Dream: Right. Volt's story. This is dedicated to you, Random Person. No soap pillow of sticks required.
Yumeí: FYI we are not in space anymore.
Dream: And I'm tired, so there will not be a transcription of the events.
Ash: It involved sparkle and stone powers.
Tabitha: Will you quit calling it that?!
Yumei: It's Doom powers!
Lync: Volt left because he's embarrassed. We won't hear from him for a while.
Mylene: Dream only owns this plot.
Volt strained against his shackles, trying to free himself from the confinement. The cold metal did not yield. He relented, lowering himself into a sitting position.
His family would've laughed to see him in such a pathetic position. Both his families. He was supposed to be strong, a guardian. Yet here he was, imprisoned by lowly, sneaking ninja. Marret would've had the most fun.
Guilt flared up as he remembered the names of his second family: Marret, Deru, Isha, and Tenik. He was with them for only five years, but they had been the only happiness in his life. His first family had left that essential piece out
Volt curled his fingers into a fist. His first family, his birth family, had not been good to him. There was no room to grow, no chance to become something else. Tradition had been drilled into his skull, so deep he couldn't think like himself anymore. A complete loss of identity.
Volt rarely allowed himself to feel emotion, but he couldn't stop the sensation of grief, mourning the loss of his own future. Everyone chose for him. Just a puppet for someone else to use, powerless against orders. The first independent descision had been the last.
Now that ninja wanted to manipulate his strings. He refused to let her, but his dissent was received with amusement, her face wearing a superior "you just don't understand" expression.
He could do nothing productive, chained to the wall as he was. The only thing he could do was think. And remember.
Memory, a blessing and a curse, he thought. If only you could remember by choice, choose which events you want to keep. Then pain could be forgotten. But without the pain, you would make the same mistakes repeatedly.
Volt strained against the chains again. The shackles on his wrists slid slightly, and he lost his balance, slamming the back of his head on the stone wall. He was unconscious a second later.
Unbidden, the memories came, rushing forth like a flooded riverbank.
Dream: Hmmmm...
Lync: Whatcha thinking about?
Dream: Not really much. Just tired a bit.
Yumeí: I hate tests. They're exhausting.
Dream: Like you ever really take them.
Yumeí: I'm always saving the Bakugan or the universe. Or both.
Dream: I'm gonna take a nap.