Prompt: ok this is it but 18. waking up with amnesia au + WILD CARD MOTHERFUCLLER

You're quite sure you have a name, but at the moment, you're not entirely sure what it was. The lady looking after you makes sure to remind you every time you forget—which is often—but she's not exactly home right now, so until she gets back you'll just have to go about your day without a name or a hint of any identity you might've had before your memory decided to go kaput.

You don't really mind so much. The lady looking after you gives you lots of work to do around the house, so you don't have much time to dwell on things.

You're thankful to her for this.

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Your first memory is waking up. Your first memory is always waking up. You know this for a fact, but what happens in between the times you wake up is a blur sometimes.

In one of the memories where you wake up, you are in a bed with your body in tatters, the lady looking after you sobbing grossly as she tries to put the pieces back together. You don't think she was aware you woke up, because she was talking to you in a way she never does when she knows you can hear her.

"I'm sorry", she keeps saying, over and over again, "I'm sorry honey, I messed up, I'm sorry, please come back, please don't leave me again—!"

Your memory of that event fades out soon after. Sometimes when you're not working and you have time to reflect on the memories you have, this memory makes you feel an ache in your chest. Like you've forgotten something important.

You wouldn't put it past yourself. You always forget the important things.

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The lady that looks after you knows many people. Sometimes they visit the house where the lady lives. Sometimes, you're free to roam the house as you usually do, or are called into the parlor to talk with the guest because they have a keen interest in your condition.

Usually, you're told to go to your room, and not come out until the lady comes to find you.

You make sure to follow this rule. You don't remember any reason why you're sent to your room, but you trust the lady looking after you. She keeps you in good shape after all, and she always reminds you of your name when you forget it.

You're thankful to her for this.

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You finish your work around sunset, and the lady looking after you comes home not long after. She asks you if you've completed your work, and you say that you have. She says that is good, because the Necropolis only agreed to fund your upkeep if you were made into a warrior or a servant, and they're not exactly keen on the idea of a servant that doesn't do any work.

You say that you knew that, but you don't mind being told again.

You say that you missed her.

You say also, perhaps a little sheepishly, that you've forgotten your name again, and would she mind telling you once more?

The lady laughs, causing all the small skulls on her robes to light up.

"Again?" she asks, "This is the third time in as many weeks! Maybe you should write it down so you don't forget as much."

You say you're sorry for forgetting so quickly, but the lady waves you off. Undead aren't exactly known for their great memory she says, and you didn't exactly have a brain either.

You didn't have much of anything really, which is why your repairs were so expensive and you needed the lady to look after you and make sure your current body didn't dissolve into nothing like the last one did.

The lady tells you your name and ruffles your hair. She asks if you want to hear about how her day went. You nod rapidly, more eager to hear her talk than to hear what she has to say.

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You forget what she tells you by the next time you wake up.

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You don't remember this, but one time someone had broken into the house you shared with the lady who looks after you. It had been late in the evening, past when both you and the lady that looks after you would have gone to bed.

At the time, you expected to find some kind of bloodwolf, or someone from Amityvale who didn't want the lady living in their town anymore, past heroics be damned. You expected something monotonous that you could look at, deal with, and return to your room.

Instead you saw the lady looking after you wreathed in venom green fury, holding back a haggard looking woman with no less than three skeletal summons.

The woman was screaming.

"Hero! Hero will you just put me down and listen for one second! What you're doing is wrong! I miss him too, but—"

"But nothing," the lady said harshly, motioning for the summons to bind the strange woman even tighter. "How I choose to deal with my grief is my own business, and I expect you to respect that, Riadne. Some friend you are."

"This isn't about friendship Hero, this is about you stealing what was left of Tomix's soulthreads and stuffing them into some patchwork monster!"

The lady's eyes lit up like a star of rage and you saw an explosion of venom colored magic.

The next day when you woke up, you were tasked with cleaning out a series of stains from the parlor.

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You're quite sure you have a name, but at the moment, you're not entirely sure what it was. You tell the lady who looks after you to remind you since you've forgotten again. She tells you with a laugh, and kisses you on the cheek.

You're thankful to her for this.