Long has he waited, for your presence, your touch. Oh how you have been fated for my incredulous lust.
Chapter 2
These are obviously not your memories, then whose? You sense a presence up on the moon and without hesitation you fly up with intent curiosity. As you peer closer to the moon you notice that there seems to be another dream chamber and some fly beats bustin' out the window. Who's this douchebag?
You reach the window and gaze into the room. There's a figure hovering over the bed with what looks to be some tacky china-made sword. It seems to be the Lil' man from the memory. You're usually not one to eavesdrop but it seems he's in quite the predicament. Lil' Cal seems to have taken a liking to the lil' dude. Weird. And the kid in the aviators seems to be flipping the fuck out. Well it seems to be quite the show, actually. Cal's a pro at a game of Cat and Mouse, let's see if he's got Game. Suddenly the aviator wearing dude flys out the window and slams right into you - pretty damn hard too. You both land at the bottom of the moon-chain colliding with the surface forcefully. You manage to land nicely, so does the other kid.
You both stand 5 meters apart, examining in what seems to be a serious staring competition. The kid smiles and Swings his shitty blade at you. You feel obliged to retaliate and in-turn equip your unbreakable katana. Strife.
He lunges at you with great force and you deflect and counter at his knees, he then back-flips and splices with a swing at your head- knocking your shades off. The Dude lands his stunt to only realise his glasses have been misplaced. You stare at your opponent and he gazes back with blood red eyes. With a smirk he captchalouge's his weapon away, "I thought you'd have more game, Bro". Bro? You examine him thoroughly for a moment. Bro?
"Bro…?"
"Dave."
"Dirk."
You both glare in intent silence - damn, how it's been so long.