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Warning: Another lame filler chapter because I needed the time skip to start.

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Chapter 5: May 19th

Previously:

"Uploading Basics." She informed.

This sensation wasn't much better than everything being removed. It could be comparable to having your brain stabbed in every available space and several unavailable spaces over and over and over. Flashes of white light littered his vision and a voice penetrated his thoughts. Its words sped around so quickly that he could not make out what was being said. But I knew what it was. It was the rules of the city being repeated over and over again.

I felt the sudden sensation of falling and knew nothing else.

When I came too there was a dull throbbing at the back of my neck and all over my head. I could barely make out the white walls of the room with my blurred vision and lack of concentration. It just barely registered in my head that I was laying on something soft instead of the table. The tightness around my wrists and ankles was gone but I could still feel the burn in my throat. I could tell that it was rubbed completely raw and torn up but I couldn't bring myself to care at the moment. I felt the bed dip by my feet suddenly and felt something walk up the bed. It rubbed against my arm, which was outstretched so much that it was off of the bed a bit, nudging it upwards until it had it high enough to slide under. My arm dropped limply onto it but whatever it was did not show that it cared. It pushed against my chest lightly and produced a sound like the machines but much softer and kinder. I felt something rough run up my cheek and I smiled softly letting my eyes fall closed once again. I drifted into the wonderful world of sleep with the warm thing next to me.

Continued:

I felt something rough and wet against my chin and cheek. Not wanting to wake up yet and still quite tired from the earlier experience, I gave whatever it was a firm push.

"Mrow." The loud sound reached my ears and caused my head to throb against my skull in another attempt to break loose.

I groaned still trying to push the thing away but it did not seem like this fluffy thing was going anywhere. I felt my fingers and the back of my hand get wet. I let out a sound of complaint and pulled my hand away. I supposed that it would be a good idea to see what was invading my room and getting my hand wet. My vision was fuzzy at first and all I saw was a large white blob but soon I could make out white hairs and some dark brown ones as well.

"Meow?" I met two blue eyes.

And then, somehow after my throat being worn until it bled, I screamed. But it was a very manly scream I'll have you know! I pushed myself against the wall and looked at the thing in front of me. My blurry vision hadn't been that wrong at all, what was in front of me was in fact a blob. A very large blob covered in mostly white hair except for the thick brown ring I assumed to be its neck and the half of its tail that was facing upwards. Other than the dark brown and white there was a thin black line under its eyes that made it look as if it were wearing glasses. I flinched and curled into myself as I felt pain rack through my being. I whimpered at the pain, especially the burning feeling in my dry throat. I watched through a barely open eye as the blob jumped off of the bed. There was silence for a second or two before a scratching sound could be heard.

The blob jumped back onto the bed with a soft 'meow' and rubbed at my hand before jumping off the bed once more. It repeated this process multiple times before I moved over and peered off of the side of the bed. I don't think it was possible to move faster than I had when I saw the water. I snatched it up and drank it all down in less than a second. I grabbed the plate off of the tray and took a bite of the thin and tan circles that laid on top of it in a neat pile.

"It's salty." I said to the furry thing which had jumped back onto the bed and was sprawled out next to me on its stomach.

My voice scratched at my sore throat and came out just barely above a whisper but it was nice to finally talk to something. I rubbed its rather large stomach gently and it let out a rumbling noise. I took my hand away from it quickly not wanting it to be upset with me and hurt me but the blue eyes opened and gave me a sad look. It flipped around and rubbed its head against me making the rumbling noise again. I popped another salty cracker into my mouth before deciding that it wasn't going to hurt me when making that noise. I rubbed its head and scratched its back as I lost myself in thought.

How was I going to escape this? I thought of a million different escape plans and each one ended in the trash. I wasn't getting out of here and that was that. There was no way I could leave when move just slightly shot pain through me. I would probably collapse if I tried to run. On top of that, where was I to go? I couldn't go home in fear of my parents and sister getting punished. I couldn't go to Kiku's and hide or to our secret place. There was a chip in the back of my neck which they used to add and remove memories. I'd bet that it could be used for a lot more than that. I rubbed the back of my neck feeling a small open cut. They hadn't even bothered to close it. I could pull the chip out now and smash it but that could cause problems for me.

"Mew." The thing made a small noise before jumping off of the bed and slipping under the bed.

"Hey." I said looking at the spot it disappeared, "Come back here."

The door opened suddenly and I looked up meeting the eyes of one of the many women with wrist and ankle bracelets. This one had an orange theme and a look in her eyes I could not place. Of course it was possible that I was just seeing things.

"You are required in the Memory Maintenance room." She informed dully. Knowing that I didn't have a choice whether I would go or not I stood up and followed her on shaky legs.

The days went on like this. I would lose my memories, have something restored in its place (usually more rules and restrictions) and wake up in my room feeling sorer than the next day. Of course the white furry blob was always there. I had found out later that the workers were searching for him and anyone who had seen him was to report it in but, sensing the friendship that had grown between us, I had named him 'Specs' because of the markings on his face that looked like glasses and let him stay in my room. I wasn't aware of the days or nights that passed me or how I had not even written to my sister or even seen my family. I barely even remembered them truthfully. I could barely remember anyone or anything before last year. Even the things I did remember were foggy and I was skeptical that they were even real.

I looked up as the door to my room opened showing the two men I hadn't seen since I had first come here. "It's time." One said as the other pulled me from my bed and out the door.

I didn't have the strength to fight back so I couldn't if I wanted to. My tired mind vaguely recognized the hallways and door I had gone through to get here. It all started to come back as we climbed the dark stairs and ended up in the house with the kitchen blinds closed over the windows.

"What day is it?" I croaked.

"May 19th."

My eyes widened.

Colors flooded the streets. It was time for celebration that the town had every year. How many people knew that they were actually celebrating the death of free thinking? Probably none. Small children skipped happily down the streets with balloons in their hands and sweets in their mouths. I scoffed at their blindness.

"Comrade." I looked over to the source of the childish voice seeing my sandy blonde haired partner.

"What is it?" I asked.

"The festivities are about to start, we should get to our designated location." He said his lavender eyes flickering all over the place.

I sighed and stood up. "Yeah I guess you're right."

And there is the time skip. There's Alfred and Ivan (finally). I dislike this chapter, I think it's too short and too rushed. However now that this chapter is over with, I can start writing longer chapters at a slower pace.

Specs isn't actually Americat's name. It's just what Arthur called him. Alfred named him something completely different.

HEY I STILL NEED A NAME FOR PICARDY!

Next chapter should come up... eventually... I'm attempting to fight off whatever it is that causes me to stop in the middle of a story and never come back to it even though I know what I want to happen. So hopefully I'll get rid of it.

In other news I had a football game last night and we won 34 to 0. Yay! And tonight there is our band festival so I'll be too tired to write. Maybe some other time. I think I had something else to say but I forgot so I'm just going to leave now.

Okay bye bye! Review please!

Other info: Published: September 10th, 2011. Words: 1,522. Written: September 7th to 10th, 2011.