HAT: Sorry that it's been so long, but... you know, life and all that. Hope that you enjoy!
Disclaimer: Despite how I wish, I own nothing besides the plot... and Lyon. *sighs* And oh, how I wish sometimes...
"Let's get you to Cori and Tanto," Bombalurina mutters, putting his arm over her shoulders and an arm around his waist to help lead him.
He doesn't resist, not that he has the strength to do so anyway. He tries to scrape some actual memories from the clutter in his mind, but it seems that the harder he tries, the further away everything gets from his grasp.
The door opens before Bombalurina has to knock and the twins immediately take him from her grasp to the couch. He barely takes in that their tails twine with his and they're asking him questions, he can just feel the pressure in his mind as they try to dig through his mind. When they begin to make progress that pressure turns into pain and he moans, glass-green eyes closing to try and lessen the pain, but it does not work.
"Just hold on a little longer," Tantomile whispers.
"We're almost-," they both start only to stop at his moan.
"Stop, please," he interrupts, trying to squirm from between them.
"Just a little more," Coricopat insists.
"It hurts so much," Skimble whispers huskily, trying to convince them to stop.
"Stop, you're hurting him," Bombalurina insists forcefully, only to stop with their fierce blue and dark brown glares.
"We're almost there," they insist, turning back to Skimble. "Just a little longer, a few more seconds."
With each millisecond the pain increases with their progress, making him whimper in pain momentarily. Soon the pain becomes so bad that he feels that he is going to die of implosion if he doesn't stop this immediately.
"Desine!" Skimble begs with a hiss. Immediately the mystic twins are on the ground in front of him with looks of pain on their face and the pain inside of his head is gone. Guilt stabs at his heart and he reaches forward to help them up, but their gazes halt him. He knows that he's just made a mistake, that if he'd lasted just a second or two longer he'd know his past and be freed from the false memories, but he'd stopped it before they could do anything. He's failed them, but most of all he's failed himself. "I-I'm sorry."
(A/N: That's right, I'm draggin' this ish out for as long as possible. You ain't gonna get ish until I feel you guys've earned it, which means there's gotta be reviews! Remember, I'm writing this ish as I go, so there isn't anything solidly planned and there's a chance I can have it go as quickly as you want it, or if ya'll don't, I'mma drag it out for as long as possible and he won't get his memory back for who knows how long... I need to take a break watching IISuperwomanII/SuperwomanVlogs on Youtube because I'm using ish way too much... continue with the story.)
Coricopat sighs and helps his sister up. "It's not your fault. You were in pain."
"We'd never thought that Macavity had such an influence on your mind that even an attempt to unlock your memories would resort to something like this," the both of them mutter.
He looks away from them at some part of the floor that catches his interest. He doesn't want to meet their gaze and see utter disappointment in him. He'd love for nothing more than to have his memories, back, but the pain doesn't seem to be worth it.
"May I leave?" he asks.
Tantomile nods and waves him off and he walks out before breaking into a run. Vaguely he registers that it's reckless of him to run when in such terrible condition, but he doesn't care and disregards it. His lungs hurt and his limbs burn by the time he finishes running and falls to the ground.
Why is it so hard to do this? Why me? I don't want to go through this, he thinks. When he catches his breath again he stretches out on a worn out tire to bask in the sunlight and ponder. He felt it, his unknown Third Name was the key to his freedom and true memories. He bites his bottom lip and watches the clouds wander seemingly aimlessly through the sky. Macavity, Macavity, there's no one like Macavity. He's a fiend in feline shape... You two were right when you two sang that.
"Skimble? What're you doing out here?"
He His glass-green eyes travel up to meet dark brown ones. "I could ask the same of you."
Electra rolls her eyes and shakes her head. "That doesn't answer my question."
"I needed time to think," he grumbles, turning away from her.
"Get up," she groans, holding out a paw.
"What if I don't want to?"
"Then you'll suffer the consequences," she replies.
He takes her paw and allows her to haul him up. Suddenly he's struck, and it must be from the Everlasting, with a question. "What do you know about Third Names?"
Her eyebrows come together. "What do you mean?"
"Just, anything."
She still looks at him with a worried expression, but answers the question anyway, "Third Names are kept from everyone. There's a good one and a bad one. The Positive Name is the one that everyone around us knows, but we, ourselves, don't know, The Negative Name is the one that only we know and that everyone else doesn't know.
"If someone finds out the Negative Name, it's like having complete control over a cat, especially if they're magic. If a cat knows their Positive name, then they have complete control over themselves.
"We tend not to acknowledge our positive traits and focus on the negative, which is why we find it so hard to find out our Positive Names. Other cats look at the positives of others of more often then negatives and don't know exactly what out true fault is, which is why they find it hard to find out our Negative Names... did that cover everything?"
He slowly nods, processing it in his mind. "That's good... thank you."
She takes his wrist and leads him towards the main clearing and he doesn't fight it, not like he could even if he tried. He's still to weak do do anything to fight back so he has to follow the queen to wherever it is that she is taking him exactly. He catches the eye of Demeter and quickly looks away, eyes lowering to the ground.
I met her once, no need for acting like I've known her for years, he reminds himself as he's sat down on a box near the tire. "Why're we here?"
"We're here to have you checked on. How you've managed to go three days without getting any checkups, I don't know, but that stops today."
I have a Gumbie Cat in mind. Her name is Jennyanydots, Skimble thinks as he enters and sees the queen bustling about. "But I feel fine."
She puts her paws on her hips and shifts her weight to one leg as one eyebrow raises. "Are you really gonna argue when you can't even fight against a kitten and win?"
Damn. He runs a paw through his head fur before waving her on. "Alright, lass, go ahead."
"Perfect! Stay right there," she orders, perking up immensely.
He sits back with a sigh, looking up at the sky and waiting for the one that was made his sister in his mind to come out. After about ten minutes he hears someone clear their throat and he sits up to look at the pale orange queen covered in tiger stripes and leopard spots with kind, but guarded chocolate brown eyes.
"Hello, I'm Jennyanydots," she says.
HAT: And now the malnourished tom gets to be checked up on after three days!
Alonzo: Why'd you do it like that anyway?
HAT: Just because.
Alonzo: *shakes head* You're unbelievable.
HAT: You know it! Will you please say it?
Alonzo: Please review!