Silenced

Speechless

I awoke in such pain that it made me want to cry. My head hurt so bad, so I didn't make any attempt to move. If I was unconscious then I couldn't be hurt. A hand touched me and caused me to flinch.

"Oh, he's awake!" A very British voice came. But none of the Brits on the Skeld worked in the medbay. Unless you count Scott, but he was technically Scottish. I forced my eyes to open, everything screaming at me to go back to sleep. To drop down under.

"How are you feeling?" A half devil person asked. I opened his mouth to respond but nothing came out. I was confused for a moment and tried again. But once again no sound came out. My heart rate accelerated, the machine beeping faster as I forced myself to sit up and get light headed.

"Easy Dakotaz. Take it easy," an enderman hybrid said. It took me way too long to figure out who they were and where I was. I remained on alert the best I could though, my mind screamed at me to say something.

But no matter how hard I tried to speak, no noise came out. Like my voice had just been taken away. That was the main reason I went into even more of a panic, if I couldn't speak what was I supposed to do?

"Easy mate," a man with wings said. Of course I recognized him. But still, I couldn't speak. I had no way to do anything it felt. I wanted to cry, I wanted to know where my crew was. I looked around the medbay.

"DK, they aren't here," George said. I stared at him like he had grown a second head, my crew had to be here. They had to be. They wouldn't have left me. My head hurt so bad that I touched it and flinched away. Clearly I had stitches there. "Bad, go get Dream and Sapnap," he ordered. I watched as he left, I continued to look around the room mainly.

"Mate, I think he's confused. Do you know what happened?" Philza asked, causing my attention to snap to him. My ADHD brain didn't want to focus but I made it, if they were talking about my crew I needed to know everything. I locked eyes with Philza, thinking.

I remembered my crew, clearly I did. I remembered Mira. The airship, submerged. My best friend. I remembered my partner, all the missions. But I don't remember exactly how I got here, or what was the last mission I went on.

I remembered the missions against Cib, me and Steve almost dying. But those were years ago. Most recent mission I remembered was me, Steve, Koji, and Ellum. Finding something on Polus, but I also remembered us getting back successfully.

I shook my head, continuing to stare at Philza before looking over to Ranboo. The door opened and Bad walked in with Sapnap and Dream following. I knew them pretty well, having worked with them during a mission with Mira, but not well enough to be comfortable with them.

"He doesn't remember. George, contact Mira, see what details you can get from Toast and Peter. DK, we will explain everything very soon," he said to me, but I wanted to know what had happened now, not that I could say that.

It frustrated me so much that I couldn't talk. I had so many questions and I watched as everyone left so it was only me and the dream team. I shifted my weight, at least on Mira I would be with people I knew better. I hated the fact that they kept glancing at me, talking so I couldn't hear. I wanted to scream.

Finally Dream walked over to me, he was tall and he wore a mask. Kinda like what Corpse did but that was only because of a scar. 5up hid his face due to burn marks. But Dream did it just because.

"DK, I hear you can't speak," he said. I glared at him, not happy about the fact already, much less others saying it. "George is going to check you over and see if he can tell the cause," obviously I didn't respond verbally but I nodded.

Why couldn't I remember what had happened to me?!

My brain felt like it had been zapped. Without speaking there was almost zero way for me to cast a spell, maybe a reversal spell over something is what I needed? Whatever it was, was not gonna happen very soon

Dream and Sapnap left, leaving me with the brunette. I ignored as he checked me over, forcing it to scan. But the systems didn't pick anything up, what the hell had happened to me?

"Well that is weird," George said. I frowned, pissed off that we didn't know why I couldn't talk. He sighed and turned to face me, handing me a notebook and a pencil. He didn't bother to explain why to me, clearly I already knew. A pig hybrid came in and George looked over. "Techno, can you take DK to one of the extra rooms here?" Techno didn't respond, instead he just nodded and signaled me to follow. I sighed, surprised that no noise came out. Don't judge me.

I followed, but I didn't focus. I had been here before so I knew I wouldn't get lost, as long as I remembered the number on the door. I walked in and shut it, not feeling up to being around people. Usually when I felt like this I had Scott or Steve next to me. I sat on the floor, not caring if there was a bed.

I was bored and played with some simple light magic I could conjure with my fingers-magic! Of course, magic had to have done this. Technology was so unreliable when detecting a spell, so that had to be what was wrong with me. But I can never remember spells, and my head was still pounding.

There was no way that this wasn't recent. I had never felt so tired unless I cast a spell that was difficult. What spell? Holy shit, I know what spell I used...