Employed by the Big Shot

Memories

(In brackets are memories)

At this point, your floor is more clothes than floor. However, you have managed to remember a few outfits you've worn in front of him. While changing, the miniton hides itself under the covers. It's not much of a conversationalist, but you've been speaking to it like it is.

"You can come out now," You smile at its reemergence. "I'm gonna have to ask for you to stay here, since you weren't there for this. I'll be back soon, thanks for everything, sweet thing!" You wave.

Okay, so if your memory serves you right, you need champagne and glasses, your sketchbook, and a scary film. Once finished, you walk over to Spamton at his desk. When he looks at you, you silently hope the outfit is enough to jog his memory, but it doesn't seem that way.

"WhAT."

"Come watch this with me." You casually point at the TV.

"NO, I'M BUSY."

"I don't care if you are, you said you wanted to get your memories back too, so do as I ask."

He snarls at your demanding tone, then sits on the couch. He starts drinking the bubbly you poured.

"Hey! Not yet!"

He grumbles something you can't make out when you set the glass back down. You swallow down any anxiety creeping up and tell him "Hug me.".

"NO THANKS."

You clench your fists. Why is he making this so difficult?! With a twitch of your eye, you take a second to regain your composure, then say quietly "Please, spam.".

Either he feels bad for you or wants you to quit whining, because he does with a small sigh. Feeling his arms around your waist again makes your heart beat loudly in your ears from joy and nostalgia. Just as strongly, though, it feels like it's breaking because you know it's not the same. It's gut wrenching to know you needed this so much, and it means absolutely nothing but slight inconvenience for him.

You try to blink the tears in your eyes away, you've spent too much time being sad and not enough being strong for the both of you.

"...Please forget about it."

"...[?] AM I SUPPOSED TO jUST SIT HERE A-" You tune him out.

(S0rry I L@uGHed aT yOU, [Please, H-] [[Don't B3 Upset, W-]])

"Don't be, I totally had it coming."

He pulls back and asks what the hell you're on about. You don't bother answering that. "You can drink now." You hand over the glass and fast forward the movie to the part you know where a jumpscare is.

After yelping at the screen, you look over expectantly. He's amused, but just shakes his head at you. "WhY'D YOU DO TH9T TO YOURSELF?"

You sigh and push yourself off the couch. It's fine, you have other memories to replay. "Stay there, don't look 'round."

He rolls his eyes and starts flicking through channels. You can tell he's annoyed, but that's not what's important to you right now.

You rush in and out of his room, luckily without him noticing with the sound of the TV, with arms full of dress shirts. You toss them into the sink, think about turning on the tap but don't, and return to him. You offer your hand. "Come with me."

"WH¥?"

"Just do it!" You bark.

He groans and slaps your hand away. "WHERE?"

You shoot daggers at him while rubbing the back of your hand, the beckon him to his room.

"WHAT WERE YOU DOING IN TH€RE???"