*System Reboot Complete*
My eyes opened to darkness . I knew my eyes weren’t closed, I could feel that they were open, but I couldn’t see anything. I tried moving my head, but something held me where I was. Then I tried to move my arms, which I felt were hanging above me. Neither moved, in fact, I couldn’t feel my arms, or my legs for that matter.
“Alright, that isn’t good. But they don’t hurt, so it can’t be that bad” I thought to myself, “So, if my legs and arms don’t work, and I can’t move my head, what can I do?”.
I tried turning my body to the side, but yet again, I was stuck . As I tried to think of why I was stuck, a thought popped into my head.
“Wait, where even am I? Last thing I remember I was…” I tried to think of what happened last, “I don’t...why can’t I? Why don’t I remember?”.
I kept trying to remember, I kept trying, and trying. Yet nothing came, I vaguely remembered that I was male, but that was it. That was the only thing that I could remember. No family, no friends, pets, places, a home! Hell, I couldn’t even remember my own name!
“I don’t even know my own name.” I thought bitterly, then my mind came to a halt.
“I don’t know my own name.”
"I don't know who I am."
It felt as if I was frozen, I couldn’t think of anything except...that. That was the only thing I could hear. It echoed through my mind, non-stop, and then...
A laugh vibrated through the air, and then another laugh, and another, and another, and
ȃ̴͎́̍̀ņ̶̛̮̤͓̆́̔̊̇̔̈́ͅỏ̷̫̜͔̙̤̈͊̊̉̈̅̿͆ther, aņ̶̛̮̤͓̆́̔̊̇̔̈́ͅd ȃ̴͎́̍̀ņ̶̛̮̤͓̆́̔̊̇̔̈́ͅỏ̷̫̜͔̙̤̈͊̊̉̈̅̿͆ṱ̷̢͋̑͛̚h̸̡͖̰͈̺͍̯̻͓̑̾ͅȩ̷͙̱̰̩̣͉͍̞͈͛r̷̨̞͙̼͔͎̓̈́͗̈́̽̄͌͜͝, ȁ̵͔͐̏̿̆̀̑̈́͘͠n̵̠̺̑̀̇̆̄͌͝ͅḍ̴̰̻̙͊̎̾͝ ̶̨͕͙̩͕̖͍̋̀͒͗ȃ̴͎́̍̀ņ̶̛̮̤͓̆́̔̊̇̔̈́ͅỏ̷̫̜͔̙̤̈͊̊̉̈̅̿͆ṱ̷̢͋̑͛̚h̸̡͖̰͈̺͍̯̻͓̑̾ͅȩ̷͙̱̰̩̣͉͍̞͈͛r̷̨̞͙̼͔͎̓̈́͗̈́̽̄͌͜͝, ȁ̵͔͐̏̿̆̀̑̈́͘͠n̵̠̺̑̀̇̆̄͌͝ͅḍ̴̰̻̙͊̎̾͝
̶̨͕͙̩͕̖͍̋̀͒͗ȃ̴͎́̍̀ņ̶̛̮̤͓̆́̔̊̇̔̈́ͅỏ̷̫̜͔̙̤̈͊̊̉̈̅̿͆ṱ̷̢͋̑͛̚h̸̡͖̰͈̺͍̯̻͓̑̾ͅȩ̷͙̱̰̩̣͉͍̞͈͛r̷̨̞͙̼͔͎̓̈́͗̈́̽̄͌͜͝,ȁ̵͔͐̏̿̆̀̑̈́͘͠n̵̠̺̑̀̇̆̄͌͝ͅḍ̴̰̻̙͊̎̾͝ ̶̨͕͙̩͕̖͍̋̀͒͗ȃ̴͎́̍̀ņ̶̛̮̤͓̆́̔̊̇̔̈́ͅỏ̷̫̜͔̙̤̈͊̊̉̈̅̿͆ṱ̷̢͋̑͛̚h̸̡͖̰͈̺͍̯̻͓̑̾ͅȩ̷͙̱̰̩̣͉͍̞͈͛r̷̨̞͙̼͔͎̓̈́͗̈́̽̄͌͜͝,ȁ̵͔͐̏̿̆̀̑̈́͘͠n̵̠̺̑̀̇̆̄͌͝ͅḍ̴̰̻̙͊̎̾͝ ̶̨͕͙̩͕̖͍̋̀͒͗ȃ̴͎́̍̀
ņ̶̛̮̤͓̆́̔̊̇̔̈́ͅỏ̷̫̜͔̙̤̈͊̊̉̈̅̿͆ṱ̷̢͋̑͛̚h̸̡͖̰͈̺͍̯̻͓̑̾ͅȩ̷͙̱̰̩̣͉͍̞͈͛r̷̨̞͙̼͔͎̓̈́͗̈́̽̄͌͜͝ȁ̵͔͐̏̿̆̀̑̈́͘͠n̵̠̺̑̀̇̆̄͌͝ͅḍ̴̰̻̙͊̎̾͝ ̶̨͕͙̩͕̖͍̋̀͒͗ȃ̴͎́̍̀ņ̶̛̮̤͓̆́̔̊̇̔̈́ͅỏ̷̫̜͔̙̤̈͊̊̉̈̅̿͆ṱ̷̢͋̑͛̚h̸̡͖̰͈̺͍̯̻͓̑̾ͅȩ̷͙̱̰̩̣͉͍̞͈͛r̷̨̞͙̼͔͎̓̈́͗̈́̽̄͌͜͝ȁ̵͔͐̏̿̆̀̑̈́͘͠n̵̠̺̑̀̇̆̄͌͝ͅḍ̴̶̨̰̻̙͕͙̩͕̖͍͊̎̾̋̀͒͗͝ȃ̴͎́̍̀ņ̶̛̮̤͓̆́̔̊̇̔̈́ͅỏ̷̫̜͔̙̤̈͊̊̉̈̅̿͆ṱ̷̢͋̑͛̚h̸̡͖̰͈̺͍̯̻͓̑̾ͅȩ̷͙̱̰̩̣͉͍̞͈͛r̷̨̞͙̼͔͎̓̈́͗̈́̽̄͌͜͝ȁ̵͔͐̏̿̆̀̑̈́͘͠n̵̠̺̑̀̇̆̄͌͝ͅ
ḍ̴̰̻̙͊̎̾͝ ̶̨͕͙̩͕̖͍̋̀͒͗ȃ̴͎́̍̀ņ̶̛̮̤͓̆́̔̊̇̔̈́ͅỏ̷̫̜͔̙̤̈͊̊̉̈̅̿͆ṱ̷̢͋̑͛̚h̸̡͖̰͈̺͍̯̻͓̑̾ͅȩ̷͙̱̰̩̣͉͍̞͈͛r̷̨̞͙̼͔͎̓̈́͗̈́̽̄͌͜͝
ȁ̵͔͐̏̿̆̀̑̈́͘͠n̵̠̺̑̀̇̆̄͌͝ͅḍ̴̰̻̙͊̎̾͝ ̶̨͕͙̩͕̖͍̋̀͒͗ȃ̴͎́̍̀ņ̶̛̮̤͓̆́̔̊̇̔̈́ͅỏ̷̫̜͔̙̤̈͊̊̉̈̅̿͆ṱ̷̢͋̑͛̚h̸̡͖̰͈̺͍̯̻͓̑̾ͅȩ̷͙̱̰̩̣͉͍̞͈͛r̷̨̞͙̼͔͎̓̈́͗̈́̽̄͌͜͝ȁ̵͔͐̏̿̆̀̑̈́͘͠n̵̠̺̑̀̇̆̄͌͝ͅḍ̴̶̨̰̻̙͕͙̩͕̖͍͊̎̾̋̀͒͗͝ȃ̴͎́̍̀ņ̶̛̮̤͓̆́̔̊̇̔̈́ͅỏ̷̫̜͔̙̤̈͊̊̉̈̅̿͆ṱ̷̢͋̑͛̚h̸̡͖̰͈̺͍̯̻͓̑̾ͅȩ̷͙̱̰̩̣͉͍̞͈͛r̷̨̞͙̼͔͎̓̈́͗̈́̽̄͌͜͝ȁ̵͔͐̏̿̆̀̑̈́͘͠n̵̠̺̑̀̇̆̄͌͝ͅḍ̴̰̻̙͊̎̾͝ ̶̨͕͙̩͕̖͍̋̀͒͗ȃ̴͎́̍̀ņ̶̛̮̤͓̆́̔̊̇̔̈́ͅỏ̷̫̜͔̙̤̈͊̊̉̈̅̿͆ṱ̷̢͋̑͛̚h̸̡͖̰͈̺͍̯̻͓̑̾ͅȩ̷͙̱̰̩̣͉͍̞͈͛r̷̨̞͙̼͔͎̓̈́͗̈́̽̄͌͜͝ȁ̵͔͐̏̿̆̀̑̈́͘͠n̵̠̺̑̀̇̆̄͌͝ͅḍ̴̰̻̙͊̎̾͝ ̶̨͕͙̩͕̖͍̋̀͒͗ȃ̴͎́̍̀ņ̶̛̮̤͓̆́̔̊̇̔̈́ͅỏ̷̫̜͔̙̤̈͊̊̉̈̅̿͆ṱ̷̢͋̑͛̚h̸̡͖̰͈̺͍̯̻͓̑̾ͅȩ̷͙̱̰̩̣͉͍̞͈͛r̷̨̞͙̼͔͎̓̈́͗̈́̽̄͌͜͝ȁ̵͔͐̏̿̆̀̑̈́͘͠n̵̠̺̑̀̇̆̄͌͝ͅḍ̴̰̻̙͊̎̾͝ ̶̨͕͙̩͕̖͍̋̀͒͗ȃ̴͎́̍̀ņ̶̛̮̤͓̆́̔̊̇̔̈́ͅỏ̷̫̜͔̙̤̈͊̊̉̈̅̿͆ṱ̷̢͋̑͛̚h̸̡͖̰͈̺͍̯̻͓̑̾ͅȩ̷͙̱̰̩̣͉͍̞͈͛r̷̨̞͙̼͔͎̓̈́͗̈́̽̄͌͜͝ȁ̵͔͐̏̿̆̀̑̈́͘͠n̵̠̺̑̀̇̆̄͌͝ͅḍ̴̰̻̙͊̎̾͝
̶̨͕͙̩͕̖͍̋̀͒͗ȃ̴͎́̍̀ņ̶̛̮̤͓̆́̔̊̇̔̈́ͅỏ̷̫̜͔̙̤̈͊̊̉̈̅̿͆ṱ̷̢͋̑͛̚h̸̡͖̰͈̺͍̯̻͓̑̾ͅȩ̷͙̱̰̩̣͉͍̞͈͛r̷̨̞͙̼͔͎̓̈́͗̈́̽̄͌͜͝ȁ̵͔͐̏̿̆̀̑̈́͘͠n̵̠̺̑̀̇̆̄͌͝ͅḍ̴̰̻̙͊̎̾͝ ̶̨͕͙̩͕̖͍̋̀͒͗ȃ̴͎́̍̀ņ̶̛̮̤͓̆́̔̊̇̔̈́ͅỏ̷̫̜͔̙̤̈͊̊̉̈̅̿͆ṱ̷̢͋̑͛̚
h̸̡͖̰͈̺͍̯̻͓̑̾ͅȩ̷͙̱̰̩̣͉͍̞͈͛r̷̨̞͙̼͔͎̓̈́͗̈́̽̄͌͜͝ȁ̵͔͐̏̿̆̀̑̈́͘͠n̵̠̺̑̀̇̆̄͌͝ͅḍ̴̰̻̙͊̎̾͝ ̶̨͕͙̩͕̖͍̋̀͒͗ȃ̴͎́̍̀ņ̶̛̮̤͓̆́̔̊̇̔̈́ͅỏ̷̫̜͔̙̤̈͊̊̉̈̅̿͆ṱ̷̢͋̑͛̚h̸̡͖̰͈̺͍̯̻͓̑̾ͅȩ̷͙̱̰̩̣͉͍̞͈͛r̷̨̞͙̼͔͎̓̈́͗̈́̽̄͌͜͝ȁ̵͔͐̏̿̆̀̑̈́͘͠n̵̠̺̑̀̇̆̄͌͝ͅḍ̴̰̻̙͊̎̾͝ ̶̨͕͙̩͕̖͍̋̀͒͗ȃ̴͎́̍̀ņ̶̛̮̤͓̆́̔̊̇̔̈́ͅỏ̷̫̜͔̙̤̈͊̊̉̈̅̿͆ṱ̷̢͋̑͛̚h̸̡͖̰͈̺͍̯̻͓̑̾ͅȩ̷͙̱̰̩̣͉͍̞͈͛r̷̨̞͙̼͔͎̓̈́͗̈́̽̄͌͜͝ȁ̵͔͐̏̿̆̀̑̈́͘͠n̵̠̺̑̀̇̆̄͌͝ͅḍ̴̰̻̙͊̎̾͝ ̶̨͕͙̩͕̖͍̋̀͒͗ȃ̴͎́̍̀ņ̶̛̮̤͓̆́̔̊̇̔̈́ͅỏ̷̫̜͔̙̤̈͊̊̉̈̅̿͆ṱ̷̢͋̑͛̚h̸̡͖̰͈̺͍̯̻͓̑̾ͅȩ̷͙̱̰̩̣͉͍̞͈͛r̷̨̞͙̼͔͎̓̈́͗̈́̽̄͌͜͝ȁ̵͔͐̏̿̆̀̑̈́͘͠n̵̠̺̑̀̇̆̄͌͝ͅḍ̴̰̻̙͊̎̾͝ ̶̨͕͙̩͕̖͍̋̀͒͗ȃ̴͎́̍̀ņ̶̛̮̤͓̆́̔̊̇̔̈́ͅỏ̷̫̜͔̙̤̈͊̊̉̈̅̿͆ṱ̷̢͋̑͛̚h̸̡͖̰͈̺͍̯̻͓̑̾ͅȩ̷͙̱̰̩̣͉͍̞͈͛r̷̨̞͙̼͔͎̓̈́͗̈́̽̄͌͜͝ȁ̵͔͐̏̿̆̀̑̈́͘͠n̵̠̺̑̀̇̆̄͌͝ͅḍ̴̰̻̙͊̎̾͝ ̶̨͕͙̩͕̖͍̋̀͒͗ȃ̴͎́̍̀ņ̶̛̮̤͓̆́̔̊̇̔̈́ͅỏ̷̫̜͔̙̤̈͊̊̉̈̅̿͆ṱ̷̢͋̑͛̚h̸̡͖̰͈̺͍̯̻͓̑̾ͅȩ̷͙̱̰̩̣͉͍̞͈͛r̷̨̞͙̼͔͎̓̈́͗̈́̽̄͌͜͝ȁ̵͔͐̏̿̆̀̑̈́͘͠n̵̠̺̑̀̇̆̄͌͝ͅḍ̴̶̨̰̻̙͕͙̩͕̖͍͊̎̾̋̀͒͗͝ȃ̴͎́̍̀ņ̶̛̮̤͓̆́̔̊̇̔̈́ͅỏ̷̫̜͔̙̤̈͊̊̉̈̅̿͆ṱ̷̢͋̑͛̚h̸̡͖̰͈̺͍̯̻͓̑̾ͅȩ̷͙̱̰̩̣͉͍̞͈͛r̷̨̞͙̼͔͎̓̈́͗̈́̽̄͌͜͝ȁ̵͔͐̏̿̆̀̑̈́͘͠n̵̠̺̑̀̇̆̄͌͝ͅḍ̴̰̻̙͊̎̾͝ ̶̨͕͙̩͕̖͍̋̀͒͗ȃ̴͎́̍̀ņ̶̛̮̤͓̆́̔̊̇̔̈́ͅỏ̷̫̜͔̙̤̈͊̊̉̈̅̿͆ṱ̷̢͋̑͛̚
h̸̡͖̰͈̺͍̯̻͓̑̾ͅȩ̷͙̱̰̩̣͉͍̞͈͛r̷̨̞͙̼͔͎̓̈́͗̈́̽̄͌͜͝ȁ̵͔͐̏̿̆̀̑̈́͘͠n̵̠̺̑̀̇̆̄͌͝ͅḍ̴̰̻̙͊̎̾͝ ̶̨͕͙̩͕̖͍̋̀͒͗ȃ̴͎́̍̀ņ̶̛̮̤͓̆́̔̊̇̔̈́ͅỏ̷̫̜͔̙̤̈͊̊̉̈̅̿͆ṱ̷̢͋̑͛̚h̸̡͖̰͈̺͍̯̻͓̑̾ͅȩ̷͙̱̰̩̣͉͍̞͈͛r̷̨̞͙̼͔͎̓̈́͗̈́̽̄͌͜͝ȁ̵͔͐̏̿̆̀̑̈́͘͠n̵̠̺̑̀̇̆̄͌͝ͅḍ̴̰̻̙͊̎̾͝ ̶̨͕͙̩͕̖͍̋̀͒͗ȃ̴͎́̍̀ņ̶̛̮̤͓̆́̔̊̇̔̈́ͅỏ̷̫̜͔̙̤̈͊̊̉̈̅̿͆
ṱ̷̢͋̑͛̚h̸̡͖̰͈̺͍̯̻͓̑̾ͅȩ̷͙̱̰̩̣͉͍̞͈͛r̷̨̞͙̼͔͎̓̈́͗̈́̽̄͌͜͝ȁ̵͔͐̏̿̆̀̑̈́͘͠n̵̠̺̑̀̇̆̄͌͝ͅḍ̴̰̻̙͊̎̾͝ ̶̨͕͙̩͕̖͍̋̀͒͗ȃ̴͎́̍̀ņ̶̛̮̤͓̆́̔̊̇̔̈́ͅỏ̷̫̜͔̙̤̈͊̊̉̈̅̿͆ṱ̷̢͋̑͛̚h̸̡͖̰͈̺͍̯̻͓̑̾ͅȩ̷͙̱̰̩̣͉͍̞͈͛r̷̨̞͙̼͔͎̓̈́͗̈́̽̄͌͜͝.And I couldn’t stop laughing.
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