FORGOTTEN.

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NOTES !!
You can interpret this
as either a romantic,
platonic,
or queer-platonic relationship.
Also, you're a human scientist in this.
Slight minor cursing.

 
 
 
 
  
 

After BFB ended. X looked around at the house frantically, searching for any sign of his favorite human; [name].

The once-lively household [name] along with X has fallen into dissary of X's human. It felt like it was suffocating them, as if the walls were closing to him.
Without your presence, it was dark and empty.

There are slight dust and cobwebs have accumulated in the corners.

The silence was deafening, and the yellow variable couldn't shake the feeling that something went amiss.

X stands in the living room, looking down sadly. Suddenly, a noise echoes through the house. X perks and calls out, "[name]?.."

He cautiously makes his way through the house, searching for any signs of [name]. He finds an empty bedroom—the remains of their shared space, hoping to find a clue.

The empty bed, the untouched pillows, the lingering scent of [Name]'s perfume— it all serves as a painful reminder of what was once theirs.

He tried to push the thoughts of his beloved [name] leaving him out of his mind, but they kept nagging at him, like a constant itch he couldn't scratch.

He searched each room, calling your name in vain, but you were nowhere to be found.

X collapses onto the couch, tears streaming from his eyes as the weight of their absence suddenly becomes too much to bear.

It felt like forever since he had last seen his dear [name], and the longer he stayed in this empty house, the more he was starting to worry. The fear began to creep in, and X found himself gripping the couch cushions as if they were the only thing in the world keeping him tethered to reality.

He stares up at the ceiling, feeling hopeless and lost.

"I know [name] wouldn't abandon me on purpose..." he thought, but doubt was knocking on his door.

The only thing that keeps him going is the hope that one day, [Name] will return.

But as the day turned to night, and the night slowly began to fade into morning, he started to doubt that his [name] would ever return to him. The reality of what had happened began to sink in, and X's face twisted into a mask of sorrow and despair.

The silence of the house seemed to mock him, an eerie reminder of his loneliness. His mind started to race, wondering if he had done something wrong, if he could have done anything differently, if he would ever see his dear [name] again.

As dawn broke, X's eyes began to grow heavy, and he crawled into their bed, cradling the pillow that still bore the scent of his [name].

"Maybe they will return..." he said to himself as a glimmer of hope glinted in his eyes.

He takes a deep breath, trying to steady himself. He must hold onto that hope, no matter how bleak it may seem.

He clung to the pillow like a lifeline, willing himself to sleep, hoping that when he woke he would find that it had all been a terrible dream, and that his [name] would be waiting for him with open arms.


3 YEARS LATER. . .


It was your big day. Your boss, the former principal scientist, had just announced his retirement and was throwing a party to celebrate a promotion.

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