Those that are forgotten

Sans

The next several months was a blur to him, as he puled himself together and realized.. he was missing most of his memories. He couldn't even remember his name, or the faces of his family.. and he knew he and family just... everything was just gone.

He'd left the labs in clothing stolen from a locker, still too big for him but better then nothing.

He was in a constant state of agony, barely able to function and constantly exhausted for no reason.

They'd woken up in random places too many times, having a hard time to not just sleep.

Was it because most of himself was in the void?

This he knew, even if his memory was Swiss cheese.

The Bloom had survived, but it was putting a lot of stress on his now much too fragile body as while out of stripes this body would still be considered a child.

When he'd finally arrived at his home eh barely remembered, eh was shocked when everyopne in teh town greeted him and that his house was now in.. his new name?

"Comic Sans?" he said in disbelief.

Sure he was still a Font as a name, but Comic?

Still... he had things to do, the bloom would release his child soon and he needed clothing that fit his new body.

And a job... can't forget that.

After all, he'd realized no one remembered G____r.