The video above is inspiration for TTF. I will also thank GravityMay for giving me the inspiration to write this story. I am unsure as to how many chapters I'll have this story since it may or may not be a shirt story. The Time Forgotten will be a story to get me back from my writer's block, and maybe it could be transformed into a form of RolePlay, but let me first write out this story. My goal is at least 200+ reads in about a few months. I'll update every other day if I can.

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There's the good and there's the bad. You can choose sides, but the reality is that you can't trust anyone. Everyone is out to get you and you have to prepare for what's to come.

The time forgotten was a mystery and waking up to some place different without any memory of who or what you did in the past was now forgotten. Lost. Unkown. Everything is a mystery to your new identity, and the person you were before; this story is about two men who were once enemies now become newly acquainted with one another. Possibly encountering dangerous obstacles in the future as they slowly, but surely discover who they were in the past.

The saying goes, it takes two to tango, but in this case it was something different completely. When you undergo a career that is highly secretive and they'll be willing to do anything to keep their information top secret; they'll do it, even if it meant that they'll have to reset the minds of their hardworking staff.

It was daylight in Washington DC and everyone was living their day to day life. The sunlight was shining through an abandoned warehouse that was the size of a double condo building. The inside of it was very spacious.

Right in the center of the building lies a table, and two men on the floor dressed with casual clothing and working boots. One appeared to be Russian with dark stiff hair that appeared glossy through the bright sunlight from the little skylights above the warehouse. It was dusty inside; dusty enough to cause someone to choke.

Sirens could be heard as emergency vehicles drive through the streets. One could assume that they'll be rescuing the two men who were abandoned at this random abandoned warehouse, but then again the assumption was just an assumption.

One of the men stirred, the second man who appeared to be American, but it can be difficult to tell when his face was on the dusty cement floor.

He moaned as if trying to reject waking up. "No, just ten more minutes..." the man mumbled, the other man smirked in his unconscious state, but rolled on his side.

However, the eyes of the American man fluttered opened and he coughed as some dust had gotten caught in his throat.

"What? This isn't my bedroom?" The man said as he stood up staring at the Russian who was turned on his side and dusted off his own pants. He looked around, noting that this wasn't a house.

"Where am I?" The American said with a frown and walked up to the table ignoring the other sleeping man. He didn't feel comfortable waking him up. On that table that the American had walked towards were two wallets, two phones, two set of keys, and two sets of identification cards. One was written in English and another was written in some foregien language the man did not understand. He leaned over the table and picked up the identification card with the English language written all over it. There was also a picture if a man with his hair back in the profile picture and glasses.

"Jack Johnson, 24 years old, blue eyes, black hair, 6'2" weighs about 210lbs." The man read it aloud. This had to be him, but where was everyone else and why was he dumped in a warehouse without any other context? This wasn't some sort of prank, otherwise this would be a dangerous one. One that Jack wouldn't ever respond cordially too.

He walked over to the Russian on his side and beant over after gathering a set of everything. The wallet had at least a thousand dollars in it. Maybe this was serious business?

"Hey buddy, wake up." Jack said to the other man. He stirred and fluttered open his eyes.

"Ugh..." The Russian replied with his accent somewhat light. "You don't have to touch..." He added with a hint of bitterness to his response. He stood up and wiped the dust off of his clothes. "Where are we?" He asked with a frown. It almost seemed like deja vu to Jack again; even though, he had just went through the same process awhile ago.

He tried to remember, but nothing was coming to mind.

"I don't know where we are." Jack said subtly, "but for now we should at least know who we are." He added with a shrug ignoring the man's request to not touch him. The Russian walked over to the table with a heavy yawn, and slumped across it.

"This is not funny." The Russian said. He picked up the identification card written in Russian. "My name is not Gusto Demetri." He cursed in Russian a few times and then called down. Jack was astonished to see that his English was good. "What is that language?" Jack said with a frown, he didn't want to offend Gusto in any way, but he couldn't remember what the language was exactly. Everything was slowly coming back to him (except for his past life).

"It's Russian. So now what do we do?" Gusto asked.

"I have no clue, but we can find out where we live and maybe explore this area?" It was a suggestion, but it was a good start to their beginning: time that was forgotten will not come back to you with a cherry on top. It will take a long time to repair what was lost and if they can't figure out what happened to them or who they were in the past then they could forget about it...

The time forgotten. Day One of lost memories.

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This is an inspired prompt by GravityMay and I thank them a lot for giving me this inspiration to write. Even though it's a slow chapter to get things into gear. I wanted to get back to writing and I thought that maybe I could start with a simple short action story. :)

This is the prompt where a protagonist and an antagonist wake up in an warehouse without any memory of who they were (I can't remember what # it was, but I'll look for it!) Anyways, I hope you enjoy!