That probably wasn't a very good idea.

Remember, Part 1

Pain, sharp, searing pain.

The cold pain rushed through Sunny's head, a terrible migraine settling in his head as he stood in the front yard of him home. His home? It wasn't his, not anymore, was it? He looked around, but he saw nothing, like a foggy memory where you can only focus on a certain thing. Everything else was... gone, desolate flower fields, the only thing left was the house and its fence, and the woods behind it. Sunny felt dazed, blind, and confused. He stood still for a moment, staring at the house before slowly walking forward, he wasn't scared, just, confused, the house felt off, like not everything was there, details obscured, like a reconstruction of that house from memory, it was the house, but not really.

The boy squeezed the unlocked doorknob and turned it, opening up the door to a dark, barren interior, no light shining through the windows. The windows? Where were they? There should've been some in this room. Where were they? Sunny looked around. Was his mind playing tricks on him?

The living room was empty, only a stained carpet left with packed cardboard boxes littering the edges of the floors. The dining room and kitchen were much the same, dark, which should've been impossible, there were supposed to be windows on these walls, the outside had windows, where were they?

Sunny passed the first floor and entered the corridor where the stairs were, the entire downstairs part of that corridor completely featureless, Sunny couldn't remember what was supposed to be here. All that was left was boxes. He walked up the ling set of stairs, a bead of sweat trailing into his right eye, although there was nothing where the eye should've been, just a spot of smoothed over flesh. It spilled onto his vest.

The boy walked into the bathroom once upstairs, the dimly lit bathroom only being light enough for the boy to look at the floor and mirror. The floor was not the one of his him. It was the floor of Basil's bathroom. When he looked into the mirror, all he could see was a black mass where he should've been. This house was not right. But Sunny now felt nothing. He walked out of the bathroom. Turning around, he'd only find that the bathroom doorway disappeared once he stepped out. The door to mom's room was gone too.

Sunny walked into his room and found it exactly how he remembered, his bed, his boxes, his computer, his dark. It was lovely. The boy walked over and took a seat atop the matress he had spent 4 years in. It smelt awful. It hadn't been washed in 3 years. homey. The boy laid on his side atop the blankets of that most familiar bed, staring out to his dark and empty room. He felt nothing.

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KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK

loud knocking sounded out from the front door after 5 minutes of laying, and the knocking continued every second after 5 more minutes of laying, an unbroken chain of knocks sounding out throughout the silent house. Sunny stood up from the comfortable bed and walked out from the room, the bathroom door, and the door to mom's room still gone as the boy walked back downstairs, passing through the impossibly dark home until he got to the frontdoor. He stared at the front door motionlessly for a moment. The knocking had stopped, and there was no sign of life on the other side of that door.

"H-llo? Hel-? SU-NY? Are y-- th-re?"

A voice sounded out from behind the front door, it was familiar, the voice of someone Sunny could trust, could confine in, a friend, and yet, it was mangled, unrecognizable, like the voice had been run through a paper shredder. The boy grabbed the doorknob and twisted it, opening up the door, and there was no one there, nothing. He stepped outside for a moment, looking around. The sky had dimmed from when he was first there, and the yard had changed just slightly.