Necro: Heeeeey ;D Here's time for Chapter 2! And today I have a special guest here to help me out! Give a huge welcome to Histy!
Histoire: Hello. (ﾟДﾟ；)
Necro: So Histy, how are you today?
Histoire: I'm tired, but I decided to come here for a day as a day off to get away from Neptune's lack of work ethic. (ﾟ_ゝﾟ)
Necro: Is everything going to be okay while you're away?
Histoire: Nepgear said she would keep things under control, so I hope so. (ﾟし)
Necro: Well it's good to have you anyway. :)
Histoire: Thank you. (`ω´)
Necro: Would you like to do the disclaimer?
Histoire: Sure. Necro does not own anything in this fanfiction with the exception of Sora. All rights go to their respective owners.
Necro: That was great!
Histoire: Thanks. (`ω´)
Necro: Now on with the show!

Note: This story, unless said otherwise, will be in Sora's perspective.

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Chapter 2:
Captured

Upon regaining consciousness, I slowly opened my eyes, feeling all groggily. No longer was I paralysed, however I did feel weak, and my brain was ringing, like someone was screaming right down my ear. I don't know what they injected me with, but my head was a real killer. I used what little strength I had to push myself up from the ground so that I was now sitting, and looked around. It was dark and cold, I had no idea where I was. The place was dimly lit with candles, and using that light I could make out that I was in some underground prison. The bars gave it away, and everything else was simply rocky.

"Finally awake, huh?" I heard a voice say from next to me. I turned to face the direction and saw a familiar face.

"Brother Dylan," I replied quietly and smiled slightly. "What the fudge is going on here?"

"We've been captured by some strange men," he replied. "They caught me like two months ago, and now it seems they've also caught you."

"Wait, two months?" I replied, confused. "I spoke to you yesterday though in that chat room."

"No, you disappeared like a month before I ended up here?" he replied, also confused.

"Ugh, well my head does hurt, so I may be suffering from slight amnesia right now," I replied.

"Trying to be more like Nep?"

"Oh Nep-Nep…" I replied with a face that fangirls would typically make at the sound of their idol's name. He sighed.

"So you don't remember anything that happened in the last two months?" my friend asked me.

"No," I replied. "The last thing I remember is going to bed after having a philosophical meditation," I started before pausing momentarily. "Wait a minute, is this another dream?"

"This is no dream."

"Let's try it! Abra Kadabra! I summon a cupcake!" I said, holding my hand out, expecting a cupcake to appear out of thin air. The next thing I felt was getting a bonk on the head. "There's no need for violence!" I shouted at Dylan, rubbing my head, before holding my head because the shouting made it hurt even more.

"Can you be serious for one minute? We're locked up in a cell with no way out, and I would rather we spend our time productively to try and find a way out of this mess," he retorted. I paused before nodding in agreement.

"Alright, let's assume what you say is true, perhaps you could fill me in on the details? Remember, I'm an amnesiac right now, so talk to me in a way that even the readers could understand," I replied. He just stared at me for a long time before sighing.

"Alright," he said and started to tell his story. "So basically, I awoke floating down a river, no idea where I was, but once I swam to land, there were people waiting for me. They caused me to go unconscious, and then I awoke here later that day."

"You awoke in a river?" I replied with a slight laugh. "Sorry but, of all the places to wake up, good thing you can swim."

"Anyway," he replied, ignoring my entire comment. Rude! "Since them I've been a captive here for around two months, they fed me to keep me alive, but they kept injecting me with stuff, claiming it was for science, or something."

"It's like you were captured by aliens and they kept probing you," I replied. Another bonk on the head. I should stop with this.

"Maybe you'll feel differently once they've tested on you."

"…Do you remember anything else?" I replied, changing the subject back.

"Well before they last thrown me in here, they said there were sights of something falling from the sky, and that they should investigate and bring it back here. As far as I know; you're the only thing they've brought back."

"Oooh, I fell from the sky and survived? I told you I was a god. Immortality and what-not, hehe," I replied. "Oh wait! These times always end up leading to a fan service scene…" I added, staring at Dylan for a long moment before standing up and running over to the bars and banging on them. "No no no no no! I refuse to let this happen! Somebody let us out of this place right now!" I screamed at the top of my lungs.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you…" he replied. I looked back at him, wondering what he meant, and soon I found out. I was poked with an electrical item of sorts, sending shockwaves through my entire body, causing me to fall back."

"Be quiet in there," the person responded with a tired voice. He must be the guard.

"Can you at least tell us where we are?" I asked quietly.

"You're in a secret underground prison located on the outskirts of Laststation, now will you shut up?" I stayed quiet for a moment until the guard walked away, then I turned my gaze towards Dylan.

"Hey… you realise he just said we're in Laststation… yes?" I said to him with a slight glare.

"Yes, what of it?"

"Why didn't you tell me sooner?! O_O That means we're in Gamindustri!" I replied rather loudly.

"Not that it matters given we're locked up in here. I wonder what our shippers would say if they found out about us living together alone in a dark cage for days on end."

"Now who's the one that's making jokes? -_-" I sighed.

"What's with the emoticons anyway? You realise you don't need to put them in speech?" he asked, changing the subject.

"I like it! O.o Plus it helps show the readers what weird faces I'm making given they can't actually see us. (`ω´)" He sighed.

"Anyway, how do you think we came here? And if you say it's because you're a god or call it a dream, I'll hit you on the head again," he threatened.

"So rude!" I replied and thought for a moment. "I dunno actually, all I remember is wishing for it, like I've never wished for anything before… and next I know I'm here," I replied before shrugging. "But who knows, this could all just be some elaborate prank and we're secretly being recorded. I bet there's secretly some creeper writing down every action we make, every word we speak, just to make a story from it to release to the public… scary." He laughed slightly. I smiled.

"I don't think this is a prank, given they've kept me here for two months."

"Unless you're part of the prank and I'm the victim," I said.

"No, I don't have anything to do with-" he started before an explosion could be heard.

"What in the blazes was that?!" I shouted.

"An explosion."

"Have we been saved?!" I shouted in relief.

"I hope so, but I will be rather annoyed if I've had to suffer here alone for two months, and on your first day, somebody comes to save us…"

"Are you saying you want me to suffer? Didn't know you were such a sadist," I retorted in a joking manner.

"Weren't you the one that was sadistically flirting with everyone online a few months back?" he retorted.

"Touché."

Another explosion. We stayed silent, wondering what was going on, watching as guards ran through the hallways. Eventually, somebody ran in the opposite direction, except this time, they stopped in-front of the cell. A young woman, dressed in black and grey with two long, white, ponytails.

"So you must be the prisoners," she said, looking at us from outside the cell.

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Necro: Aaaaaaand, that'll be all for chapter two! :'D Short, but hope you enjoyed. Mostly just conversation fluff, actual story should be starting next chapter though. Slow start, so sorry. ;-;
Histoire: Well it's over now anyway.
Necro: It is! Thank you so much Histy for helping with the emoticons. 3
Histoire: That's okay.
Necro: So yeah, let me know what you thought, and any suggestions and criticism would be great. :) If there's any confusion, feel free to ask! Thanks for reading! Now I'm going to go make some tea for myself and Histy, as celebration for a job completed!
Histoire: (`ω´)