They didn't remember anything. The friends they had made, the ones they had lost, the meteor…all of it was completely erased. You remembered though, you always did. The honking and the blood, being stabbed and brought back, the bubbles, the piles, all of it. It still hurt too, every time you thought about it .it just hurt so bad to remember and to know that they didn't know why they felt like they did. Why sollux felt he had hurt someone important, why kanaya lusted for blood, why gamzee felt like a psychopath.. it was all because of your pat lives before the game.

Flash back maybe like… a year ago or so. You all had defeated lord English and beat the horrible game that had caused so much destruction and ruin to come you and your friends way. All of your friends were coming back, slowly they would appear, normal, not dead ghosts left to forever haunt. This must be the treasure that would be your prize. You were all rejoicing and happy, before… that opened. It was a bright shining portal, the otherside unable to be seen. Soon…a white light engulfed all of you and made you feel cold. You covered your head soon feeling yourself slip away.

You wake up in a bed, sunlight streaming through your window and-

Wait… your window? You look around to see you were in an odd looking room. There were posters all over of famous romcoms but… the human equivalents. You jump out of your bed and run to the mirror, looking at yourself but it wasn't yourself. Your hair was a pale blond and your eyes were a bright red. Your skin was pink and fleshy, like Striders and Egberts. What had happened to you in that portal? Why the hell were you a human now and where were you. You decide to go to your...where is your husktop now!? You sigh and open it, going to what you assumed was supposed to be trollian and log in, seeing sollux was on. You message him only to get a "who are you again?" you get the same from your other friends and by the end of insisting that you were karkat and you knew them for almost ever you were in tears. Even gamzee, the one troll you could have counted on didn't remember you what so ever. You chose then to just go back onto the bed and curl up, sobbing your eyes out and shaking in a world of loathing and loneliness. This happened for months you managing to make friends with some of them, trying to talk to them about the game and ask them if they remembered only for them to deem that you were either insane or that your imagination was over active. Your preset human lusi had put you through counseling. It never helped or did anything, just left you feeling… empty in a way. All you knew is that all of your friends had begun to feel affects from the game and their pasts. Gamzee sometimes felt the urge to kill, to go and just hurt someone and paint the walls. Kanaya felt the thirst for blood almost all the time and didn't know why, was deemed a freak for it. John had dreams that were memories, of his father dying of him being able to fly. You tried to convince them that it was true and that they really were those things during the game but they didn't believe you, leaving you to just stay in your own mind and lock yourself in your room for days on end at times. You would toss and turn at night, plagued by nightmares and feelings of depression. Though… you kept going on and kept living. You kept living even if you felt absolutely dead on the inside.