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Y/n is a young man who lives with his mother and step-father. He's a hired hand for any job (that he's okay with) and strives to one day meet his real father. However, he's far from normal.
Loona is a Hellhound from... well, Hell, a...
Y/n's eyes widened in shock when he heard the voice. He recognized it. It was... his voice?
Y/n suddenly felt himself rise from the floor as it slowly changes from hard metal to green grass as everything else turns into a luscious green forest. Then something ripped the rope off of Y/n easily and the blonde fell to the grass with another grunt.
Y/n: "Ow..."
Y/n pushes himself up to his feet and shakes his head.
Y/n: "Uh, thanks for the help--WHOA!"
Y/n jumped back a bit when he saw his rescuer, seeing a tall figure in dark armor with a sword strapped to his back and a shield on his arm. His helmet made the knight look like he had horns, and Y/n felt a wave of fear wash over him.
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Y/n: "Wh-who are you?"
Knight: "Do not fret, Y/n. I wish to bring no harm to you. You may know me as the Black Knight, which many of your people of present day believe was only a mere legend or myth. But I was very real."
Y/n: "Th-the Black Knight? But... how? I don't understand. What's going on?! Why do you sound like me... but older?"
Black Knight: "I will try to explain as much as I can, Y/n. But before I do that, I must reveal something first."
Y/n raised a brow in confusion as the Black Knight drops his shield to the ground and raises his hands to his helmet. He firmly grabs it and pulls it off, surprising Y/n as the man before him revealed locks of golden hair and a pale face with rosey cheeks. One of his (E/C) eyes were dull with a long and deep scar through it, most presumably a wound from battle or even war.
Black Knight: "My name is Y/n Magne. It's nice to finally meet you, Y/n Morningstar."
Y/n looked up at the older man that looked like him. He was completely speechless at how this man shared the almost same exact name as him, and his looks. What was going on?
Black Knight: "I can see that you are confused. It's understandable. I was just as confused when the same happened to me. But I was much younger than you when I appeared to me. About my adolescent years."
Y/n: "I-I don't... understand. How do you look like me, but older? Why do you sound like me? Why do you have my name?!"
Black Knight: "I understand that you are confused, Helping Hand. If you let me explain--"
Y/n: "Helping Hand?"
Black Knight: "Hm? Oh, yes. Helping Hand is your alias here. Just like mine is Black Knight. There are many other Y/n's you have yet to meet, and they all have their own aliases to distinguish who is who. Helping Hand is yours."
Y/n: "There are... more Y/ns?"
Black Knight: "Indeed. We have much to discuss. But let us get comfortable. Come, follow me. I know a perfect place for us to talk about your heritage."
