He's Forgotten.

Memories, Or Lies?

He couldn't quite remember how long he had been in here.  He knew it'd been more than a week, but that was about all.

 After Dream had found his writings, he'd passed out. Now he was left in a blank room. Again. God, he was tired of these.

 The only thing in the room was an extremely old bed, with frames that would probably break if he so much as breathed on them. Because of that, he'd been sitting in the corner, listening to the occasional noises from outside. 

 Of course, they wouldn't trust him, he'd figured, but why not just throw him out then? He would've preferred it to this terrible room.

Probably Dream's doing. He seemed like the type to leave people alone to go insane. Just had that energy, you know? 

He stopped thinking for just a moment. Just a moment of rest was all he'd gotten and all he would get.

Or so he thought. Obviously, he was wrong. When he opened his eyes, everything was distorted. He could just faintly make out a tree, with two people standing beside dozens of corpses. 

He walked closer to look, obviously curious, but one of them turned to look in his direction, so he hid behind the tree, peeking his head out just a little so he could see what was going on.

¨Oh? You're going to try to fight me? Heh. You know you'll never beat me, right? Just look at all your 'friends'!¨

 The darker one had spoken. His voice sounded like the voice that resided in his head, but younger somehow? 

The other one was extremely hard to make out, but sort of resembled Dream, but definitely younger looking. Was this some kind of memory or something?

Younger Dream didn't say anything and instead raised what Night thought was a bow to the darker one's head. Threateningly.

¨Well, if that's what you want, I suppose I can't blame you. You always were the idiot of the family.¨

 Family? They looked like they were about to kill each other for heaven's sake! How could they be family!?

 Suddenly, the landscape changed and was no longer blurry. The tree he'd been behind was now only a mere stump, the blood had dried, and there were a lot of graves nearby. The people also weren't there anymore.

 He felt around, to see if this was just an illusion or something else, like that memory, but it wasn't. Hadn't he been in a room only minutes ago? Obviously not. 

He looked around, trying to see if Dream was there, as he didn't want to go back to the room right now, or at all really. He'd prefer death. Or to go back to his headspace.

He saw a figure, sitting on the ground, with black-ish teardrops running down his face at an alarming rate. The figure's eyes were entirely blacked out, so it was impossible to tell if he was being looked at or not.

 Unfortunately though, before he could leave, go find freedom, the figure spoke, probably to him.

¨Sit down. I don't bite. I think.¨ 

He sat down next to the figure, who gave him a soft smile, probably supposed to be non-threatening. His intentions were unclear at the moment, but Night didn't trust him.

¨You were in pretty bad shape when I first saw you... Guess being stabbed can do that.¨ 

This was another person he'd forgotten, wasn't it? Also, he'd been stabbed? What?

¨I... Did I get stabbed? When?¨ 

The figure's smile turned into a frown. Oh, touchy subject. Oops.

¨We were trying to fight those stupid Stars, but... They were double-teaming you, it wasn't your fault.¨

 That didn't help explain anything in the slightest. 

¨What? What wasn't my fault?¨ 

The figure seemed to not want to say this. Definitely a touchy subject. 

¨One of your own attacked you. Stabbed you in the back, just about killed you. No idea how you're alive, after that. It's good you are, even though you can't really remember any of this.¨

                                                       ~Embodiment ~