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Session 6

Nostalgic Memories

It was funny.

Just mere hours ago, the various characters of this multiverse had been forced to fight to the 'death' within the ruins of Heck. But thanks to the sacrifice of an unknown group of individuals, the situation was easily averted and peace was returned to the tropical paradise for the temporary and eternally dead. Soon, work would begin to restore the world to its former glory.

But for Aaron Larson, it meant something else entirely.

He had dressed simply that day, deciding upon a grey t-shirt and black track pants with a pair of brown loafers. Not that you could really tell, judging from the light brown trenchcoat that covered his body. Finishing off his look was a pair of weathered cyan eyes and a short mess of blondish brown hair that sort of went with slight stubble on his chin. One would possibly think that this person was in their early to mid teens. No, our final protagonist looked to be in his mid to late twenties, somehow not broken by this brutal world.

"I guess all good things have to come to an end eventually." Aaron thought as he waved goodbye to one of the many departing trains. One by one, their leads were heading off across the digitalverse with no way to even contact them. But that was a problem with a future solution. For now, he and his partner had a bigger problem. "Are you alright, Cutemon?"

The pink rabbit beside him nodded as they stared out towards the endless void. The last of the trains were now becoming just small white blips within the 'void', a mocking tone to both of them. If he could, he would eternally chase after each one, asking the patrons what they knew. Maybe then, he would understand. Even if he could reach out to them, would they even listen? Or even care to answer his question without any question. It was these uncertainties that made his job so difficult.

"What's wrong?" Cutemon inquired as he cautiously stared back at his human. Currently, Aaron was examining a ratty black notebook that looked just about ready to fall apart.

"Nothing." Aaron whispered and made a quick glance at his partner. "I was just thinking about her."

He took a deep breath and shoved the notebook into his faded yellow backpack. It had been at 'tens of thousands of years' since he had last seen her and everyone else, making this brief interlude a welcome sight. It was almost a victory, if they had been able to stay together. Yet, duty called.

"Ooh." Cutemon added and got up onto his master's shoulder as the two made their way along the train platform. While most of the area looked empty, they couldn't possibly be the only ones who still needed to leave Heck for parts unknown.

"Need a lift?" a voice announced and Aaron turned around, finding a troll in a police uniform standing before them. Strangely, a large comb-shaped mustache sat below his nose, even through trolls can't really grow moustaches.

"Yes, we actually are." Aaron answered and the troll smiled. "We need to get to Drogaciji Academy, think you can get us there?"

The troll did a double take and smiled.

"That's the same place I'm going!" he announced, only to clear his throat. "Officer EMT, at your service."

"Aaron Larson." Aaron explained and shook EMT's hand. "Master detective."

"Cutemon." Cutemon added and reluctantly shook the troll's other hand. While he did seem quite nice, one couldn't be too sure. With the introductions now over, the trio made their way over to a large armored vehicle and entered.

Compared to the cold and uninviting exterior, the interior was quite the opposite. A bunch of nice leather seats lined the sides, actually being more comfortable than what you would find in most cars. A pair of fuzzy dice hung in front of the windscreen, which went quite well with the beaded curtain separating the living quarters from the driving area.

Officer EMT then sat down in the front passenger seat as Aaron and Cutemon sat down behind him. The troll then revved the engine up and the armored vehicle drove off the edge of Heck...

Only to begin falling to their uncertain doom. Which, was probably not the greatest one would want to face right away. Strangely, Officer EMT was totally fine with all of this and was casually humming some tune from some magical girl anime, possibly Negima?! or DokiDoki Precure. As he did that, Aaron and Cutemon were screaming for their lives.

"Give me a second." EMT shouted as he got up from his seat, pulling a rocket launcher out. While that happened, Aaron also got up and pulled a vial of purple stuff out.

"Need some help?" Aaron inquired and approached their captain. If he really wanted too, he could just do the job himself. Yet, something about the troll seemed to make him want to work together. Though, this probably be the only chance he would actually get.

"I guess."

The two made their way towards the door of the vehicle and opened it up. All around them, the gaping jaw of the void opened up, ready to pull them in and never let them go. Aaron stepped into the door frame first and smashed the vial into it.

A pair of purple hands then shot out, faintly grabbing hold of both the detective and the troll. The duo then took their first steps out, cautiously making a glance behind them as they made the next set of them. With that done, the duo made their way to the back of the vehicle as the void got closer and closer.

Nonetheless, the two got to work on the back. While neither knew what was wrong with the vehicle, they would just have to figure it out.

"Maybe we just need to jump-start the motor?" Aaron suggested and Officer EMT sighed, shooting a missile into the delicate piece of automotive technology. "Are you crazy?!"

"Yes, you're quite accurate in that observation." EMT answered as a loud roar emanated from the engine. "It has quite the benefits to make up for it, though."

The two then laughed and made their way back to the door, cautiously making sure they didn't fall off and into the abyss below.

"So off to Drogaciji Academy then?" Aaron suggested and EMT nodded as they reentered the vehicle. The two then sat themselves down into their respective seats as the vehicle headed off, saying one final goodbye to the void below them. They soared up into the air, dimensional space engulfing them in it's massive grip. "Can I ask you something?"

"Sure." EMT answered, turning to look at the detective. "It's about the mustache, isn't it?"

"Yeah." Cutemon reluctantly added. Officer EMT then laughed and cracked a smile.

"It was a gift from my father before I headed into service. Aaron watched as EMT reminisced. In a way, he pitied the troll. "When you're gone nearly every day of the year with very few holidays, having some part of family helps with the homesickness. So, what's your story?"

Aaron took a deep breath and pulled his notebook out.

"I lost all of my friends an eternity ago." he whispered as Cutemon walked over. "They had been kidnapped by a mysterious man after accepting some of his candy. That was also the day, I met Cutemon."

Officer EMT turned away from his cockpit, placing his left hand on Aaron's shoulder.

"I can understand."

"Do tell."

Officer EMT took a deep breath and sighed.

"My first assignment was to follow a pair of individuals, see where their adventure took them. One escaped, the other got stuck in a endless loop."

"That's a shame." Cutemon whispered and gave the troll police officer a cautious glare. "But can we talk about something else."

"Cutemon..."

The rabbit didn't answer, choosing instead to just turn away.

"Sorry about that." Aaron whispered and took a deep breath. "If there is anything that you need from us, just ask."

"Sounds good." EMT answered and returned his attention to the cockpit.

The rest of the 'flight' quickly passed, with their paths parting upon arrival at Drogaciji Academy. For Officer EMT, it meant driving right through the front door.

For Aaron, it meant waiting for a small yellow bus to arrive. There he would possibly find that man. Maybe then, he could settle this...

Notes:

With that, our main human characters have appeared. I wonder how they will interact with each other.

Next Time: Welcome to Drogaciji Academy! Be careful of the madhouse.