Halloo. For those of you who have no idea what's going on w/ Sky, I'm sure my awesomesauce Rulers told you in the reviews. MAN, I love you guys. Like, seriously, I log onto fanfiction and check my reviews... WE'RE AT 98 REVIEWS AND LIKE, 5,970 VIEWS! WHAT? OMIGOSH! (should I do a Q&A, or an extra fic or something?) But really, whenever I get on and check this story's stats, I get that feeling in my stomach like... LIKE FEELS! IT FEELS LIKE FEELS WHEN I READ MY RULERS' REVIEWS! Yus. That is what is feels like. Anyways, here is Ch 16, and if you DIDN'T read the reviews and couldn't figure out what the Nether is going on, this should make it pretty obvious. (also, to DarkWing6, I am now considering killing Ssundee's glasses. :3)

Remind Me

Ch 16

Sky's POV

Alright, Sky, don't panic.

The fluffy one knows that you are Sky, and the only other person near him is the sunglasses-wearing, bearded man beside you. So, sunglasses-man must be Ian.

I'm a genius.

But is Ian friend or foe?

"Nope, I'm not really into potions, so I have no clue where to look," Ian says. "Sky, do you know much about potions?"

My eyes bulge. HE KNOWS MY NAME? WHY DOES HE KNOW MY NAME!?

"Sky?" the bacca asks worriedly. "Sky, are you okay?"

No, Fluffy One, I am not okay.

A squid presses against me, and I quietly run it through with my golden blade. Not before it scratches my side with its sword, though. Pain. Headache. Confusion. Normal. But I don't cry out or scream or cry. I have to stay strong for the- … What was it I had to stay strong for?

I can't remember.

And that scares me.

"Sky? Sky!"

I snap back to reality and realize I've been shaking. "Y-Yes? What is it?" I ask, surprised by how calm I sound.

"Are you OK?" the one who must be Ian asks.

"I'm- I'm fine. But, um... sorry, I just... Mr. Bacca, what's your name again?"

"Jerome. Why do you need- oh, no. Ian, he's forgetting again! Call Seto, we- Aw, snap." Jerome pauses. "Okay. We're going to find the four. Sky needs help."

Jerome grabs my hand and starts dragging me toward some stairs. Agh, my hand! Geez, people, just stop touching me! Headache, confused, regular pain again. Ow.

"Sky?" Jerome asks. "Sky, stop doing that! Sky!" He grips my shoulders and I let out a small yelp. He relaxes his grip a little. "Sky?"

Oh. Is he talking to me? I point at myself and mouth the word "me." He looks terrified. Ian says quickly, "Yes, Sky, you."

"Sky?" I ask. Eyes wide, they nod. "As in, like, Skylar?"

"No, as in SkythekidRS."

"What kind of a name is that?"

"SETO!" Jerome screams, pulling me up the stairs.

On the flird (woah, what happened there?) third floor, someone is hyperventilating in one of the rooms. "But, Seto, what if he's hurt? What if he dies? He won't respawn, we turned off the respawn machine! We can't let him die, he's my best friend!" someone wails.

"Mitch," Jerome breathes.

"But we can't help him, it'll just hurt him more!" a different voice says.

"That's Seto," Ian says.

"But he said they can't help us!" Jerome replies.

"We have to try! Sky's forgetting!"

Jerome nods. "Seto! Mitch!" he yells.

"Seto, he's calling for us! What if he's, like, fatally injured or something?" Silence. "I'm sorry, Seto, the world can go ahead and explode for all I care; I'm going to help Jerome," Mitch says. He walks out of a room and sees us and his eyes practically pop out of his head. "Jerome!" He runs forward and hugs the bacca, but then quickly pulls away, glancing warily at Jerome's sword. "Sorry."

Jerome smiles and shakes his head, stepping forward to hug Mitch. "'Sokay, Biggums."

Mitch beams. A few seconds of comfortable silence later, he speaks. "I'm so glad you're all okay. Jason and Ty are in that room I came out of, huddled in the corner while they have massive panic attacks. They're so worried one of you will get killed."

I rack my brain for answers. Who are Jason and Ty? Come on, Sky, you know this! I know I know them, because I can feel the memory of them in the back of my head. I lean against the wall, but that hurts a lot. I wince but don't make a sound. Be cool be cool be cool, stay strong stay strong stay strong. Headache. Confusion. Normal pain.

The checkered-hoodie boy steps toward me, and I chuckle nervously and step back. "Oh, no," he says. "Now Sky hates us, doesn't he! I'm sorry, Sky, we had to give you the pain injection, we didn't have a choice!"

"No, no, Sky's not mad at you. He's been insistent that if any of the Recruits find you, they not harm you at all."

"Then why's he flipping out when I get close to him?"

I cut in. "Sorry, it's just- Well, I don't know you, and the way you advanced looked kind of threatening. Sorry again." Everyone stares at me. "What?"

"D-Don't you remember Mitch?"

"Nope."

"But... but how come? You have to remember!"

"Well, if I have to remember, then you'll have to remind me," I say, slightly irritated. Telling me I have to remember won't magically make me remember.

"This is Mitch. You know. One of the four traitors?"

"Traitors?" I screech. "If he's a traitor, why are we talking to him?"

"'Cause it's not my fault that I'm a traitor," Mitch explains. Hmph. That wasn't a very explanatory explanation.

But all I say is, "Oh. OK." I lean against the wall again, then quickly stand up straight. Darn it, Sky, if it hurts the first time, it'll hurt the second.

Jerome glances worriedly at me. "He keeps forgetting things. We need Seto's help."

Mitch shrugs helplessly. "Well, he's right inside that room, but he probably won't be willing to help you. I know he'll help you after you defeat the squids, but..."

"No. He needs help now. What if he forgets our plan? And honestly, he's the commander, what if he forgets his hatred for squids or love of budder again?" Jerome asks.

"Budder?" I question. What the Nether is budder?

Everyone's face pales. "Let's go see Seto," Mitch says quickly, motioning toward the room he came out of. "SETO! This is important!"

Seto jumps up as we enter the room. Joy fills his eyes, and then fear. "M-Mitch, we aren't supposed to h-help them!"

"C'mon, Seto, this is super important! Sky's losing his memory!"

Seto's eyes widen. So do mine. No, no, no, I have to be strong. If I'm their 'commander,' I can't go losing my memory! "Pfft," I start to lie. "My memory is fine-"

Two boys, one in a space suit and the other in a v-neck and jeans (why do I feel like I've seen them before?), attack me with hugs. Ow, headache... Where am I again? Oh, that's right... Kay, I'm better now.

WOAH. WHY AM I LETTING MYSELF BE HUGGED BY TOTAL STRANGERS WHOM I'VE NEVER SEEN BEFORE IN MY LIFE?!

I quickly push them off. "Whoa, now. Who are you?" I ask cautiously.

Their jaws drop. The one with the v-neck says quietly, "Not again!"

Seto looks over me. Then he walks closer to me. "Do you know who I am?"

I roll my eyes. "You're Seto, duh!"

He nods. Then he extends his arms and shoves me backwards. The pain makes me want to scream, but I hold it in. A crazy headache follows, then a few seconds of confusion, and then I'm good. Well, as good as one can be when afflicted by eternal pain. A man in a purple sorcerer robe is standing in front of me. "Who am I?" he asks.

I shrug.

Everyone in the room gasps.

Purple-Sorcerer-Dude sighs. "Thought so." He turns to the other people in the room. "There's already too much stress on his body and mind from keeping from screaming or crying from the everlasting pain. Whenever he gets hurts or even makes contact with anyone, the pain increases for a few seconds. If he would yelp or cry or scream, he'd be fine. But he's holding it all in, probably to look strong for the army. And the stress from holding it in is affecting him. His body and mind can't handle it. The more he hides his pain, the more stress it puts onto his brain. And slowly, the brain is getting so stressed that it's dropping some of his memories."

"So, he'd be okay if he'd just break down and cry?" Space-Boy asks.

"Pretty much," Purple-Sorcerer-Dude says. "He could also scream or cry out in pain."

I shake my head. "There will be no crying or screaming. Nope." That is pretty much the worst example ever to set for an army. Speaking of, why do we have an army, anyways?

"Sky, you have to!"

"I don't wanna!"

"Bu-"

"Oh, let him forget," a voice coos. "I'm sure he'd rather forget than remember."

xXx

HO, SNAP!