AN: Just a random thought I had with all the theories and speculation following the Stranger. Not sure if its going to be a one shot or a multiple chapter story yet. I haven't written a long while so try not to kill me. Also the first chapter is going to be in the first person, but if I continue it'll change to third.
Who am I ? Twenty eight years ago the life I knew was taken from me and there wasn't a dam thing I could do about it back then anyway. My friends, my home, my papa were gone in a blink of an eye. Thanks all to that evil queen, stuck in some cursed town I was locked out of due to some loop whole no one saw coming, or at least until just recently. I got a chance to have a life beyond Storybrook, but I have always been waiting in the wings for my opening. My memory has always been there, it wasn't wiped like everyone else's. I was going to do whatever I could to make sure the curse was broken. After all I was brave, truthful and unselfish at least I'd been proven to be. I knew the difference between right and wrong. Find this savior wherever she was and make this right . Get my life back.
I wasn't born like everyone else. I was created as a puppet from that same tree the magical wardrobe the savior was put into. I was 'born' as a magical being as it was so I guess that's why I wasn't thrown into the curse exactly like everyone else. To become who I am I had to go through so many trials, but it was worth it for a brief time I had my happy ending. I was a real boy, who had a father who loved me beyond anything else and a cricket for a friend. My life hadn't been great when I got here, but I knew what I had to do someday and that somewhere out there was people who cared about me that I had to save. Maybe they didn't remember me, I'd change that though.
Until then I saw the world as much as I could took in all its beauty and scientific advancements. Recording my journey along the way with my trusty classic typewritter. So as I hit the Maine border I hit the gas. One of the greatest technological geniuses I think of this world is the motorcycle. I'd take it over a horse any day. Eventually pass a sign the says Welcome to Storybrook. It's pretty late the streets are empty until I pull around a corner where I see an attractive blonde and a kid staring at me.
"Hey, is this Storybrook?" they look at me puzzled and she responds "yeah". "Any place to get a room around here?" I ask. The kid looks confused, but ask "uh your staying?" "That's the plan, just looking for a bed". The woman replies pointing "Granny's Bed and Breakfast is just up the road another two blocks." "Thank you" as I begin to walk away. The blonde yells back "hey, I didn't catch your name?" "That's cause I didn't give it." I say before I drive off.
Depending who you ask it could be one of two. August Wayne Booth was the name I took when got here it sounded dignified, well it did at seven when I picked it . It was just August Booth until I found my love for Batman comics early on to which I had to add Wayne after Bruce Wayne.
It was not my true name though, my true name was Pinocchio.