Thanks to this bitch for the prompt!
He woke up in a hospital bed. He couldn't remember anything. He was terrified.
"Sir!"
He looked over, eyes wide. Two men were sitting in chairs next to him, one with messy brown hair and bandages over one eye, the other with blue eyes and long-ish brown hair. He didn't recognize them.
He coughed, finding his throat dry, "W-who are you?"
The two exchanged glances. They seemed to meet an understanding.
"We're Paul and Patryk, you're Tord.", the shorter one said.
They did seem familiar now. But barely. It was like trying to catch a bar of soap in a raging river. His confusion was clear to see.
Tord took in a deep breath, "Paul. And Patryk. Pau and Pat. I know you, but I can't remember why."
"We're your friends.", Pat said sadly.
Tord raised a brow, "Then why did you call me sir?"
Pat opened his mouth, before closing it. He looked at Pau helplessly, unsure of what to do. Pau shook his head and shrugged, clueless.
"I'll tell you the truth. Your name is Tord Larsin, Leader of the Red Army, and our Leader. We are your right hand men, loyal to you and you only. As well as your friends. You built a robot, and it crashed. You were wounded, are wounded, terribly. We had to...Remove your arm.", Pat explained.
Tord immediately lifted the blanket, gasping at the amount of damage on his body. He looked at the shiny red prosthetic that replaced his right arm, the metal was light, and if he it wasn't bright red, he probably wouldn't have even noticed it right away.
There was a sigh from Pau, "You also lost sight in your right eye, you'll need to wear an eye patch."
"WHAT?!", Tord yelled in shock.
Both Pau and Pat flinched, but he didn't notice. He patted his face, there were long gashes rending apart his face, and indeed, he couldn't see his hand when he waved it in front of his eye. He fell back with a shuddery exhale, putting his hands over his face.
"...How did the robot malfunction?", Tord said, some memories coming back.
Pau coughed lightly, "It...Didn't sir."
"What do you mean?", Tord growled.
Pat put a hand on Pau's shoulder, "Someone shot you out of the sky."
Tord blinked, some of it was coming back now. Black eyes, spiky hair, a thin body, blue. Blue hoodie. Who was he? He could remember others too. One with ginger hair, blue eyes, and a green coat and purple hoodie. The last one he could remember a green hoodie and cola.
"Which one of them was it? The one in the blue, the green, or the purple?", Tord asked quietly.
For some reason he hoped it wasn't the black-eyed one.
Pat sighed, "The one in blue sir."
Tord felt heartbroken. But why? He wasn't sure, but he was determined to find out. He remembered enough.
"Take me to my office.", Tord ordered, sitting up.
Pau and Pat started to protest, but he gave them a strong glare and they simply nodded. They lead him to a pair of oaken double doors, the frame carved into tiny animals and plants, with some words in Norwegian sprinkled here and there. He slammed open the doors, and looked around.
Now this was something familiar.
"Leave. I need to think.", Tord said.
Pau and Pat nodded and saluted, closing the doors after them. Tord walked over to his desk, opening the different drawers and spilling the contents onto the floor. He sorted through them, before finding a small book bound in leather.
Tord picked it up, an eyebrow raised. It was thick, not from the book's width, but with pictures and other pieces of paper stuck inside.
The first page was for some reason empty, with a single sentence inside, reading, 'Things I shouldn't forget.'
Tord frowned, then turned to the first page. There was a picture, with him, and three other guys. He remembered them as his friends.
They were in highschool, an awkward time for all of them. Matt had braces, and an odd flat haircut, with a white shirt and a purple sweater. Edd had a man-bun, although it made him look even more dorky, since he had on thick rimmed black glasses and a varsity jacket.
Tom was the tallest back then, and looked buffer than now, with a regular hoodie, spiky hair, and piercings all over, with rings and bracelets adorning his arms.
Tord himself had a pink sweater, a flower crown, and a huge dorky smile on, and he was leaning into Tom happily.
All of them were happy. Even grumpy Tom.
"What happened?", Tord asked himself.
He flipped the page, where a small entry was written. Insignificant. The next page was the same, depicting a date gone perfectly. The next, an exam that his past self was nervous about.
This was a diary.
Tord stood up, the book still in his hand, and walked over to his wardrobe. He grabbed a suitcase from within it, filling it with clothes and essentials. He opened the book again, to a page containing the newest addresses.
London.
"Then that's where I'm going."
