Moonlight had shined through the window only to beam straight into Bloo's face. It was bedtime, so everyone else was snoozing away except for him. For some odd reason he couldn't sleep. He swore he was tired prior to hitting the hay, but he couldn't tell whether the moon's rays or whatever was on his mind was at fault.
Wait...Something was on his mind? Either way, the moonlight wasn't making it better. He couldn't figure out why he was acting this way. Maybe a few rounds in the arcade room might take his mind off things. He'd have to keep it down, but...since when did he start developing courtesy for others? Was it because of Berry? She has been clingy, but not has willing to go above and beyond to have him all to herself. To him, everything just felt...different.
He made it to the arcade, and sat on one of the two beanbags always resting in front of the TV. For days after getting Galaxy Wars, this was always his routine: wake up, bathroom, breakfast with friends, hang out with Berry, gaming, lunch with Berry, hang out with Berry, gaming with Berry, dinner with Berry, gaming with…
Berry just includes herself in everything he does after breakfast, and she still proclaims to not be clingy? She had even given him so many handmade sweaters...How did she get so much yarn to begin with? Either way, he oddly didn't mind it. She takes care of him, so he should be happy, right?
...So why does he still feel empty?
The more he kept being lost in thought caused him to lose focus on the game multiple times. Levels that he had passed with ease before became a waste to continue. He had only been playing for about thirty minutes. Surprisingly, he had never touched the game's story mode. It had always been arcade mode, and wondering how far he could go. There were times that he had offered Berry to play beside him and she did get the hang of it, but this particular feeling that latched onto him didn't feel normal. Was she the one he always liked playing with? Why did he feel like there was someone far better at this?
...Why did he think he was forgetting something important?
He looked over at the empty beanbag chair, trying to imagine what or who used to sit there. The sounds of the repetitive "Game Over" eventually made him turn the game off and stroll somewhere else.
Passing over the set of stairs towards the foyer, he oddly recalled a performance here. He moved to the dining hall and recalled multiple instances of something being a wiz at making and clearing dishes. At the library, he recalled that this place was a common hang out spot. He walked down the halls only to come across Berry's room. Wait...this was always her room? Why was he thinking it wasn't? Why were these memories coming back in pieces? Why couldn't he remember the main thing about them?
...Why did he remember he was kissed here?
No...It couldn't have been from Berry. To this day he confirms that she never had. Besides, it'd be a weird question to ask. His head was nearly aching with these memories until something came to mind: the giant yarn ball.
He hurried to the theater as quiet as he could...only to discover that it was no longer there. But why? Was it thrown out? Did it get used for something else? It was the key to everything. Surely he was connected to it somehow. Surely everyone else was too! They were all here! He was forgetting someone.
He had loved someone. He had confessed here. There was a figure that looked so much like Berry, and he felt horrible that he kept blanking. He felt depressed. He was nearly on the verge of tears. Maybe he should try Galaxy Wars again and focus this time.
"I don't want to be left in the dark…" he whispered, while entering the arcade room to sit in the chair. "I just need a sign. Come on, brain...give me something that I can work with…!"
"...Respect my sister's name…and smile..."
Bloo's eyes widened while he was deep into a level. Hearing it made him drop the controller. The sound of the voice came from outside the room. The words were familiar. The voice was familiar. Berry...had a sister…the name finally clicked.
Was that who was outside!? He thought no one would be up this late!
He rushed to exit into the hall...No one was there. Was his mind playing tricks on him? He could've sworn he heard a voice! Regardless...tears ran down his face. His memory was back, but it's clear that his reaction to it was nothing like the others. It was like his heart was ripped in half as he sunk down to the floor.
"Cherry…" he sobbed quietly. "I've been doing that...but it's been tough without you by my side…!"
The unknown figure could hear his sobs from the end of the corridor. Listening from afar had only made them wish the emptiness could disappear.