Temporary Amnesia au
Though Pip did not die from Mecha-Streisand, he had been left with mental trauma. When he sees something that isn't truly there, it earns him an unexpected blow to the head, and as a result, amnesia. Will he have assistance getting through it, or will he lose himself?
It had been very common for Pip to go through a sort of...relapse. Ever since the day he was nine, in South Park, he could walk down the street and see a mecha-monster coming towards him. He could hardly remember the situation in its entirety, or how it all started, or the motive for charging in as recklessly as he had. But he couldn't stop it now; couldn't change anything he had done.
As a result, it had left him with several mental complications. When he would see things that were out of the ordinary, he couldn't just brush it off as 'a normal occurrence', for he had not lived in South Park for a while after his near-death experience. Giant robots lurking down the streets of London was not something that happened every day.
Though, things had only gotten worse when he had moved back to the small mountain town, where he couldn't brush the sense of dread from his shoulders. He was sure it would always be there, but his therapist had suggested he move back, if only for the summer, to overcome the fears, and demons of sorts.
Speaking of demons; since his return, he hadn't seen the giant robot monster down the streets, but rather shadows. Apparitions, of sorts. Demonic ones.
How familiar they seemed, though so distant. Like a memory that wasn't his, but rather one he had seen in a movie.
Which is all he brushed it off as, at first. Until, that is, he sees one in the middle of the night, on a particularly cold and wet evening. It is much larger than he had remembered them being. And he has seen them many a time, just floating down the streets or in the windows of buildings, every night he has been here for the past month.
But this one. This one, has him stalling in the street. He gave these looks to any pedestrians passing by, who only seemed to give him harsh glares, or a snide remark of sorts.
A couple even walked right through it. But it didn't seem to notice, and it was only moving towards Pip. Slowly. And Pip is completely certain it's there, and after him.
There's panic in his throat, and he can feel the anxiety build up in his gut at the sight. It has him turning on a heel to run, but the patch of ice does not let him get far. He slips, right to the middle of the road.
And it's a blur again. So familiar, a decade later.
Another metal monster, coming his way. In the nighttime air.
Charging at him.
There's an impact-he can feel it just as he had all those years ago.
The darkness that follows is just as familiar.