I had to rewrite this several times. The last time I was a bit sick and tired of it, so apologies for minor mistakes if you find any.
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You decide to simply get examined and get it over with. You remove your hands from your pockets and smile excusing.
“I, uh, must have dropped it. It’s the third time this happens.” You say and turn to Zeke. “Remind me of getting a new one soon. It can’t go on like this.” You turn back to the doctor. “So, is that guy around here?”
The doctor smiles.
“Kind of. Just relax a bit, will you? Just like that. Done this before?”
You shake your head and then frown.
”Atleast I don’t think so.”
He doesn’t comment this.
“Then you might find this a little bit unnerving. Just relax, it won’t hurt and this is a completely safe procedure.” He said in a very mechanical way. He then waves his hand over your head. You see something shimmering in his hand. He mumbles something and tries it again.
“Damn piece of junk... gonna have to do it the old fashioned way...” he growls behind you and puts his hand on your back. You’re about to turn around and ask him what the heck he’s doing, when reality stretches out around you. Everything becomes stripes of light, while you feel like you’re being dragged forward by an icecold rope tied to your intestines. You don’t have time to scream before everything is perfectly normal again. You’re standing on a torn rug with your hands over your head for protection. The doctor stands behind you. You look up, amazed. You’re standing in a tiny room with a table, a chair and a rug. In front of you stand two men. One of them looks a little surprised.
“Unpleasant trip?” he asks. “Another malfunction?”
“You bet. Had to do it the traditional way.”
The doctor in front of you looks at you with a sympathic face.
“I know how you feel. The old way sucks.”
You’re a bit confused.
“Where the heck am I?”
The sympathic doctor points with his hand on the third doctor.
“In his home. In lack of other spaces.”
“How did I get here? Teleport?”
The third doctor (who looks very strange) shakes his head.
“That’s a secret.”
You growl:
“Incredible. Doctors can teleport, but you can’t take a damn train around here.”
The third doctor chuckles, but is silenced by a harsh look by the sympathic one. The doctor behinds you disappears. The sympathic doctor stretches out his hand.
“I’m Dr. Stephens. This is Ashdrau, but you can call him Ash.”
You shake Stephens hand and glances at Ash. You meet his gaze, and see that his eyes are red. This gives you an uneasy feeling.
“Half-orc?” you ask before you even wondered. Ash doesn’t seem to take offense.
“Yes, I am.” He looks like he wants to add something on the end, but Stephens gives him a dark look. Stephens crack his fingers and puts on a pair of thin rubber gloves.
“So, shall we get started?” he asks cheerfully.
He asks you many questions, about your body and mind. After your answers, he writes something in a notebook. He seems to find it very interesting that you suffer from partial amnesia. The questioning takes a long time, and with each question, you feel a greater wish to be anywhere but there. He finally puts his notebook down and takes a good look at you.
“Last question.”
You want to bash your head against something, just to see if you still have some senses left.
“Yes?”
“What did you say that your name was?”
You give him a murderous look.
“Vidash Welfos.” You reply. “Though everyone calls me Sleepwalker.”
He nods and scribbles something in the notebook. He reads it through one last time and then hums.
“You seem to be in good mental and physical health. I guess that it was magic after all then. Just one more thing.” He turns to Ash. “Now it’s your thing. Work your magic.”
Ash steps up to you and leans towards you. He puts the tips of his fingers on your cheeks. A warm sensation spreads over your face. He looks into your eyes, not even blinking. You can’t tear your look away from his eyes.
“I can see. Your spirit is scarred, S... Vidash. But it wasn’t caused by yourself, emotions or magic. A man has hurt your spirit.” He whispers very quietly. You get an image in your head. You are chained. Someone screams. A lot of pain that goes deeper and deeper. You block out the unpleasant pictures.
“Your memories of that time isn’t lost, just hidden. Someone has hidden them from you, but not good enough for you not to find them. You will know where to look one day, believe me.” He whispers and then smirks.
“I know what you are. Consider us equals.”
“What...? I’m no half-orc. Hm... I hope.”
“No, maybe you’re not a half-orc like me, but you’re like me. You’ll see one day.” He whispers and lets go of you. You scars and wounds on your face is gone. Ash goes back to the table. He leaves you there, wondering over what he’d just said.
You are rushed back to the place you originally were. You see Zeke and the doctor on a parkbench. Zeke looks extremely bored, and the doctor seems like he’s telling a joke. You walk towards them, Zeke spots you and seems to sigh in relief. The doctor sees you a few minutes later and gets up.
“Well, thanks for the company. I don’t think I’ve ever had such a long break.”
He smiles at you and seems to prepare to teleport away. You remember something.
“Stop!” you say. He stops in a motion and looks curiosly at you. You wonder if you should do what you thought about doing before.
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So, how about a little attacking now? Or not?
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