11: Memory

Fox leaned against the wall of Hyrule Castle, relaxing after a day of fighting. He looked across the grassy plains, taking in the view – and he just shrugged at it. He honestly preferred towering skyscrapers and cool cyberpunk stuff mixed in with his nature. However, it certainly beat looking at lands full of dinosaurs, he had to admit.

His chill time was interrupted by the sound of scurrying feet on cobblestone. Fox tilted his head to see his friend approaching him. "Heya, pipsqueak."

"H-Hey Fox." Pikachu greeted him nervously. His cute face was distorted into a frown, which would easily garner anyone's sympathy, because who would be happy around an upset Pikachu?

"What's wrong?"

"Well, I'm in a little trouble…"

"Deal with it. With your fists." Fox answered with a casual air. "You're a fighter, and I know you're a good one."

"Thanks, but –"

Fox knelt down next to him, looking him eye to eye. "Pikachu. You got this. Believe in yourself." He gave his little friend an assuring smile.

Pikachu smiled back, but he still had hesitations. "It's not a fighting problem though, Fox…"

"Well… can it still be solved through violence?"

"No. It's, um, I actually need help looking for a wallet." A brief flash of annoyance appeared on the electric rat's face. "I don't know why, but I can't hold more than, like, 50 rupees?"

"Oh. Yeah, that sucks." Fox sighed, feeling his pain. "I don't know what's with this place and money. Why the hell do I we need wallets to carry things when we have pockets?"

"I know, right? It's so stupid!" Pikachu said, reflecting a bit of Fox's abrasive personality.

"God, yeah." Fox stood up, looking back toward the entrance of Hyrule Castle proper. "I don't know what to do about that wallet situation, but let's go ask Master Hand or Link for help, okay pal?"

Fox woke up, trying to hang onto the threads of the dream he had. He had been taking a nice well deserved rest, allowing Meta Knight to pilot their vessel. He groggily glanced at the knight behind the wheel before turning his thoughts toward that dream. It felt like a memory, but it was all so foggy. He didn't remember being like that… or was he? The lupine wasn't sure. Maybe he's just tired. Deciding that to be the truth of his situation, Fox went right back to sleep.