((Y/N POV))
When I got back home, my leg was practically on fire. It should've healed by now because of the code's self-healing business, but for some reason, it just wouldn't. Odd... I'll just find that back door in the taffy swamp tomorrow, but I need to rest up and hope this heals for now.
"Wait... back door in the taffy swamp? To what?" My brain fogged up, like I was trying to remember something but couldn't. "Something about code... Is there a coding thing in the taffy swamp? That's a weird place to put something that important... Can avatars even access their code?"
The more I spoke aloud, the more intense that brain fog got to the point that it almost pushed on the back of my eyes. "Alright, alright, the hint was taken. Stop talking about the magical thing in the taffy swamp." Now I just have a migraine. San-fran-tastic. Thanks a lot. "Good night, mystical memory-blocking fog... You're never going to leave me the hell alone., are you?" No response, just a bad migraine.
I change into nightclothes (an oddly stained nightshirt and some salmon-coloured pyjama pants) and crawl into bed. "Something's missing... I can feel it.."
That was the last thing I remember saying before I ended up in the candy forest behind my house. I was with someone. I know I was with someone. Why can't I remember his face? I know he was here... He was always here... But now... Now...? Wait. We're lost?
"That's not the same log. It can't be. It's not." He was panicking. It should've been right there, but it wasn't. Were we even in the right part of the swamp? Who's to say? What were we looking for? It was that... Um... Wait. I can't remember. I should just ask him what it is.
"C'mon, yes, it is. Look, I've put a notch in it." I pointed to a little scratch on the single-striped candy cane log. Wait, no. That's not what I wanted to say! I turned away from my companion to think, but he moved first. Seeing the poor guy hyperventilating into a jawbreaker, I knelt beside him. "Just breathe, okay? We'll find the door."
"You swear you won't just go home?"
"I swear. On my life, if I have to." Jokingly, I held up my right hand. Who is he? Why am I doing this? I can't control this, can I? It's just a dream, isn't it? It is!
"(Y/n), are you listening to me?"
"Huh? Oh, no, sorry shorty. I was just lost in thought. My bad."
"You know I hate when you call me that, right?"
"I know, I just love y- seeing your reactions to me calling you 'shorty.' Anyway, what's up?"
He sighed. That sounds familiar, Candy sighs at me like that all the t-
That feels too familiar to be a coincidence, but that's not King Candy. I know it isn't. Right?
"Whatever you just said, I'm going to need you to repeat, because I'm not listening to a word you're saying."
"That's not how this is supposed to go, (N/n)..."
Before I could even be slightly bewildered by that, I woke up in my bed in a cold sweat. "What the fudge was that?! Who was he?! I-" I cut myself off. Not even going to try to think about that right now. Absolutely not. On the bright side, my foot doesn't hurt anymore. Just call me Mr. Brightside, because I'm feeling just fine. "
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edit 1: 4/19/2023
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House of Memories (King Candy/Turbo x Male!Reader)
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