A/N: So this chapter might be a little bit rushed... sorry. Got sick so I only had so much time to write. Enjoy anyways!
'Claus?'
'Claus, is that you?'
'Claus, please don't leave me...'
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The whole world was just fuzz: gray fuzz, blurry movement, and nothing. Lucas could barely feel his limbs, and he didn't know if he was dreaming or not: everything felt so surreal. Footsteps seemed ten times louder than usual. He forget where he was and what he was doing. All he knew was that he was running, leaning against someone for support...
He stumbled, falling to the cold ground. His head pounded, his ears rang. A blurry figure stood over him: it was hard to tell what emotion the person felt. Lucas hoped it wasn't malice.
"Lucas!" The voice echoed in his ears. He couldn't tell who it was, but the voice was vaguely familiar... He tried to grasp an identity in his head, and unfortunately turned up empty handed.
But some of the fuzz cleared away; he could make out a red and blue baseball cap and a yellow and blue striped shirt. Yet Lucas still couldn't put a finger on the person's name...
The figure grabbed his hand a pulled him up. He swayed for balance and almost toppled over again, and luckily, he fell into a wall. He shook his head, finally getting rid of all the fuzz.
"Ness...?" The name finally came to mind, but he forgot why he was there. And who was Ness anyways? "What are we-"
"No time to talk." Ness cut him off, dragging him forwards. "We have to get out of here."
"But who are you?"
Ness stopped, eyeing Lucas curiously. "You don't remember?" Lucas shook his head.
"Amnesia," Another person stated, whom Lucas recognized as Ninten: well, just the name. Funny how he could remember names but nothing else. "Getting hit by lightning probably would do that."
There was silence for a moment.
"...Hopefully Lucas' memories come back soon," Ness responded, looking ahead in the hallway.
"I-I know you're not dangerous," Lucas replied; maybe it was his way of comforting. He always had made himself slightly calmer when he knew something wasn't dangerous, although unfortunately that didn't happen often.
"That's always a good thing." Lucas could see a small smile on Ness' face. It eased the blond's nerves a little bit, even if he still didn't fully remember who they were.
But he could finally remember why they were here; they were searching for Claus. Did they find him yet? Why couldn't he feel his pull anymore?
"It's also a good thing to stop freaking standing here and find an exit before that thing comes back." Ninten cut through Lucas' thoughts. "Or-"
A metallic thud echoed through the hallway. A flash of light lit the air just a few feet away from them, but nothing came around the corner. A few seconds passed and still nothing happened.
Except for what seemed like lightning crossing the corner.
"I hate whatever this thing is," Ninten muttered, backing from the spot where the bolt had fizzed out. "Uh, we should probably go."
But of course, that didn't happen. A giant door slammed shut behind them, like a garage door (the part unlike a garage door was the fact there was no button to reopen it). The lights dark. And silence surrounded them.
Ninten growled. "Does everything I say have to be contradicted?! ...Well, actually, whoever or whatever you are, you can't contradict that!"
"Ninten shut up!" Ness hissed. A huff came in response.
More silence, for better or worse, surrounded them. Lucas was confused as to what the "thing" was; was it really that life-threatening? Well, it probably was, but... What did it look like? Did that lightning have anything to do with it?
Okay, that was a no-brainer. Of course it did.
But wait: didn't Ninten say he got hit with that lightning? And that's why he lost his memory for a while?
Oh, what was going on? This had to be the worst time to solve anything ever.
Lucas was jolted back to reality when a flash shot right past his face. He stood stunned for a moment, before he heard footsteps coming towards him. Luckily, they weren't hostile; a bit of light from PSI revealed Ness standing in front of him.
Though Lucas didn't really notice — or maybe even care — that much. He was staring off into the darkness in the direct those lightning bolts came from. Were they even lightning bolts? He didn't care about the classification: that's what they looked like, and looked plenty dangerous if they hit.
"A-Are we going to die?" He asked no one in particular. The risk seemed too high, but there was no way to back out. He felt almost felt like giving up. But he realized that if he died... then he would never be able to find Claus.
Before a response could come, a bolt seared through the air, straight towards Lucas. He dodged it narrowly, but another one still came towards him. He didn't know anything defensive he could do... Could offensive counter offensive?
It was his only hope.
"PK Love." The hexagons sprouted at his hand and he sent them forward into the lightning. Instantly there was friction, but it was gone within a second; the shimmering PSI passed through the bolt. It even found a figure that might've been shooting off the electricity but the hexagons passed right through it.
Wait. PK Love didn't hurt that person?
For a second Lucas felt a strange connection between him and that person, like he had known them. It felt almost personal, like maybe they were friends.
And then it was gone. And instead of lightning coming for him, it was PSI.
Lucas wanted to defend himself once again, but he had obviously used too much PSI that day; his vision was getting fuzzy again and his legs grew weaker by the second. But he summoned up all the strength he had for his wish, for one last chance at survival.
'I just want to see Claus again.'
With that thought he sent off the last of his energy to the person in the other side attacking him. The PSI coming towards Lucas was no match for PK Love; it went right through and neutralized the other PSI in the process. Something fried — what, Lucas didn't know — but it seemed to affect whoever or whatever was attacking them because it stopped.
The light came back on. A figure was hunched over on the ground, clutching an arm. But Lucas barely noticed; his exhaustion took over and he fell over. He felt feverish. His limbs went numb.
His face fell towards the floor. But the last thing he noticed before he hit the ground was the fact the figure across from him had orange hair.
