Storm showered while Fat Nuggets and January cuddled on his bed. He comes out dressed in a pair of blue and black flannel pajama pants and an oversized raglan t-shirt. The front of the shirt was white, and the long sleeves and hem were dark blue.
He grinned while his fingers traced the fabric of his new pajamas, "It's amazing what you can find in random places."
He found them in the dresser while trying to figure out what to do in terms of either sleeping naked or with his clothes on. He's too self-conscious about his body to sleep naked, and he couldn't sleep with his binder on; that would be painful.
"Hey, you guys wanna watch a movie?" Storm asks.
The piglet and snow leopard cub happily oinked and chirped in agreement.
He chuckled, "What would you like to watch?"
Fat Nuggets press the remote with his front hooves and chose 'Disney +'
"Pick whatever you guys want," Storm said taking a seat on the bed.
Fat Nuggets scrolled the endless list of movies until he came across 'Frozen'; this caught January's attention on the spot. Once she saw the famous snow queen she jumped and chirped for joy.
He chuckled, "You good with 'Frozen', Bud-I mean Fat Nuggets?"
Fat Nuggets happily oinked,
"Okay then, let's watch," He said.
He turned off the lights making the atmosphere much more enjoyable, all three of them got cozy and watched. January and Fat Nuggets were heavily invested, whenever a song number appeared, they sang along or rather it was just, oinks and chirps, and they even tried to dance. The little show made Storm smile, even in the deepest despairs of Hell, cute moments like this still exist. Not even Lucifer himself could even resist the adorable innocence of these babies.
Storm couldn't help but relate to 'Elsa,' aside from the obvious icy superpowers they both have, 'conceal don't feel' your true self from the world just because other's will hate or fear you because of your differences, is a feeling Storm can easily relate to. He may not remember his living life all that much, but feeling not welcomed and excluded for being different, that's something he can remember. When the movie ended, Storm felt sleep rear it's comforting head, he glanced over to the side of the bed and gave a sleepy smile seeing Fat Nuggets and January all snuggled up innocently. He turned off the TV and laid his head on his pillow and shut his eyes.
His eyes shot open and saw that he was standing in front of a middleclass looking house, the color was light gray, and the roof had standard darker grey shingles. He was at a loss, why did this house look familiar? Did he live here? He looked over to a red mailbox that had the address; 425 and a name painted on the wooden leg; 'Park' it said, is that his last name?
He took a step toward the brown painted door in front of him, and lightly knocked. No answer, he knocks again, still nothing. Something in him is telling him to go inside and explore, he awkwardly twisted the knob and surprisingly it opened.
He opened the door to find a large living room, he felt an unusual feeling wash over him, he couldn't describe it, but it felt familiar. The walls were painted a dark beige shade and the carpet was soft and grey. A large tan leather sofa sat in the middle of everything along with a large TV accompanied with a DVD/VHS player. Wait, a VHS player; what year is this, is this still 2020? He approached the TV desk and opened its drawers beneath, lots of DVD's and video cassettes poured onto the floor.
He bent down to check them out, instant nostalgia hit him like a magic school bus. 'The Rugrats Movie,' 'Jimmy Neutron the movie' 'The Emperor's New Groove,' 'Monster's Inc,' 'Shrek,' 'Milo & Otis', 'Anastasia,' and other familiar titles laid around him. A small smile formed on his lip's as he felt the sweet warm nostalgia melt his frozen heart.
"It's like a weird sense of déjà vu, did I live here?" Storm wondered.
He put the DVD's and video's back in the TV desk and wanted to see what else was around. He glanced toward a bookshelf and saw a photo album sticking out. Curious, he took it out and wondered what was inside. The photo album was green, and the front had gold cursive letters that red, 'Precious Memories,'
"Maybe this has some answers," He thought.
He opened it and he was met with a photo of a Korean couple that looked to be about in their mid to late 20's, they wore traditional Korean wedding attire standing in front of a temple. However, they weren't smiling, they looked serious and miserable. The writing at the bottom of the photo was in Korean letters, the writing translated to 'Wedding day in Seoul 04/30/91'. He turned the next page and saw the couple again but this time the wife was heavily pregnant. She wore a white t-shirt with oversized overalls while the husband wore a red and black flannel sweatshirt. 'She's almost here' the writing below translated.
"Are these my parents?" He wondered.
They looked familiar, he turned the page hoping for an answer and he was met with a photo of a sleeping newborn baby girl in a nursery swaddled in a pink blanket wearing a matching beanie. 'Sara Mijin Park born 11/29/95 at 6pm,' Sara; is that his dead name? He turned the next page to see baby Sara was no longer pink and tiny but dressed in a blue short sleeved onesie laying in her crib happy as can be, she looks to be about a few months old.
He smiled, "Awww so cute."
When he turned the next page, that's when his silver eyes lit up; baby Sara was about two and she was dressed in a red and white striped long sleeve onesie sitting on a red chair eating a large chocolate chip cookie. A small red table with a plate of chocolate chip cookies sat on the side along with a glass of milk with a note that red, 'For Santa' while a fireplace and a mini-Christmas tree lingered in the background. The writing on the bottom translated to, 'Christmas 1997' What's weird about this photo is that she looked just like Storm,
"Is this me before I transitioned?" He wondered.
He got his answer on the next page when Sara is no longer a baby but looked to be about five or six years old; this time she wore a pink hanbok. The blouse was light pink, and the long skirt was fuchsia, and her raven black hair was tied up with a white headpiece and she looked to be standing in a spring meadow background. She was a dead ringer for him, they could be twins.
Storm was in disbelief, "What the fuck?"
This can't be him, but if it's not him, then who? Was this little girl him; was this his home? The important question is, what year is this? He put the photo album away and got up to find a calendar. He went to the kitchen and found one, he got a closer look and the date said, May 30th, 2002.
"Why do I know this date? Is it my birthday or something?" He wondered.
His thoughts came to a halt when he heard the door opening, he felt his frozen heart drop. He quickly dashed behind the couch, he felt like an intruder, hopefully they'll be understanding and won't call the cops.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck," He panicked.
He glanced up and saw who walked through the door, to his shock it was the same parents from the photos. The father was six feet tall with a slender build, his outfit consists of a buttoned up brown polo and a pair of khakis with black dress shoes. The mother had a petite build and was 5'6, her outfit was a red blouse, black trousers and black ballet flats. Out of fear and slight guilt he showed himself to them,
"I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to break in, it was an accident,"
However, they didn't see or hear him, it's like he's invisible, or a ghost.
"Sara!" The mother snapped.
Her voice sent a shiver down his spine, it sounded like thunder. A little girl slowly walks into the living room, and low and behold it was the same little Korean girl from the photos. Her clothes were a pair of light washed overall shorts with a pink blouse, matching pink socks and white sneakers. Her long black hair hid her face and her expression looked far from sweet and happy. She looked nervous like she was about to receive a spanking for breaking something.
"Did you take your time on the questions?" The father asks coldly.
Sara nods nervously, "Yes daddy."
Storm felt his stomach churn and his legs grow weak with anxiety, he could feel her scared energy from where he's standing, it was like they were the same.
"Did you skip or rush through them?" The mother asks.
Sara shakes her head, "No mommy."
"Did you get distracted?" The father hisses.
She shakes her head again, "No daddy."
"Are you telling the truth?" The mother growls.
Storm felt a lump form in his throat, why did this feel familiar?
Sara whimpered, "Yes mommy, I don't lie."
They looked at each other for a few seconds then back at poor Sara.
"Very well," The father says.
She runs upstairs to what looks like her room, from that exit she looked like she was running from a monster, or in this case the monsters were right there.
"This better work out," The mother hisses.
"It will dear, we know what's best for her," The father says.
Storm woke up gasping for air, his black polished nails gripped the blanket as frost began to form and felt his frozen heart was going to explode out of his chest.
He talked himself down, "It's okay, it's okay, it's over, it's all over."
Once his breathing and his heart settled down and the frost disappeared, he laid there in disbelief; was that just a dream or is it something more?
He felt small nudges on his hand, he glanced over and saw Fat Nuggets and January awake and worried. His anxiety attack must've woken them up, he weakly smiled and gently rubbed their heads.
"I'm okay guys, just had a weird nightmare, or whatever it was,"
They crawled under his arms and snuggled into each of his armpits, he wrapped his arms around them and felt sleep claim him once again. He didn't know what any of these dreams meant or why he's having them, but he'll find out soon.
End of Chapter 13; looks like Storm's getting a blast from the past, the question is though will he be able to accept it or run from it?