Disclaimer : I do not own Three Delivery, but I do own this plot. =]

The midnight sang for the moon, and the stars around it beamed in its glory. The city was barely awake this night, only a few brave ones were out in this hour, knowledgeable of the dangers it could pull on them.

A young boy, only in his teens, hid behind a shadowed building before peeking over the corner. Tense, he brought his hand to his face and wiped off any remnants of sweat that was coming upon him with nervousness. As he did this, his halfly-white halfly-black hair shifted and cringed with moisture upon his face. This may not be the first time he had done this, but he still felt guilty from it.

Over the corner, a man, in his middle-age, carried an open lidded box and proceeded to walk to the trunk of the truck that promised to swallow him whole, and placed the container on the surface. He grumbled under his breath profusely and cracked his sore neck, then, when his back was turned, the boy ran quickly and unsuspectingly, and ran towards the box that was just placed in the large truck. Thinking fast, he dug his hand inside and mustered up all the food he could carry.

An angry bark was hurtled behind the boy, and he turned to see the previous man, pulsing in fury, "Get your dirty hands off the merchandise, kid!"

The child, now trembling in fear, hugged the objects closer to his chest, and darted to the nearest escape. The man grabbed a metal bar he kept to his truck and followed him. The adult pressed the weapon against his free hand, readying himself to beat the thief.

Back with the boy, he ran into a dark alley, covered by the shadows and mystery of light. Seeing his exit blocked with a looming fence, he panicked and surveyed his surroundings for any place of shelter. He gulped the lump stuck in his throat when footsteps approached him, and he knew there was no where to run.

There was a sudden flash, and the man strolled in the narrow dead end, the metal stick in hand. He glanced around menacingly, and when seeing no perpetrator, he went back dejectedly to whence he came from muttering about "stupid orphans" and "homeless children tainting his business".

When he had gone, there was movement in the corner, and it was uncovered as the boy who had stole from him. Too bad he didn't linger there; he would have caught his suspect. The lucky boy grinned at his accomplishment from behind a wooden crate and shoved his face into a loaf of fresh bread. His stomach purred in satisfaction from receiving nutrition as he continued his raid with no regrets.

He tensed when he heard fast-paced footsteps near him, and when they had gone, had he finally relaxed. 'Get yourself together Tobey,' the boy thought to himself. 'He's not coming back for you; he thinks you're a waste of time anyway.' Empty handed, the boy reached for another piece of bread next to him.

In deep thought, the boy ate his food absentmindedly, going through each loaf obliviously until when he stretched his hand out for more, there was none. If the homeless boy would cuss, he would have screamed them out loud to the world. 'Great, just great,' Tobey thought dejectedly. 'I'm in trouble with Deathclaw, now I have to pay the price by starving to death.'

Tobey brought his hands to his face and rubbed them, in attempt to comfort himself. As soon as he felt his spirits gain strength once again, he regained his. Releasing his face, he muttered to himself, "You can do this Tobey! You didn't run just to give up and die." With a determined expression, he surveyed the area outside of the alley before running blindly to a safe place. He needed to get away, away from his master.

The street lights basking in his glory, Tobey's awkward run turned into a merry stroll as he felt his sides beginning to cramp. "Man, I shouldn't run after eating, too painful." He clenched his teeth together as an invisible force prodded his stomach unmercifully. It was dark out, so there were a handful of people out still walking, and Tobey didn't have any problem of hiding his bruised wrists.

He glanced down at them. They were already turning purple, and were battered and burned almost right down to the bone. Old skin was peeling off, and dried blood was still present. Tobey crinkled his nose at the smell of metal piercing his senses as it also set into his mouth and he spat in distaste.

His clothes was torn and weary from his journey he had traveled for approximately two days without resting, and under them was his flesh clinging tightly around his bones. His mid-section of his body was also encrypted with scars, reminding him of the torture he went through. Most were on his back, but his whole entire body was still very sore.

Tobey shivered when an upcoming bone-chilling wind whipped at his face, and attempted to pull the fabric of his sleeveless shirt over his bare arms. After two whole minutes, his cramps were gone, but unfortunately, they were replaced with many hunger pangs. Feet shuffling against the hard sidewalk, he walked up the now empty street with houses that felt empty as well, since there was no more light coming from the windows.

He came to a sudden stop when there were no more houses at either side of him, but instead, water gushing below the bridge he was on. In front of him was a small town, and the bridge he was on and another that was on the opposite side connected to it. Loud noises came from the place and the various lights that it produced made Tobey reach for it, hypnotizing him.

The troubled teenager took the time to take in the beautiful site, and sucked in the taste of the waters and its soothing swaying music. He could feel the burden that had stuck onto him for months release, out of his system. Tobey could almost feel as if he was free to roam to surrounding environments without stopping, unless to appreciate the wonders of the architecture. But, this place felt… different. As if there was a bonding string around him and the city he was facing that could never be cut.

The more he pondered about it, the more Tobey became frustrated. There was nothing special about this place; it's just another town that makes lights that attract people to buy things for their own profit. Just like every other one.

The white-forelocked boy reluctantly agreed, but his heart wouldn't have it. His mind was made up, but he was still curious about the relationship he had with the town. Was it the pretty lights, the wonderful smells from the vendors? Or the welcoming humming of the active people there while the city behind him was dead? Tobey did not know.

Hesitantly, he trotted down the sleeping bridge with caution. As he came closer, the city grew in size, making the teenager feel small, in person and in confidence. 'Man, it was so much smaller back at the beginning at the bridge. What am I even doing? I don't even know where I'm going, and this place is HUGE! I'm going to get lost in here!' He glanced at the passersby that stared at him with mixed emotions, some confused, some even gave unwelcoming eyes. 'And the people here… some don't seem that friendly. I'm going to have to watch my step and my mouth.'

Tobey tensed his back to erect it when prying eyes moved onto his form and continued to stare at him. Was there something wrong with him? Was it his clothes and outward appearance? His strange, yet natural hair?

It could be you're good looks.

He came to an immediate stop when the voice spoke into his ear. The boy lashed his body to turn behind him, falling into a defensive position on instinct.

There was no one there, but the eyes of all the people turned into pools of fear and anxiety. In irritation, he shouted at them, "What are you all looking at?!?" Many went back to what they were doing, but a few still gazed at him. He proceeded to travel down the packed street, angered at himself. 'So much for watching my mouth…'

Oh whatever, you know that no one else ever watches it… other than girls…

When Tobey had first heard the voice, he was dazed, and couldn't concentrate on the source, but now he was prepared and could sense it coming from within him. He gave little side glances at any suspicious looking people before responding.

Who are you, and what are you doing in my head? He snapped in annoyance.

Whoa, no need to get testy. It replied with a chuckle that only made him more furious.

Answer the question!

Okay, okay, calm down buddy. Sheesh!

..Well? I'm waiting. Tobey thought while snaking through oncoming persons that came his way. Outside, Tobey was calm and alert, and he intended to keep it like that. He had enough troubles.

I'm, uh, you're… you're conscious! Yeah, and, umm, I came to tell you that this is all a- a dream!

But I don't feel sleepy…?

Trust me, you are.

Tobey paused to check, and he said to his 'conscious', Yeah, dude, you're a horrible liar.

No I'm not!

So, you're admitting the fact that you're lying?

What? I never said I was lying!

You never said you weren't, and trust ME, I can tell you are. Now tell me, who are you?

There was silence for a few moments, and during those moments, Tobey went to a store and leaned onto its large glass moments. Knowing that the voice wouldn't respond, like in a conversation in person, he prodded them mentally until they told him.

The voice sighed, You wouldn't believe me.

What's there not to believe? Tobey countered and he slid down the building into a sitting position, feeling that this conversation would take more than a few minutes.

I'm your memories of the past.

Right, and I'm the king of all Ice Cream.

Ooh, really?!

No.

Ah, man!

Focus, what do you mean by 'memories'?

I mean that something happened to you and I was forced out of your exception. Now, I can't make you remember anything that has happened in your life.

…

Believe me! I wish I could help you, but your body won't accept me.

Okay, one, you're a freaky voice inside my head. Two, you claim to be my memories, and three, no one else can here you, for all I know, there is two things that could be happening here: I could be going crazy, or you're telling the truth. I guess since you're part of my mind I have to believe you?

Yup.

Fine, but since you're my memories as you say you are, tell me why this town is so special to me.

I can't.

You can't?! What are you talking about! You're my memories! You can't be serious! …are you a fraud?

No! It's just that I can't help you remember, you need to on your own. I can't tell you anything until an epiphany knocks you in the head.

What?!

I have to go now, ever since Deathclaw, I've been trying to contact you, but the barrier in your mind is too strong, and I can't hold out that much longer since I am too weak right now. See you after a few more months!

Wait, what?- wait, don't go!

But the presence of the mysterious tone vanished and Tobey was left in his own wonder and perplexity. A town that he was connected to but never knew about? A voice that is said to be his past memories? Deathclaw? It was all becoming overwhelming to him.

Tobey observed as the scattered crowd of people diminished, but stayed. Something was pushing against his thigh and he stuck his tongue out in habit while his palm sought out the unknown, bulky item. He grasped it, and pulled out his hand to spot a bracelet in his pocket. 'It matches the belt I'm wearing…Hold on a sec, isn't there supposed to be two bracelets?'

Shrugging it off, he opened the wristlet and closed it around his wrist with a snap. Raising his right arm, he twisted it and surveyed the mistaken jewelry in awe. It felt completely natural to have the trinket slightly squeezing near his hand. He actually felt happy that he had it. Probably because it was nice to know that you own something when you're considered nothing.

Eyes heavy, he let out a low yawn and stretched out his limbs in contentment. 'Man, being confused sure takes a lot out of you! Might as well find some stuff to sleep with or on.' Stepping into a clean and deserted alley, Tobey rummaged thoroughly for anything that may assist his goal. He pulled up a rectangular container that could act as a hard pillow, but now the only problems would be the blanket, and shelter.

In the corner of his eyes, he could distinguish a flapping curtain on the apartment on the wall he was facing. Issue: It was two stories up high. Tobey ran back as far as he could till the opposing wall was pressed up on his back, and then dashed over to the other wall. His jump was far, but his hand barely grazed the fabric. After many tries and a sore neck from falling, Tobey began to fell discouraged and almost went back to go without a blanket, when a struck of determination slapped him in the face.

The teen eyed the cloth while it waved at him tauntingly. Narrowing his dark pools, he ran backwards and made a short leap at the wall adjacent with the curtain. His legs automatically recoiled and sprang, and he was sent flying through the air. Concentrating on landing properly, he altered his movement so that he would reach the wall safely. Jumping off the walls, he snatched the curtain in one swipe successfully.

When his sight fell into focus again, Tobey found the long, warm drape wrapped around his arms. Horrified and disgusted, he threw the innocent object onto the ground.

'How the hell did I do that?'

Tobey was hoping to the voice to speak to him, explain how he did it, but his mind felt devoid, both from memories and his past memories. There was silence, both in the world around him and inside of himself. He growled in agitation and kicked a nearby paper that had been blown into the alleyway. Walking away, he left the shift made blanket on the cold, unforgiving floor.

Suddenly, his vision turned white and he panicked when he couldn't see anything. Clawing at his face, the same paper that was once on the ground was now in his hands. In anger, he was about to toss the slightly dirty rectangle into the street, where the cars would smash it into many, small pieces, but reconsidered when he saw the advertisement on it.

Wu's Garden

Free Delivery!

5829 Oxford Avenue

(582)-785-6815

"The food here is Wu-nderful!"

Order now!

The description was in the middle, surrounded by wonderful, or as the advertisement would call it "Wu-nderful!", pictures of the crew that worked there. The one who covered the whole left part was a rather large man, his belly extended and pushed the protective kitchen suit worn on his front side, with a thinner and more muscled boy pulled over to his side with a comforting arm. An old lady had her hand on the obese man with a scolding expression but had a smile showing on her withered face. Tobey sighed in despair at the public display of affection, they were obviously family. Why didn't he have a family?

Eyes glassy, he turned back to the paper and spotted two persons on the right corner with their small figures. He blinked out the remnants of the tears he had almost shed with unknown remorse. It was a boy, his hair falling down and hugging his cheeks wearing a black shirt and a stiff complex. Beside him was a girl, possibly his sister, with the same unexpressive, cold eyes with a crimson sweater and a dark bracelet clinging onto her wrist.

Tobey stared at the two in the advertisement while his insides seemed to jump to and fro with mixed emotions. There, too, was a bond with them he had with them, just like the town he was in right now, and he wanted to run to the restaurant and ask where they were to find them and talk to them. But, also, he wanted to stay away, feeling somehow ashamed that he had wronged with them. Tobey chose the last, unsure of even how all of the events that had been presented had happened, and only felt to have a good night's sleep.

Folding the sheet in a sloppy square, he kept it in his pocket for safe keeping, for he knew that somehow he would need it soon. Back into square one, he found himself gazing at the curtain that he had thrown before sighing and picking it up and forgiving it, but never forgetting the happening.

'Now, all that's left is the shelter.' Tobey thought tiredly, stepping further into the dark alley. Finding a stack of abandoned boxes, he figured to create one out of them.

"Huh, these boxes are empty," He pondered aloud when he took the first one, noticing its lightness, and carried it. "Just like me…" He added with a pinch of sorrow.

Arranging the containers in a certain organization, Tobey clapped off any dust on his palms and stood back to admire his new home. It was perfectly aligned so that no precipitation would fall through it, and had enough space for his futon along with a box with a smaller one that would act as his seat and table when, and if, he finds food. Nice, simple, and clean.

The night sky let out a feeble growl as dark clouds began to huddle together in fright. A drop fell onto Tobey's hand, and he hurriedly rushed into his little home. Sensing loneliness drawing upon him, he scrunched his body together and hugged his knees as the rain hurtled fiercer each minute.

A loud and mighty roar woke Tobey from his deep thinking, and by the time he noticed, the light drizzle formed into a full-blown rainstorm. He stayed in his tense position for a few moments before reaching into his pocket and pulling out the paper he had found. Gazing at them one more time, he crumpled the sheet back and placed it back into his side. He lay on the hard floor, blanket draped over his whole body, with many questions shooting through his mind. Who were they? Where was he? When was his next meal? What was he going to do next?

They plagued his head for several minutes before feeling his world becoming hazy and drowning into the darkness that he welcomed comfortably and that he knew he would enjoy.

AN: Look, I've been noticing that I've been neglecting my other stories (Sasusaku) but I just want to get this idea out of my head first before I forgot it.

When I first saw this cartoon, I thought, "Meh, must be another boring show." I watched an episode, and I sort of enjoyed it. Then, I watched some more and more, and now I'm disappointed that there are no videos on even Youtube to watch for their episodes. I saw the NickToons Network page, and got to see the first three or four episodes, but I know that there are more to watch, we're at episode 22 now! So, if there's a place to watch the episodes, please tell me.

When I first saw Tobey, I immediately took a liking to him. He looked awesome, with the white forelock, and he had a funny personality, despite his dark past, and I admire that whatever seemed to scar him, he forgot (not completely though I think) about it. He was very clueless, which adds to his funniness. Now, no offense to others, I am a Tobue fan. (Cheers! :D)

There are in many episodes which hint that it was hard for Sue and Sid to fight without Tobey, and I thought about that for a while. In the Fear Factor episode, Nana mumbled about "Taking Tobey back" and many ideas flowed throughout my mind. Kong Li being his father (which would be so awkward since he tried to kill him many times for the recipes, and that it sort of copies the Star Wars act), Kong Li being a child abuser, and so on. Then, I dug deeper and thought deeper for a great story. Then, a perfect thought hit me: Amnesia.

So, in this story, you'll be seeing what happened to Tobey, and how he overcomes his amnesia.