Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-11084328-20151025143935/@comment-11084328-20151123223003

OUTSIDE

OK, I'll continue, given that no one could guess where Omega X is or who the guy talking to him is.

OUTSIDE ENDS

Omega X

''Inside the void, I am surprised to see that the "voice" is actually... me!''

"W-wait a second..." I say, surprised. "You're... ME?!" I ask, trying to make sense of the whole situation.

"No, not you." The voice says. "But not me, either." The voice, or he as I'm going to refer to him from now on, explains.

"Then, what?" I ask.

"...Us." He says.

"I'm afraid I don't follow." I say. "Let me show you." He says, confidently.

''With a snap, the void changes into... images.''

"What am I seeing?" I ask.

"Your... my... our memories." He explains.

''In the apparent "memories", I see myself, as the Ninja, fighting against the purple armored people alongside Fluttergon. However, in the memory...''

"Wait, I GOT SHOT IN THE HEAD?!" I ask, astonished.

"Not exactly." He says. "The bullet didn't penetrate you, but it did leave you with severe mental damage." He then explains.

"Then, how...?" I begin to ask.

"Fluttergon saw in the NinjaNomicon an old ritual to restore a Ninja's body to its natural state, and she applied it to you." He says. "However, the mental damage was already done; you lost all connection with your memories." He explains.

"Connection?" I ask.

"They were always there, you just couldn't access them." He says.

"So... what now?" I ask.

"Your friends are in danger." He says. "Fluttergon is being held at gunpoint, Serena has been kidnapped to draw your attention and Vaur is trying to rescue her, not knowing that Nugget knows about his "secret", if you know what I mean, and has prepared her troops to take him down if needed." He adds.

"Then what am I doing here?!" I ask, nervously.

"You're not ready." He says. "Specially not now." He adds.

"Excuse me?" I ask.

"When Fluttergon "filled you in" on your past, she gave you so much info that she created a separate consciousness, different from me." He says. "In other words, we're two different people inside a same body." He adds.

"And what's wrong with that?" I ask.

"We're two identical people inside a same host body." He says. "Can you imagine the mental pressure?" He asks.

"Mental pressure?" I ask.

"Brains have a limit." He says. "Why do you think the memories of childhood are discarded, except for the most striking ones?" He asks me.

"...So that the brain can allow new memories." I say.

"Exactly." ''He says. ''"But now, our brain is having to deal with almost two identical sets of memories." He adds.

"Our brain, and body for that matter, couldn't withstand it!" I say.

"Exactly." ''He says. ''"We need to fix the damage." He adds.

"How?" I ask.

"Our brain and body will only accept one of us." He said.

"I know." ''I said. ''"Let's do this." I added, as I pulled out my sword.