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cherrychapstick54 · 3 months ago

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Amnesia Was Her Name

Chapter Six: North

Title from “Amnesia Was Her Name” by Lemon Demon

Synopsis: Tommy finally goes home, but meets someone new along the way. She’s nice and all, but…she’s also kinda a bitch…

This chapter was written by @genderlessbleach and edited by me.

Trigger warnings: Suicidal ideations, mentions of gore/blood, attempting suicide, and asking to be murdered

Tommy finally feels himself snap back into reality, but still feels as if he was unconscious, as he was earlier, and he forces himself out of the bed he doesn’t remember making. Though, he can’t remember much of anything so it doesn’t make a big difference anyway.

Tommy works his way slowly out of the poorly constructed shelter he made, trying to figure out where his home would be from his current spot. Knowing it would be generally north of where he was, he looks up at the sky, searching for the sun, easily finding which direction North was. Now all he needs is a boat. The Brit sighs at the realization, not wanting to do all of this work while in pain.

"Psst! Hey you, Blondie!" A voice had called out to Tommy, making the boy's head spin trying to figure out where the voice had come from. "In the tree dumbass!"

Tommy cranks his neck backward to look up at the feminine voice, nearly falling from the whiplash he feels. There is a young feminine person in the trees, wearing a long green dress with messy patchwork and sleeves that fall off their shoulders, a brown cloak that just covers their bare shoulders and head, and lastly, a mask with a '; )' engraved in it. The mask seems familiar, yet Tommy can’t tell if it’s in a good or bad way. The mask seems friendly enough. It even has small blush marks etched into it.

The girl drops down from the tree and seems to almost float onto the snowy floor of the tundra. The Brit takes a closer look at them. They have a belt snug around their waist to probably keep the items hanging off of it in check, and they have a satchel slung over their shoulder, but it doesn’t hold arrows. In fact, the quiver was empty.

"Tommy, right? I'm Drista! I'm the girl sent to your rescue. I'm gonna get your amnesia-having-ass out of this freezing place!" The way Drista speaks sounds young and happy, like if anything bad or traumatic was to happen to her, it would roll right off, like a raincoat. Tommy finds that strange. Anyone can experience bad situations–surely she has at some point in her life–but something about her vibrant voice and eccentric body language makes it seem like she may not even be alive. Tommy shakes his head at the idea. He has no reason to assume that this person isn’t just happy–but really, who’s that happy??

"How do you know my name?" Tommy questions the young girl.

"Red and white shirt and messy blond hair, everyone knows your name!" The girl states, as if it was obvious. Tommy just stares at her in disbelief. How did everyone know who he is? What has he done that made everyone know him? "When you could remember shit, you were the star of the whole SMP, y’know." Tommy just blinks in disbelief. Is she reading his mind? "Yeah, so what?"

Tommy’s eyes widen and he screams out, "WHAT THE FUCK?!" The girl just laughs at him, far more than amused by Tommy’s reaction. “You can’t just fuckin’ say that shit!”

“Sorry man, but you're so confused, it’s actually kind of funny.” The girl giggles at him, “But, what do you need, Blondie?”

“I need to get back home and to know who I fucking am.” Tommy pauses for a moment before turning to face the girl. “But, if you really want to help, I think it would be easier for the both of us if you just killed me.” He looks at her, his blue eyes riddled with exhaustion and sadness, dark bags underneath them, showing proof of his lack of quality sleep recently. Drista actually feels a little bad for the kid. He’s already been through a lot for being a teenager. “If you could just put me out of this hell, please. I don’t even know how I got here, but I’m like 90% sure that it was not by my own means; I don’t think I’m supposed to be alive right now. So, just fix it, please?”

The girl only looks at him in disappointment and sadness. “Tommy, this is your second chance at life. I’m here to guide you, not kill you.” The girl floats upwards into the sky, taking a look at their surroundings. “Do you want to do this the easy way or the hard way?”

The girl floats elegantly, her dress floating around her, revealing some pants with more items stuffed in the pockets. This girl is clearly some type of deity, but she doesn’t seem to be as mature as one would think an all powerful being would be. She seems more relaxed and like she’s just here to have fun and mess around. Wait, Tommy just yelled at a Deity. Oh shit, he’s actually fucked.

“The easy way, kill me.” He sticks to his word, which seems to annoy the goddess.

“Tommy, Tommy, I don’t think you understand, you wanting me to kill you is the hard way. The easy way is me giving you a boat and moving the tide with you, but it appears you’d rather fight with me about this.” The young deity floats down so she’s able to look the Brit in the eyes. “So do you want the hard way or the easy way?”

The blond glares at her. “Kill me, fucking do it! I don’t want to live like this, so just do it, kill me! Put me out of my misery like a sick dog! Shoot me in the head, stab me in the gut, slit my neck! Please, do anything, please, please!” He’s crying–not a cry of grief, but rather a cry of anguish and greed. Drista thinks for a second that maybe she should just put the poor boy out of his misery, but she’ll be damned if she’s not someone who sticks to their word.

So, Drista still doesn’t kill him.

A small sigh falls from the girl's mouth; she isn’t giving in. “Tommy, I’m not killing you, but I will bring you back home, even if I have to drag you there myself.” She grabs the boy by his shirt collar and flies them up over the water, getting tired of his attempts at death. “So I’ll say it again, Tommy. Do you want the hard way or the easy way.”

The Brit is too stubborn to listen to her, struggling, trying to shake from her grip so he can at least die here, but the deity isn’t going to let that slide, lassoing him to her like he is some pig she decided to keep as a pet.

“Let me go!” Tommy screams at her, desperate to die in the moment. “Drop me! Kill me! I don’t deserve to live. Can you not fucking see, bitch! Let me die! For XD’s sake, kill me!” He’s screaming like he’s being murdered, when it’s entirely the opposite.

“My brother wouldn’t care. Quite frankly, he didn’t take a liking to you, Tommy. He much prefers the brunet mushroom boy to all of his people.” She speaks calmly, dragging the struggling boy over the vast freezing ocean. “So shut up, and let me save you for your mother’s sake.”

“I don’t have a mother, you fucking idiot!” Tommy is aware she most likely knows more than him, but he doesn’t remember having a mother, so he should be right compared to this prick who's dragging him by a rope over an ocean.

“Tommy, shut up or I’m knocking you out.” In Tommy’s mind, the girl seems to care about him, just not so much as a friend, but more so like she wants something from him, or maybe she was forced to help him from someone else. She doesn’t seem to actually want to help him. Whenever Tommy tries to ask for the sweet release of death, she just looks at him in pity and disappointment.

Tommy finds himself just screaming at the goddess, much to her dismay, so she hits him over the head and knocks him out.

-Timeset sunset-

Tommy wakes up in his bed, groaning from a raging headache. “What the fuck happened?”

“I knocked you out cause you were being an annoying bitch when I was doing you a favor.” a voice spoke from across the room, causing Tommy to scream. The girl only sighs at his stupidity and rolls her eyes. “I’ll say it again if you need me to, Tommy. I’m Drista and you have amnesia. We’ve already met, so please shut up for the sake of my ears.”

“Why would you do that!?” Tommy sputters out, shocked that that could even happen.

“Like I said, you were annoying me, so I shut you up by knocking you out!” The girl just smiles at him sweetly. “But that’s the least of our worries right now, m’kay? Let's just get you out of this shack and get to know each other!” The masked girl's energy quickly changes from serious to playful.

“Why should I? I don’t…” Tommy pauses, remembering the girl's entrance from earlier that day. “I barely know you.”

“I got you off that island. It’s the least you could do for lil’ ol’ me, Tommy.” The girl, Drista or was it Amnesia? flashes him a playful smile. “So come on! Let’s go!” The goddess grabs his arm firmly before flying them out of the house.

Tommy shrieks from being flown out of the house by the young girl. “YOU’RE FLYING TOO LOW!” He tries to pull himself up more, wrapping his arms around her in a panic so he doesn’t scrape up his knees more. “Not everyone is as short as you bitch!” The comment only causes the girl to get lower to the ground.

“Don’t insult my height, Blondie. I’m trying to have fun with you!” She flashes him a mischievous smile before launching them straight up into the air. The blond screams loudly from the sudden speed of her movements while she laughs at him. “I’m not going to drop you Tommy, don’t get your panties in a bunch!” She finds herself laughing more.

“Oi, you fuckin’ cunt, I’m not scared of you dropping me,” He looks down at the clouds, finding himself gripping a little harder onto her. “I was just shocked at how fast you fucking brought us up here, you little shit!” Tommy feels them lowering to the ground slowly.

“Fine, I’ll let you down–”

“That’s not what I–” He cuts himself off with a scream as they’re now rapidly falling.

“Gotcha, bitch!” The girl screams over him as she adjusts the way they’re flying so she can land them safely, or that’s what she thinks before they land on a poor bystander. “OH FUCK!” She drops Tommy and goes to check on the person they just hit. Tommy lies dazed on the floor by the other dazed person Drista is checking on. “Are you alright dude? I didn’t see you there!”

Tommy sits up to look at the person they hit. They’re rather weird looking with half-black and half-white skin and hair. The darker skin tone reminds Tommy of an enderman, along with the strangely shaped mouth and abnormally long limbs.

“I’m-I’m alright just uh confused, like…” The poor dude is shaking while trying to form a sentence. “Wh-Who are you, um, p-people?”

Drista speaks up for the both of them. “I’m Drista and this fuck is Tommy.”

“WHAT THE FUCK MAN?!” His screaming scares the other dude and causes Drista to burst out laughing.

The anxious boy speaks shakily, “I’m-I’m, um, Ran-Ranboo.”

“Well, Ranboo, you must be new around here cause I know everyone, and I’ve never heard of you!” Drista speaks confidently, standing up to help the other two up. Tommy, once stood up, stares upwards at Ranboo, just taking in his existence. Ranboo looks away from Tommy, avoiding eye contact. Tommy feels himself growing curious on who this new guy was, causing him to look over Ranboo’s entire body, looking at their belongings. Tommy notices a book Ranboo is holding close to his chest. It appears to be important to the tall man.

“What’s that?” the Brit asks as he points to the book.

Ranboo looks at the book, then at Tommy, speaking yet again with a shaking voice. “It’s, uh, my…well, diary? I just write important things in it, I guess…”

The taller person's words spark an idea in Tommy’s mind. A book he can write in. Maybe he can keep his own. If his memory ever gets worse, he can look back on it! With the new idea fresh in his head, Tommy runs home to go and make himself a book.

“D-Did I scare him?”

“Nah, he’s just an idiot.”

- Divider credits to @issysh3ll -

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cherrychapstick54 · 3 months ago

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Amnesia Was Her Name

Chapter Five: Meetings

Title from “Amnesia Was Her Name” by Lemon Demon

Synopsis: Tommy’s body is stuck in the realm of the gods and XD is NOT happy about it.

This chapter was written by @genderlessbleach and edited by me.

A voice boomed through the dark void, “KRISTIN WHERE ARE YOU?!” The goddess knew she was screwed right then and there, XD must have found out what she had done. Oh fuck, she knew one day her love for taking care of mortals was going to screw her over.

The tall goddess turned to the winged deity, "What’s troubling you, XD?"

“Why is there a child floating in and out of our realm?!” The formless being points with his many wings towards the floating unconscious teen.

“I am not quite sure XD; maybe try asking Drista?” Kristin knew exactly why the Brit was floating around their realm, but the raven winged goddess had no clue how to fix it.

“Kristin, you know exactly why he’s here, don’t you?” Other than the general frustration that XD had at the moment, his demonic side should not have been coming out so easily. It might be affected by the sudden addition to the void, meaning XD could be more connected to the anatomy of the world than they had originally thought. Kristin was admittedly a little scared to continue the conversation now that his demonic side was involved. But he would get even more upset if she kept playing dumb, so maybe trying to reason with him would work.

“I didn’t know this would happen, he was too young to just die XD! Haven’t you seen the state of their people and countries recently?”

“Whether he was too young or not doesn’t matter, you are the goddess of death. You know how reviving the dead without proper steps can interrupt the balance of this world! And you and I both know that the mortals will go on with their lives like they always do, regardless of the recent incident. Humans know how to forget about the dead better than anyone else, Kristin, I’m sure they’ll be fine; but we won’t be if you don’t fix this!”

“Again, I apologize for what I caused, but what do you expect me to do now? I’ve never done something like this in the thousands of years I’ve been alive!”

“Kristin! Take care of it! I don’t care what you have to do, even if you have to kill the damn kid.” The goddess nearly cried at the harsh words, her son didn’t deserve to die this young, the both of her children shouldn’t be dead!

The goddess stayed silent for a moment, choosing her words carefully, “I’ll do what I can, but I don’t think I will be able to reverse these changes.” She needed to see Phil. She’s no where near happy right now. But her fearfulness was easily replaced with anger, “You know deep down this is not all my fault. You need to control him XD, he’s dangerous.” The large woman walks away, the click of her heels echoing throughout the void.

“XD, why did you make Mumza mad?” The younger goddess looks up at her brother, picking one of his many eyes to look into, “One of her sons is dead, why don’t you just let Tommy stay alive?” XD stares down at her then just floats away, causing the girl to scoff at their pettiness.

-timeset ???-

The fighting between the gods seemed to have no effect on the half conscious boy, as he was just floating around. He hadn’t been thinking about anything in particular, in fact, he just kept staring into the distance, zoned out. Tommy knew that the people around him were talking about something related to death, a boy, and every now and then they got a bit more quiet than usual, but then there was one voice in particular that got very loud and distorted. At times, the distorted voice scared Tommy, but with the other two people there, he figured it was better than being alone in his dirt hut all the time.

When put together, the three voices were actually quite soothing to the boy. They almost sounded like a small family, at least, what he thought a family sounded like. Family’s fight with each other, right? That sounds familiar to Tommy, so it must be true.

The background noise helped him stay zoned out, making sure he could be comfortable where he was. Tommy felt like if he laid there long enough and if he didn’t move a muscle, he could stay there forever. That would be perfect. So, he stayed as still as he possibly could, and every now and then he had to remind himself to breathe properly because of how hard he was trying. Tommy thought it was working so far, considering the three people were still fighting, and Tommy still couldn’t feel his surroundings like the overworld. Hopefully, it could stay that way for him.

Drista on the other hand was more than concerned for the blonde. She had never seen her brother get so mad at a lost soul; usually the souls that passed through were pets or lost travelers going between realms. Drista liked the travelers, they kept her informed on what was happening in the worlds; she didn’t leave the void much, so it was nice to hear about what the creatures she would give fire and TNT to did other than blow shit up.

She never really found it important to keep a close watch on the beings, it made the stories much funnier to her; knowing she could have stopped the situation or made it worse. The beings weren’t very smart and it just made her job as the goddess of mischief much easier. The beings knew so little and yet cared so much about their societies that could all crumble down with a snap of her fingers.

The young goddess typically knew everything right away, but hearing about it from the poor mortals who just couldn’t do anything about it made it much more fun.

The fight over Tommy had not ended in a way Kristin had wished for, the glorified floating rings of body parts told her to kill her fucking son, of course she would be in a bad mood! No way was she killing off her son who she had just brought back from the dead, no fucking way. The winged goddess loved and cared for her children deeply, though never really being able to interact with them, other than accidentally making Wilbur think that fridge she possessed was his mom, she still tried to take care of her sons. They were her first living, breathing, and speaking creations, she couldn’t not do everything in her power to protect them. She huffed, pissed off at the faceless deity, leaving the void to go and see her beloved crow husband.

“Philza,” she called out to her quite a bit shorter husband of 5,038 years, “My love, where have you gone?” The tall woman searched around the mortal world for her husband; only to find him building in their deceased son's country, or lack thereof, "Phil? What are you doing, love?"

Philza looks up at the giant woman, speaking softly, "Bringing life back to what was destroyed."

Kristin smiles and gives him a kiss, "Let me help love."

- Divider credits to @issysh3ll -

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