#Everything Has A Memory

[cheesemenace]

Everything Has A Memory

Chapter 5 - Escape

Nausea intensified just as the need to leave did. 

        A few quick and stark movements. I somehow found the strength to tear and rip the wires away from my skin. Red overtook my vision but not from anger. Blood flowed down my body. The cherry colored substance weaved through and rippled over the shredded skin and tissue.

        As soon as I was disconnected from the chains the wires created my legs fumbled from underneath me. My body was clumsily lifted up. I staggered, my legs not being used to the weight and demand suddenly put on it. Swaying, I made my way to the door. My hand met the cold metal.

        Red, why is it red? 

        To mock me? 

        My vision started to blur white like the void once again.

        No, no, no. 

        I don’t want to know.

        I don’t need to know.

        I just want to leave.

        I need to leave.

        I need to leave. 

        I need to leave-

        My mind chanted, over and over again. I turned the handle while mouthing the words that I refused to speak out loud. Too much of my body's weight rested in my arms as it happened and I went tumbling to the ground. 

        Once again I pulled myself from the floor. Glancing around I noticed I was now placed in another room that seemed to be an observation deck. Buttons, switches, and other controls were placed against a console closest to the room I had previously escaped from. Adorned the wall was a dirty one way mirror. Ironic, I thought they were all about upkeeping the sterile atmosphere. 

        Dim light radiating through the mirror allowed me just enough visibility to see and enough darkness to mostly cure the headache and nausea that had taken over me. A large digital clock placed above the exit informed me that it was currently ten twenty at night. 

        One more glance at my former location allowed me to see many locks placed on the door. 

        My hand grazed over one of the locks. 

        Why are these all unlocked?

        Shit.

        White void once again. This time it was much less painful. 

        Quiet rustling and soft footsteps is all I heard.

        “Hurry up!” A loud voice boomed. 

        Nevermind.

        My hands- no, not my hands, someone else's- increased speed as they violently searched through a gray metal drawer. Loose papers, small devices, a stapler, paper clips, junk-  that’s what I would call it- filled the drawers domain. The right hand finally grasped a small lusterless metal object. 

        “Aha, I found it!” I- the person- exclaimed excitedly to themself.

        A key.

        They spoke again, “I’ll be right there just give me a minute!” 

        Legs carried us over to the door. I felt much lighter in this body than in my own, dammit to whatever medication they put into my body. I also failed to feel nauseous. Maybe I could get used to this whole vision thing.

        “I told you five times, get the hell over here! We can’t be here after ten; It’s not safe after that!”  A different voice from earlier. It sounded more feminine.

        “I’m coming, I’m coming,” repeated my own. Hands fumbled with the key trying to lock the mass amount of locks while their eyes glanced anywhere but the locks. Almost as if frightened something would jump at them through the bonds of existence. 

        The lights, which I hadn’t noticed until now had been bright as day, completely shut off. 

        The person pushed and shoved at the key as it refused to turn in the lock. 

        “Come on, please turn. Just one. Please, please, please.”

        Their fear screamed in my own head, It shot through my brain like a bullet. 

        The now warm silver key slipped through my- their- fingers and dropped to the ground. A soft yet sharp jingle rang out as it skipped across the floor.

        Half a second passed before the person started across the floor to the exit. 

        My consciousness sank through the floor. Once again surrounded by the harsh bleach white of the void.

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The protagonist is slowly gaining a bit more personality as the story goes on don't worry! Them not having a whole lot of thoughts on stuff other than confusion is important to the story. If you see any grammar, spelling, plot, or consistency mistakes let me know! I try my best to read it all over, but I do miss stuff. Also I suck with knowing when to use ,;: and such so if you are sensitive to reading those kinds of mistakes I am so sorry. Another thing is I don't have a schedule for posting and my life can get pretty busy so my posts will most likely be a lot at once and nothing for a while. 

You can find the rest of the chapters by looking at my masterlist linked in my pinned post or by checking out my story on quotev!

[keferon]

Empurata!Prowl tries to actually communicate for the first time

What if he wants to say something but he can’t. What if he has no voice to speak, no face to emote, no hands to write. What if every attempt to communicate a message is essentially a puzzle of wit and creativity and yet, the first thing he goes through all these troubles for. Is to say “I love you”?

Don’t ask me how did they get in this room. I have no idea. They escaped the battlefield somehow haha

Next->

[valictini]

I’ve already said it, I’ll say it again, Mal du Pays is such a visceral and clever word to describe Siffrin’s Sadness. When I first saw it in game it genuinely made me pause like. Yes, it translates to homesickness. But it has the literal word for country in it. “Country sickness”. For a guy whose core problem is that his childhood, his culture, his country is missing. One could argue it’s a twisted pun. I’m obsessed with it.

[rika-mortis]

Headcanon: Deep down they both want to be their fairy godparent/godkid again after losing them, but don't believe they deserve each other and feel like they aren't worthy to be their companion anymore

They both need counseling and therapy as a whole package

[noxcheshire]

I am sick, dizzy, and can barely think but you know what would be WILD?

If the DC universe was an echo of Danny’s world. What if the continents of their planet shifted enough where Amity is now in New Jersey and had then become Gotham.

And when Danny died underneath the portal a part of his death fractured and imprinted itself into those various worlds. One of them being Gotham, where Danny’s home ironically used to be where Wayne Manor used to be.

So just imagine it, you’re coming back from patrol, grimy, sweaty, and with questionable intentions by dressing as an overgrown bat when suddenly the lights dim. It dims and brings darkness, only enough light to catch the beady marble eyes of the bats you fear.

And then electricity jumps in the middle of the room, flinging itself around like an agitated snake in wide open circles.

Everyone is backing away, some weary, some cursing, some just half way out of their own suit.

And then a child — barely as old as your youngest now, flickers to life before you, screaming and screaming, wailing in pain as the scent of burning flesh mingles into the air. You can see the boy, black hair and blue eyes that underneath the bright light that burns them is causing black to turn white, and blue to turn green.

The electricity crackles and when the boy is about the drop, limp, certainly lifeless, he vanishes as if nothing had ever been there.

But he comes back, he always comes back, in the moment of calm and in the moment of despair, echoing that painful wailing of death.

It’s so wrong.

It’s very, very wrong.

It didn’t even matter anymore why the boy showed up, only that this moment of pain continues to haunt the cave of heroes.

Continuously haunting, even as some whispered apologizes when the boy appeared. Continuously haunting, even as some provided songs of comfort when the boy appeared. Continuously haunting, even as stories of Gotham are told and promises (though uncertain and flimsy at best) are spoken to the wailing boy who always drops fast and disappears just as quickly.

Always, it was the same.

Until one day it wasn’t.

The electricity crackled like it always did. A spark, and then a calamity of light. And the boy would be there, uncurling himself into a tense position as he would wail.

But not this time.

Instead the boy curled himself in the air, calm as can be, almost as if he were sleeping. Even the electricity that they have learned to dance away from was calm, gentle, like ocean waves.

And when the electricity vanished, the boy did not, instead dropping to the floor where Dick was quick to catch him, grunting in preparation of weight only to show alarm at how thin the boy truly was.

On that face that has haunted them all for months is just a boy, sleeping, and scarred. A boy breathing very slow, slower than what they would like, but here in the physical realm with them.

Dick brushed back bangs of black hair, and slowly, ever so slowly, glazed blue eyes stared back.

[swiggity-swexual-i-am-asexual]

As per usual, it’s DP crossover with (probably) DC, although you could probably adjust it for other fandoms

ANYWAYS

A little kid and his mother are trick or treating in another city, perhaps at some kind of event rather than knocking on doors, and the kid is dressed as Phantom. It’s very adorable, with his little ghost-shaped bucket and clearly homemade and already stained costume—listen, white only works if you can just fly over street grime or phase it out of your clothes—and his slightly I’ll fitting wig. The kid is SO happy to be out and about dressed as his favorite, and maybe even showed it off to Phantom back in Amity Park before his family left.

The hero, insert whoever you wish here, is probably in civvies and just enjoying the event. The kid, meanwhile, is so glad when people ask who he is so he can explain, and so- the hero gets to hear ALL ABOUT the local town hero who is probably pretty small time despite the kid’s clearly exaggerated stories. The hero certainly never heard of him, but the kid’s mom confirms that Phantom really was the town hero, despite some mixed reviews of the poor guy.

“Did you manage to show him your costume?” the hero asks.

“Yeah! We went down to the cemetery to leave flowers and I got to show him my costume.”

Wait. Cemetery? Maybe it was part of theme, because Phantom had to be named that for a reason, but… it sounded like…

The kid ignores the suddenly VERY still hero and instead turns to his mom. “Momma, do you think we should bring him candy? He doesn’t get to trick or treat like we do, and I can work super hard to get him a bunch!”

The kid’s mom just smiles. “We could, but maybe we should bring him something homemade. I bet he’d like something more filling, teen boys like him have a hollow leg.”

The kid wrinkles his nose. “Like Vernie with the pizza bagels?”

“Like your cousin, yes. We can make some cinnamon rolls and take them to his memorial, maybe bring some of the apples from your grandpa’s garden…”

The hero is pretty much forgotten as the two-part family wanders off, not quite intentionally forgetting the hero is there so much as the hero somewhat accidentally ended the conversation when they just froze and didn’t ask anything further.

Not that the hero didn’t want to. But they’d learn something very serious.

One—there was a small town hero they’d never heard of. Two—that hero was apparently a teen. Third—most pressingly, the teen hero was both beloved enough to have kids dressing up as him and dead enough to have a grave.

This… might require some phone calls.

[soggedupfrog]

Homestuck kid designs in 2024

[divineandmajesticinone]

4 MINUTES (2024) I EP. 6 & EP. 7 "You're still afraid of dogs."

[egophiliac]

heeey guess what, I'm obsessed with this idiot flamingo now

[14dayswithyou]

Hi, Howdy! Hey! I really love your novel!! I got a little confused by the 4 day, may maybe you help me please? who is it? why we got the bad end staying the night in Ren’s apartment and he disappear of the home screen? I can’t understand “unset memory” game, sorry if I wrote smth wrong or smth sounds rude, I swear that I didn’t mean it if happened, I’m really a fan of the novel, I’ve been playing the game since day 1 or 2 I guess, probably day 1, english isn’t my first language, but I tried lol

⌞♥⌝ I hope you don't mind me answering these as bullet points!! ^^

"It" will be revealed later in the game! So I won't reveal too much right now.

You can only get the Dead End in Day 4 by staying at Ren's apartment — the rest of your choices before that don't matter. I'd also pay closer attention to the black smoke and Ren's reaction towards it!

Ren disappears from the home screen because he promised to help the player out (and stop them from getting the Dead End again). Try replaying the game again from the beginning for a surprise!

"Unsent Memories" was another visual novel (initially being written by @10chimes / @unsentmemory, though the project has since been dropped and handed back to me /pos) and is set in the same universe as 14 Days With You. Its storyline and characters are completely separate from 14DWY, so you don't have to worry about them while playing 14DWY.

[cheesemenace]

Everything Has A Memory

Chapter 3 - How

Silence was all I heard at first. Then soft voices from people speaking to each other. I could only process a few words.

        “What… experiment…” 

        I was strapped to a table.

        “Interesting that… found…” 

        It was so cold.

        “Imagine if… could…”

        So restricting… 

        The thick blanket of confusion lifted.

        Oh god.

        The creak of a door from my left silenced the voices around me. Three footsteps. Pause. Then a commanding voice spoke.

        “Have you been doing nothing this whole time? Get to work.” 

        A chorus of “Yes Sir” and “Apologies Sir” sounded from the beings around my constricted self. The man I assumed was one of the higher ups that was conducting the experiment on me. Curiosity overpowered my will to fight back so I lay perfectly still. 

        “What do you plan to do with it?”

        Who were they talking about?

        “We plan to test the limits of its power,” A few light clicks from a computer mouse. “From the data that has been collected and analyzed we created a peaceful environment to project into its mind. If we do that hypothetically we should be able to keep it calm as we conduct the tests.”

        Were they talking about me- A needle was pushed through the skin of my forearm. Ouch. I tried my best to not make a sound of surprise. So this is what the person meant when they said get to work. I was so distracted by the conversation I didn’t realize the figures were still around me. This time completely silent. They didn’t need to verbally communicate… Have they done this before?

        “-He doesn’t understand how much of an advancement we could make with this!” The outburst snapped my attention back to the two scientists who had been conversing. I really need to stop losing focus, it’s getting ridiculous.

        “He does understand, but it’s a danger to everyone! It could change lives!”

        One of the figures pulled an eyelid open one at a time to inspect the state of my eyes. Her face was adorned with white doctor's mask and her dark hair was pulled back into a bun. I couldn’t see her eyes well through the harsh glare light held on her glasses. She had lovely bronze skin, which I imagined was even more beautiful in natural light- Focus. I need to focus.

        “That’s what I mean, it could change lives!”

        “Not in that way. It could really hurt people, Colt. You don’t understand the danger of the situation. If this doesn’t go properly everyone here could get hurt. You could get hurt.” They sounded exasperated. “Please don’t do this.”

        At this point I lost track of how many things have been stuck to or stuck in my skin. I stopped paying attention, it was too distracting. 

        “Ian-” Colt was stopped short.

        “Don’t. Just don’t.” I could hear Ian move to where I remembered the door to be. “Do what you want, but don’t pin this on me if it goes wrong. I’ll talk to you later.” 

        The door opened and shut. The seemingly soundproof walls and door muted the sound of him walking away. 

        Poor Colt. Wait what? He’s the one trying to experiment on me! I need to stop losing focus- 

        The wire ripped through the skin on my hand. Blood flowed through the new tube, some escaping from the wound to drip and stain my skin. 

        Oh. 

        That’s why I was here.

        White consumed my vision. My body fell through the void once again. 

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[matenr0u]

Very normal about this Belle/Beast parallel in particular:

I came to fight for Belle.

And though I am on my own, I will fight.

I won’t leave without her.

That’s why I’m here.

[fascinationstreetmp3]

personally i think they can do 70s/80s devil's minion while keeping it so that modern dm still needs a ton of development to Work, because they both have to navigate their feelings now even if daniel gets his memories back. there's the layers of betrayal and resentment they both feel; the fact that they've been apart for decades and have gone through life since then being shaped separately; the circumstances of daniel's turning— theyre all things they still have to work through, with or without an extended history between them.

for daniel, just because he might remember what he felt back then, it doesn't mean he automatically feels the same because of it now. maybe it could even be that he doesn't remember everything all at once; only the cat and mouse game at the beginning of their relationship, or the hopelessness and ruin at the end of it, or the addiction, and for a long time that's all he can remember. maybe he remembers it all but he can't connect what he felt then to what he feels now. it doesn't have to be a switch that flips and suddenly brings back all his old feelings and erases everything else.

for armand, there's an aspect to it that he has to come to love this more experienced version of the boy he once knew, one who is extremely sharp and much better at seeing right through him, one who is not dependant on him or his blood, one who has utterly dismantled everything he was clinging onto for decades, and, now armand's turned daniel, one he can't read the mind of like he used to. even if some things have stayed the same, their entire dynamic has shifted from what was once familiar.

so, even though past dm could be an easy way to go "they were in love once so of course they'll fall in love again", i don't think that's what would happen. in my opinion them having a history would add to their present dynamic but things are so different now it's pretty much brand new territory for them going forward.

[autumnwhistles]

(note: this is purely from a character perspective, not a comment on CCs.)

grian and scar have now both been in opposite positions to the original 'cactus ring', and it's so interesting to compare their attitudes to sacrifice on both ends. whether or not scar threw the fight in the cactus ring, he did offer for grian to kill him before it began. grian declined this, but was clearly fighting with the intention to win during the fight itself – he's giving scar a chance, but not sacrificing.

in secret life, scar's on the other end of things. he's fighting another winner – who herself has been sacrificed for previously – and, like grian, is going into what he assumes to be a fair fight... but which is in his favour due to the others' willingness to sacrifice themselves for him. this is a common pattern for winners: in whichever order, they take the win once, and are once willing to sacrifice themselves to let another take it.

cut to wild life.

this time, it's grian in the final two once more, yet again against an – albeit more distant – ally. he's got a win under his belt already, so you might expect him to do what pearl did, what scott did, right? sacrifice their chance at glory to let another taste it for the first time.

and yet:

"I'm going to have to kill Joel"

"Can I win this? I worked so hard on this series, I'd love to win it!"

because here's an important thing about life series!grian: though he's willing to even the playing field, he's not willing to sacrifice – not when it matters. pledge your loyalty to right a wrong, yes; give lives to gain allies hours, yes; refuse others' sacrifices to fight on fair terms, yes. but in the end, no matter how much he wants to stick with friends, no matter how bad he feels about it, no matter how may "i'm so sorry"s he gives – he will put his own life first, in the end.

there's a reason he's the reason for so many of his allies' deaths, after all. and in its contrast, the wild life finale showcases this beautifully.

(and for the record, i don't see anything wrong with this from an out-of-univere perspective – it's been 5 seasons and 3.5 years since Grian's last win, and even if it hadn't been, it's the CCs place to judge fairness, not ours.)

[s0fter-sin]

saw a tweet about mer!ghost being rescued from roba by price and placed in his rehab facility that soap lives in after a boat propeller injured his tail and now i’m obsessed with the idea that ghost thinks he's traded one hell for another and when he sees the beached shark mer with a human device strapped to his tail, it's all but confirmed for him

the pens they’re in are poorly designed; they’re huge, deep with glass walls but completely open to each other and it takes nothing to pull himself over the edge into the the other mer's cage. he swims over to the platform he’s trapped on and hushes what he thinks is panicked warnings and fearful pleading. he covers his mouth and begs him to stay quiet; ghost is bigger and as an injured mer, he has every right to fear he'd take his territory if not eat him outright but he can’t escape and leave this mer behind to endure his fate

he promises he won't hurt him, promises he'll find a way to free them both from this human prison

the mer quiets, eyes narrowing in such human confusion that it makes him ache; this mer has been here too long, to have adopted their mannerisms and abandoned any hope of freedom

ghost quickly checks their surroundings, ensuring none of their jailers heard the mer's noises. no one disturbs them and he pulls the mer off the platform into the water, diving under his tail to get a better look at the trap. the mer tries to pull away, tries to get him to stop; it must hurt something awful if even freedom isn't enough of a temptation to try removing it

ghost winds his own tail around him, immobilising the mer and uses his teeth to tear through the trap and his heart breaks to see how his poor tail has been mangled; more than half of it gone, deep scarring left in its wake

he releases the mer and jets back to the surface; he’s wasted too much time, they need to hurry before the humans return. but when he looks to coax the mer through an escape, he sees him sinking to the floor like a stone, writhing and moving his arms in an attempt to swim but nothing stops his fall

ghost ducks back down and takes the mer in his arms-

only to rear back when he claws him away, baring his fangs in a threat display even as he sinks back to the floor, unmoving

ghost circles him, confused why he won't let him help when he sees him start to suffocate. he's a shark mer; if he doesn't swim, he can't breathe

and with only half a tail, he can't swim at all

ghost tries again but the mer won’t let him close so he waits for his eyes to begin to flutter and charges in, grabbing the mer out of reach of his claws and fangs and drags him through the water; forcing precious oxygen into his gills

he swims in circles until the mer comes to, sluggishly clawing at his arms but he refuses to let go. he won't leave this mer behind, even if he has to carry him through the ocean for the rest of their lives

but they took too long

a human enters and sees ghost holding the injured mer and hits something that makes the walls screech, red flashing from the ceiling, and even more human come charging in. ghost clutches the injured mer to his chest and hisses, saliva flying from his bared fangs

he won't let them hurt him any more

he spins, trying to keep them all in his sight- when the shark mer's fin slaps him in the face. his arms slacken around him and he throws himself at one of the walls of the cage, gripping it to hold himself up

ghost stares at him, betrayed and enraged; they've broken this poor mer until he doesn't even know who his true allies are anymore

his tail thumps against the wall, instinctively trying to swim and support his weight and one of the humans drops to one knee. he throws an arm out, barking something and another human takes off running

he turns back to the injured mer, grabbing hold of his arm and ghost hisses again, rushing them both when the mer snarls at him to stop and he freezes. he watches the mer hold his arms up and the human clasps his forearms and stands, walking him along the border of his cage back to the platform he'd been beached on

but he chirps as the human tugs him up on it, curling up with the end of his tail just barely dipping in the water

like he's happy

the wailing and flashing lights abruptly stop and ghost fights the urge to shake the echoing ring from his ears. the other human returns and he doesn't fight the hiss when he sees another trap in his arms; the same one the mer had around his tail

ghost's hiss cuts off when he gets a face full of water and he splutters, looking back incredulously at the shark mer who'd just splashed him

he laughs at whatever look is on his face and rolls his eyes in another painfully human gesture. he reaches for the trap, fingers flexing like he's trying to pull it right out of the air and the human shakes his head as he hands it over

the mer lifts his tail onto the platform and ghost can't believe his eyes when he fits the trap onto himself; tightening every strap until the muscles of his tail bulge under the pressure. the mer slumps like he's relieved and shoots him a look; daring and almost playful and winks as he throws himself into the water

ghost lunges for him, waiting for him to sink again-

but he's not sinking

he's swimming

he twirls and spins around him like an overgrown dolphin, flaunting his strength and agility and the humans around them laugh and shake their heads at the display like they’re used to it and ghost realises it isn't a trap on his tail

it is his tail

the humans gave him a new tail

the mer flicks to a stop in front of him, now easily supporting his weight and gives him a full-fanged grin

"you're a little tangled up inside, huh, big boy?"

[megamindsupremacy]

I need to marinate more thoughts for this but. okay so gravity falls au. partially inspired by this. fiddleford has the memory gun and he's This Close to using it on himself to erase what he saw in the portal. he pauses. he thinks, just because I forget doesn't mean stanford will stop building the portal. he thinks it's all or nothing. he goes to stanford's shack in the woods. he sneaks in through the side door and sees stanford sleeping on the couch. it's dark outside. the lights are out. fiddleford can barely make out the shape of his former-friend's body. fiddleford looks at Stanford one last time. he types into the memory gun, Stanford Pines. he points the gun. half a second before he fires, Stanford stirs, as if sensing the danger he is in. he manages to get out "who-" before fiddleford, panicking, pulls the trigger before he can chicken out completely.

stanley wakes up on a couch he doesn't remember falling asleep in, with a terrified looking man standing over him, holding a glowing gun, and thinks this is one hell of a situation i've gotten myself into