Mental's Past

New World

A soft groan escaped my lips, my eyes opening to the sun shining directly onto me. I sat up, using my hand to block the sun. I looked around, no one was near me. I stood up, slipped my hands into my pockets and wandered around the field for the thousands time. It had been 3 days since I had woken up in this place, everything looked normal, felt normal, which unsettled me because hardly anything was normal in my world. No matter how far I roamed I couldn't spot a single patch of Soul Eater infection, and no darkness either. I had no clue where I was, and no idea how to get back to the kingdom, that's why I stayed here, the Aqua Marine General had taught us that when lost we should stay put and wait for help. Each passing second felt like an eternity, and my paranoia was beginning to get the better of me. I took a break from pacing the plains and sat down on the edge of a lake looking at my reflection. My pink skin had patches of dirt and grime, my clothes partially torn and dull with mud and ash? I often stare at myself in the lake, trying desperately to remember what happened and how I got here, but no matter what I tried I couldn't remember the exact details. I tried to use my powers as a Pink Steve to look into my own memories, and I could remember every detail of my life, from my creation, to the Last Steve Kingdom, the war, and the attack. But when I think back to what happened more recently all I can remember is the Soul Eater attacking us, and the panicked screams of the other Steve's. Maybe it was best I didn't remember what had happened, especially if the kingdom really was attacked, that would make me the last living Steve. I pulled my knees to my chest resting my head atop them, I didn't know what to do, what could I do? I had no clue where I was and it was only a matter of time before Void or any of the Soul Eater minions found me. I was lost, I was alone, I was- ... is that a shadow behind me?

"Hey, are you ok?" I turned around, shocked to see not one, not two, but four Steve's standing behind me, confused and concerned. I couldn't find the words to answer their question. And I couldn't help but notice the Blue and Red Steve's coloring were off. The Steve's shared a questioning glance between each other, not understanding what was wrong with me. A Green Steve then reached his hand, offering to help me up. I took it and they brought me with them to their village. I was so confused and stunned I didn't do much talking, but one thing was perfectly clear, this was not home, I had escaped my ruined world.

After a week of adjusting to the villagers and all the new colors and biome Steves I began to loosen up and get more comfortable in this new world. At night I couldn't help but worry about my home, and all the Steve's that were attacked and probably killed. I tried really hard to remember how I had even got to this new world in the first place, I wanted to figure out how to go back and bring as many of my Steve's here as possible. But no matter how hard I tried my memory stayed blank. I spent months researching, trying to find anyway to go back and save my people but no books held the information I needed. After a year of tireless research and failure I gave up, by now any Steve who survived the attack in my world was surely dead by now.

During my stay at the village there were rumors of a group of powerful Steve's who went around helping others out and saving the world. I didn't pay too much attention to them, but I wished my world had hero's like that. My role at the village had shifted from being the new guy, to the village therapist, not my choice, but when word got out about my strong ability to sense others' mental states and see their memories, people with problems, or people with friends who had problems started coming to me. It was a busy gig, but I was glad to use my powers to help others out. Little did I know how vital my ability was, because a dark storm was brewing deep below our feet.