It's worth a try, anyway.'

Dark Creativity grabbed the deodorant and took the cap off. He looked at the pit stick before taking a bite out of it.

...

"Holy fuck, this is delicious!" Dark Creativity yelled before taking more bites out of it.

He finished his pit stick and threw it on the ground before running out of his room to find some more.

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Anxiety opened his eyes slowly. He grabbed his phone and checked the time.

12 o'clock pm.

He frowned and sat up.

'Waking up late. Check.'

'Feeling of something going wrong. Check.'

'No sounds. Check.'

He tried to remember what happened the day before, only to remember nothing.

'No memories... check.'

Anxiety got out of bed and changed into his black shirt, black ripped jeans, and signature black jacket. He looked over to his mini bookshelf. The emo scanned the books until his eyes crossed over to one that read 'Journal'. He grabbed it and started to flip through it.