AN: Second upload of the day! So, if any of you guys have ever read Warriors, this will be familiar. If not, here is a crash course in the names that Corrupted Twoie is calling everyone. Twoie's lost his memory and is acting on his animal instincts. Anything in italic and strikethrough is a memory, and anything in bold is what Twoie actually understands in regards to human speech. As for Twoie's names for the others:
Tiny Thing: Steven
Blue Pelt: Pearl
Purple Pelt: Amethyst
Red Blue Pelt: Garnet
Many Fur: Bismuth
Water Bird: Lapis Lazuli
Leaf Pelt: Peridot
Long Fur: Greg
Pink Beast: Lion
The memories shown are the last scene of Change Your Mind, Chapter 11, Chapter 14, and Chapter 46 respectively.I hope this clarifies everything! :D
It didn't know what was going on. It could not recall anything before seeing the trees surrounding It. Movement alerted It to the presence of something below. This something was tiny, much smaller than It was. And the tiny thing had strangely colored fur. Tiny Thing had a short red pelt on the top half of its body and a short blue pelt on the lower half of its body, with black fur on the top of its (his?) head. He made loud noises, unintelligible to It, so It decided to move in closer. Tiny Thing flinched when It leaned Its head down to get a closer look at Tiny Thing. "I'm a monster." The noises flashed in his thoughts. They were odd to It, but they were familiar. Monster shook the thought off and continued its (his?) inspection of Tiny Thing. Tiny Thing smelled very familiar, like comfort and sadness. He smelled like his pack, but Tiny Thing seemed scared of Monster. Monster wanted to comfort him, so he decided to leave Tiny Thing alone. Besides, that smell had reminded Monster of something.
Three creatures gathered outside the dead tree den on the sand. There was a tall one with a light peach fur and a light blue pelt covering another light blue pelt, a small one with purple fur and a tattered black pelt, and another tall one, but with black fur and a weird multi-color pelt. They were smiling and laughing about something that Monster could not recall. The night sky was illuminated by many tiny lights, and a red-orange light on small dead trees was between them and Monster.
Monster turned around. Past the cliff he was on, was the endless water. And the sand was always by the endless water. The memory called him to head towards the dead tree den, so Monster jumped from the cliff. The dead tree den (house?) was warm and cozy. But it also reminded Monster of pain. He remembered Blue Pelt yelling at him. Remembered Blue Pelt, Purple Pelt, and Red Blue Pelt attacking Monster on the sand. He remembered yelling, pain from rocks landing on top of Monster. He remembered protecting Tiny Thing from the rocks. Monster felt confused by these memories. Were they his? Of a time before he awoke in the clearing? As Monster continued walking to the sand place, he debated whether Blue Pelt, Purple Pelt, and Red Blue Pelt were pack-members or pack-enemies.
Suddenly, something smacked against his leg. Monster looked down to see Red Blue Pelt by his paw. Before he could act, another creature roared and slammed against his other paw. Monster let out a mighty bellow of pain as he saw a many colored furred creature dodge his swipe. Many Fur went flying in the wake of his attack, and before the other creatures could attack again, Monster raised one paw and slammed it onto the ground. He knew now that Red Blue Pelt and Purple Pelt were pack-enemies. Monster watched them scramble to get back up when Many Fur morphed its (her?) paws into sharp flat things. Many Fur quickly lunged at him, and the sharp flat things bit into his scales. Monster shrieked in pain, flinging his tail out to push back the pack-enemies.
He turned to face his pack-enemies. They had been joined by two more, a blue creature that seemed to be controlling water and a green creature that blended in a bit with the environment. Although the group outnumbered him, Monster knew that they could not beat him. The call to head towards the sand place (beach?) and the house was even stronger now, so Monster disregarded the weird twoleg creatures and continued his journey to the beach.
Monster did not get far before the twolegs had caught up to him and began attacking him again. He noted that Water Bird, Leaf Pelt, and Many Fur were nowhere to be seen, and Blue Pelt had joined the other twolegs in their attack. It didn't matter that their attacks were not hurting him, Monster was angry that they kept impeding his goal. He roared and charged forward, making the twolegs scatter. When he breached the tree-line and into the twoleg territory, a light flashed in his eyes and momentarily blinded him. He growled in surprise and turned to find where the light had come from. Betrayal welled up inside him when he saw Tiny Thing on top of a shiny moving beast (van?). The van sped up, but Monster was not going to let Tiny Thing get away with this. He lunged after the van, which was no much for his own speed. Monster had Tiny Thing right where he wanted him, paw poised to crush him, when he heard Tiny Thing shout "TWOIE, DON'T!" The paw halted feet above Tiny Thing. 'Twoie?'
"Twoie!" Leaf Pelt and Tiny Thing screamed as the monster that Monster was fighting tightened its hold around him. Monster struggled to break free from it. He had to protect them, he couldn't let them get hurt. "Let go of my brother!" Suddenly a pink bubble rammed into the monster, freeing Monster from its grasp. The monster disappeared in a cloud, leaving a chunk of several different colored rocks fused together.
Monster didn't understand. What were these memories? Why did Monster look different in them? Why was Tiny Thing with the pack-enemies? The pain and confusion were tearing him apart. Monster roared furiously, rising into the air and slamming his paws onto the ground. The massive shockwave tore through the beach. Sand shrouded the area, and when it cleared, Monster saw that the van was turned over. Tiny Thing popped out of the sand, and a new twoleg crawled out of the van. The twoleg was bigger than Tiny Thing, and he had long fur on his face. Tiny Thing ran over to Long Fur, and they started running away from him. Before he could follow, water wrapped around him and started dragging him towards the endless water. He swiveled his head around and saw Water Bird flying nearby. She was the one who was trapping him.
"Come on, Twoie! You're making this harder than it needs to be!" Monster dug his paws into the ground and roared, causing the water to break apart. He growled in annoyance as more water took its place. Water Bird continued yelling things that Monster could not understand. "I need help over here! He's too strong!"
Purple Pelt responded to Water Bird's call, morphing into a small bird and flying in front of him. He swiped at her as she dove at him, but Purple Pelt barreled out of the way. Monster was sick of the pack-enemies targeting him. He glared at Red Blue Pelt and Purple Pelt. "I'm sick and tired of letting you guys tell me how I should feel! When I told you guys the truth about Pink Diamond, Sapphire Insulted me, and none of you stood up for me!" Monster watched realization dawn in their eyes. That they had hurt him more than anyone ever had.
Monster struck out at Purple Pelt every time she swooped at him. In frustration, he snapped at her, almost grazing a tailfeather as she corkscrewed out of his way. Pink flashed in Monster's vision, and he perked up when he saw Tiny Thing riding on a pink creature. "TWOIE! IT'S ME! STEVEN!" Steven… Monster knew that sound. That sound meant comfort, fun, happiness, pain, guilt, regret, horror… Monster didn't like these feelings. He didn't like these memories. Everything hurt. But Tiny Thing kept bringing up things long forgotten. So as Tiny Thing ran off above the endless water, Monster decided he would follow him if only to hopefully learn why everything hurt. Once he felt the land sink far below his paws, Monster began swimming towards Tiny Thing and Pink Beast. He would not lose them. No matter how far they went.
Several hours passed. Monster was tired of swimming. He didn't want to lose sight of Tiny Thing, but as he looked around, all he saw was endless water. There were no places to rest. But, whenever Monster thought of turning around and heading back to the sand place, his instincts would scream at him to continue following. So, Monster followed.
As Monster started questioning his instincts again, he saw little rocks up ahead. It seemed like Tiny Thing was heading for the rocks, and Monster was glad to be able to rest somewhere. Confusion swarmed him when he saw the pack-enemies on the rocks. They had not followed Tiny Thing like he had, so why were they here? He was even more confused when Tiny Thing and Pink Beast did not stop on the rocks. They ran past them. Huffing at the realization that they were not resting, Monster charged after them. If he could catch them, he could force them to rest.
Just as Monster was about to lunge from the rock, he heard Red Blue Pelt roar out, "Now!" Light walls formed in front of him. He slammed into the light walls, and he arched at the buzzing that coursed through his veins. He shrieked in shock, backpedaling away from the wall, only to shriek again when his back hit another light wall. He narrowed his eyes at Tiny Thing. He did this. Tiny Thing led him here, to the tiny rock surrounded by the walls of pain. Tiny Thing betrayed him. Overcome with grief and anger, he wailed his betrayal to the heavens, clawing and headbutting the walls. He attacked them with everything he had, but the pain of the buzzing was too much, and he finally relented. Fine. He would watch the pack-enemies for an opening. There had to be a way to escape, but for now, he was tired.
There was not much space on the little rock, and the odd pebbles were uncomfortable to stand on. He tried to scrabble at them, but his leg hit the light wall, and he gave up. He looked over at the group again and noticed there were only two pack-enemies now. Monster turned his back to them and focused on the small parts of the endless water that were in the trap with him. He was hungry, and the endless water was full of fish. His keen eyes scoured the water for movement. Monster lazily swayed his tail around in the water, focusing on the depths below. There. A fish was following his tail. He swished it again, and when the fish was close enough to the surface… Splash! He speared it with his claws. It tasted good but was not nearly enough to satiate him. Monster ignored the curious noises the two pack-enemies made. Whether they were curious about his meal or his method, Monster would not share any of his prey. He kept his back to them as he continued fishing. They could starve.