The young boy, who was at least the age of twenty, walked through the vacant halls of the immense kingdom, his footsteps echoing at his every movement. He curiously turned at every attraction that did indeed, catch his eye. A large picture frame on the wall drew his attention, covering more than double the size of the doors; its magnificent outlines leaving him breathless. It was his king, the mighty squid overlord, on his throne with his loyal servants bowing to him; the boy being one of the few. He smiled at the sight. After his brief stop, he continued down the halls to the throne room. He couldn't help but feel insecure at the weird paranoia he had seemed to muster, as if there was someone secretly watching him. He shrugged it off, but still had his doubts about his own security.

"Hello, sir." The boy said obediently as he knelt down in front of the large set of stairs leading to the throne. "I assume that you completed your duties for this afternoon?" The king kept his eyes on his tentacles as he absentmindedly examined them. His tone was very calm as the boy silently nodded back, even though the king didn't bother to bat an eye to the boy's gesture. Almost simultaneously, the doors bursted open, and two humans ran through, leaving the boy speechless. "Sky! Don't just stand there! Protect your kingdom!" Sky growled as he pulled out his lapis sword, putting it adjacent to his chest as it glinted in the chandelier's luminesce. "Sky! Don't listen to him! He brainwashed you into thinking you're his servant! You're the leader of the Sky army!" The space suit wearing man tried to dissuade the non obeying Sky. The man next to the astronaut who wore green headphones nodded in agreement as he looked on with eyes filled with worry.

Sky looked between his king and the two men. They did look strangely familiar, but he couldn't place a name on either of the two. His hazel brown eyes darted back and forth. He had always followed his king since as long as he could remember, but those two men...who were they? He had never seen the two in his life, but somehow, he felt as though he had a relation with the two. Almost like a past life...maybe even a hint of déjà vu. He stood frozen as doubt washed over him.

Who was telling the truth?

He raised his sword as he slowly walked to his victim. Both of their faces changed drastically.

"Sky, no!"

"Yes!"

As the sword struck down, black ink like goo trickled out of the king's cut body. He stared down at the navy blue mess that used to be his king. Used to. He walked down the vast staircase as he gave a small smile to the two men. He still wondered why he had betrayed his king for these invaders he had met mere minutes ago. "Sky," The headphone wearer began, "It's good to have you back." The brown haired servant smiled as he followed the two out of the kingdom, and back to the Sky Army base. He still wondered how the stranger had known his name.

What was the Sky army?

Well, a few hours wasn't that long to go on foot, was it? His legs ached after the long walk. He collapsed to his knees as soon as they had been in sight of the huge stone and golden building. "Is this it?" He huffed out as he scanned the perimeter. "Yep. It had been a while, so maybe being inside will refresh your memories." The spaceman said with a hidden smirk. "C'mon, were almost there." The younger teen insisted as he hoisted Sky up. He slowly gained his balance after his well needed rest and continued on, constantly leaning on the other two when he occasionally tumbled. They finally arrived at the base, Sky's eyes analyzing every visible detail. The guards bowed as the two men walked by and only eyed the newcomer. Upon their entrance, Sky was immediately breath taken at the wondrous attractions in the main room. "First, we should get you some of your old clothes, not those blue rags."The spaceman suggested as he trekked towards one of the medium sized doors. Without hesitation, Sky trailed behind the two 'advisors'. As the headphone wearer passed through the door frame, Sky stopped mid step behind him. The paranoia he had felt earlier seemed to have built up. He bit his lip as he doubtfully followed.

"It's right over here!" The teen yelled to the newcomer near the door. The boy walked over slowly as he examined the clothing. A gray fighting suit with matching pants, raspberry red shoes, black leather gloves, and a golden amulet with a amethyst gem. He went into a change room and slipped off his 'blue rags'. He looked at them thoughtfully as he grasped them tightly in his fists. To the deceased king, they were a formal dressing, but to these to men, they were rags. These were heirlooms of his king that were given to his favorite and best servant. But Sky was more than a servant to him; he was even like a son in some ways. He hesitantly put on the gray suit, the red shoes and the gloves following. He felt a lump where the right pocket was and reached into it to find a pair of sunglasses. He decided to put them on to hide his despair.

Why was he here?

Sky walked out of the room to fall into the two men's gazes. After receiving a few forced compliments, the teen pulled a pendant out of his pants' pocket. "I believe this is yours." He handed it over with an invisible feeling of guilt. As soon as Sky placed the amulet over his head, it began to glow purple and his eyes began to flash simultaneously behind his sunglasses. The memories of his past began to return to him. His real memories.

"You really can't be a good kid, can you?" The king joked as the boy scrambled to his feet in front of the shattered flower pot. "I'm sorry, sir! I really am!" The boy cried out as he tried to push the shattered remains into a delicate pile. The king only laughed as he walked behind the boy, kneeling down as he sweeped up the glass with his tentacles. The king wouldn't have ever done this for another servant. He would do it only for his loyal boy. "I'm really sorry about that..." The boy rubbed the back of his head as he stood up, reaching just higher than the king as his majesty kneeled. "Don't beat yourself up about it, boy. It's fine." The king said with a smile as he faced the boy. The young boy's smile beamed as his eyes sparked with ecstasy.

~Skip~

"Daddy...I'm scared! I don't want to sleep alone, there's-there's...monsters!" The boy shrieked out as he cowered under his blanket, pulling it over his messy brown hair. The figure walked over and comforted the boy. "It's safe here Sky, no one or nothing will harm you. If anyone did, I would make sure they are punished." Sky smiled at his father's remarks as he pulled down the blanket in reassurance. The young boy gave his signature smile, and his father couldn't help but return the favor. The navy blue figure walked over to the boy, placing a light kiss on his forehead.

"Good night, son."

"Night, Daddy!"

The figure flipped the light switch and left the door open a crack. He couldn't help but smile as he heard his son's cute giggles when he exited. It made him blissful to know that his pride and joy was happy.

~Skip~

His lapis sword clinked as it collided with the king's diamond one, smirks making their way onto their faces. "Good...good, son!" The king praised as he moved around in a circle against his son. His son nodded and continued his circle. They broke after a few turns and fell back. The son quickly dashed north east past the king as he cut his sword into the king's armor in a ninja like fashion. That included the unnecessary cries acquainting it. By the time the king had spun around, his son had swung his sword in a top like motion against the king's chest plate. The king fell backwards onto the grass to be met with his own son's blade. After the sudden shock, he regained focus and smiled. His son had finally bested him in a fight. The boy reached his hand out in an offer of help. The king gladly accepted. His son had finally grew up. He smirked as he looked upon his son with eyes filled with pride.

~Skip~

His gaze fixated on the two men that had barged into the throne room. His eyes darted from the king to them. They looked vicious. He backed away, but the two seemed to trail towards him. He shouted as they tackled him to the ground, the cries of his father beginning to distance from him. He was being taken from the only place he had considered home. He whimpered loudly until the world around him turned black. "Don't worry, my prince, it will be over soon..." The next time he woke up, he was in his bed and couldn't recall anything that had happened in the wake of the incident.

Two names surfaced in his mind. "You're Ty," He pointed to the headphone wearing teen and almost immediately after turned to the spacesuit wearer, "And you must be Jason." Sky 'hmpted' in utter disgust. These were the two that separated him from his own father. In a blink of an eye, Sky's expression changed to terror as he was held back by Ty. Jason scoffed as he watched Sky's feeble attempts of escape. "You're not planning on going anywhere, are you?" Sky switched his gaze from Jason down to the stone floor. "I suppose you aren't. Follow me." The spacesuit wearer walked down the stairs as Sky trailed far behind, only following because of Ty's forceful kicks and shoves. When they eventually reached the bottom of the interminable staircase, their gazes all landed on a weird machine. Sky was strapped to a chair in front of the machine by Ty as Jason adjusted the settings. Although Sky desperately tried to squirm out, it was of no use. He continued to cry out from the tightness of the rough ropes around his arms and torso. He bit his lip as tears welled in his eyes. The edges of his vision began to blur and the sight of the machine to soften.

There was a quiet ping as the machine began to spin in front of him. There was a low humming and a monotone voice seemingly brainwashing him. He tried to turn away, but to no avail. Ty held him back as Jason began the hypnotizing part. "Sky, you are the leader of the Sky Army and you hate squids. Your favorite object is a valuable called 'gold'. However, you dub it as 'butter'." Sky kept his eyes shut as he shook his head in conspiracy. The hypnotizing ball that spun before Sky had sped up, and Jason's voice became harsher. "Why don't you try some?" He picked up a golden ingot and shoved it into Sky's mouth which Ty had forcefully held open. Although Sky tried to break free, it did nothing to save him. The last thing he remembered before drifting into a never ending abyss of darkness, was the horrid and sickening taste of butter.