"What's up dawg" and then a voice broke the beat of the music. Sitting on the couch in front of him there was a guy looking at him: dark skin, red jacket, white shoes, two pony tails a blasé look o his face and not a care in the world "I take that you sleapt well enought right?" .No tiredness, so yeah, he probably had a good night's sleep, the only problem was-
"Who are you?" His voice was wrong, like someone talking off an old walkie-talkie. The guy sitting at couch just looked him with the same look. unfazed.
"Me? I'm Tryce" he continued "About youre new head, don't sweat it, it's on the house" wait what? New head? Instead of saying more Tryce just produced a flip-phone out of his left pocket, with a satisfaying snap opening it and giving to him. He took his phone with his gloved hand. Huh, since when did he begin using gloves?. And then he took a look at himself using the phone's camera.
"HUH?" Red head. Litteraly a red head and two pares of two yellow lenses in each side of it...his head, also why was the back of his head so damn long? But this wasn't his head right? this was more like a strange helmet. Where was the mouth, eyes, nose? didn't he have ears? He was pretty sure he had ears.
"Hooked you up with a standard issue cyberhead" He said "You looked kinda silly without one"
It took some seconds to that comment sink in, no scratch that, it took a full blown minute of silence to the redhead say something, Tryce expression seemed almost to change to one of worry, almost "So i...died?"
Without resitation he responded, neutral expression and all returning to him "Yeah" .Making a swift mossion in his own neck, imitaiting a cut "Decapited..." .It was strange how calmly he responded, like people getting their heads cut left and right was just the avarage thusday.
"It's not uncommon now adays y'know?" Just behind the sofa that Tryce was sitting was a garage full of bits, pieces and parts of Bmx bikes, skates and and in-line skates. In it a blond girl rested insided, apparently putting new wheels on a in-line skate, her blue jumpsuit a stained of oil in a few places. Smiling she continued "New Amsterdam is full of cyberheads"
He grimaced at the fact that his line of questioning being correct, but why him? Were they his friends before...dying?
"Look, i realy appreciate this and all but...for real, i don't remeber nothing, like 0% nothin'" his voice sounded just as static as before. It took a momment of thinking and a realistation to come into his head to for him to notice something: Who even was he? "Who even am I to you people?"
The garage girl's face morphed to one of worrie before looking back at Tryce "Didn't you ask the Flesh King to install Faux's memory's into him?"
With a sigh he responded in a low tone, not even looking back at her "I wish...". Slowly he got up and walked to the Cyberhead's side, giving a a little tap at the side of his new head. It sounded a little empty, like a half full can of soda. "Pretty Boy's head stills missing and with Cyber for all we know" before continuing he wraped his arm around the 'used to be pretty boy' shoulder "Flesh just installed the basic Wired pack onto him".
"Ah that sucks..." Putting the In-line Skates into her feet the girl quickly got up and skated to the guy's in front of her "Look...I know this must be all just very confusing to you... the girl took a deep breath trying to find the right words she was searching for "But you...or at least the person you were before made a promise with us" a pause "a very special promise"
"What did I- He promised?" The redhead said, Slowly Tryce looked at the girl and then to him and a small determined smile appering in both of their faces.
"For us to go All City" Was what Tryce said.
"All City?" What does that even mean?
"It means going to the very top" that time was the girl who responded "Oh damn, sorry, i forgot to intrudece myself" smiling now she continued "I'm Bel, and you sir, need a name"
"Well, pretty boy ain't gonna cut it anymore" Tryce said with a plain face only to Bel snicker.
"I don't know, there is a type of charm to him" That got to both of the friends to share a laugh.
Okay, now they were just making fun of him. But Bel is not wrong, he realy need's a name but what would be his name besides 'cyberhead'? That got him thinking. Not just about his name, but about everything. Taking Tryce's hand off his shoulder he said "Can I...Can i just have a moment for me right now?" looking down and breathing in, or at least the equivalent of a cyberhead he continued "Look, thanks for everything guys but right now i just have like, 100 thoughts going around my head so-"
"Yeah, we get'it" Tryce interupted "It's a lot to take in" he gestured behind the garage "take the stairs there, behind the garage and go take a walk, see if it helps" he gave a little tap on the side of his arm "chill out, breath in and when youre ready come back and we explain everything to you, kay?" .Bel just smiled and nodded looking at the red headed cyberhead.
The cyberhead nodded and just walked off, giving him a chance to explore the abandoned place. As he walked away the sound of the boombox just got more and more low but the colors of the graffiti on the walls of the shops got clearer. Different styles of writing and drawing were displayed on the walls, he even found himself seeing the names of his new acquaintances sprayed on the wall right besides a piece written 'Bomb Rush Cyber-Duo'.
Mentaly sighning he found himself walking off the abandoned district, the exit being a coridor that lead him the middle of a busy district. Not crowded, just busy looking. You had your avarage work joe walking quickly with suit and tie, but most people walking this time of the day were teens and or young adults just chilling: drinking coffe calmly, walking with their dogs or talking with friends. He even found himself looking at some people that were cyberheads, huh, strangely enough most of the heads looked different than his. Some were round with anthena and what looked like visors, others looked a little similar to his, just without the extended back of the head and massive chin.
It was stil morning, but even though the sky was blue and clear the whole place had a orange tint to the place that almost looked like it was an evening, with some cars on the road circulating by. For the looks of it was an open plaza, not a bad place to clear up his mind. So he just walked around for a while ultil he found a bench he could sit and think about, well, himself.
Wasan't that strange? himself?
For what Tryce said he was the standard pack, so from the looks of it there were duzens, hundreds, millions of cyberheads walking around just like him, that thinked like him and acted like him. Was there such thing as 'himself' in all of this? In all honesty he didn't care that much for the suposed promise that the Faux guy made for them, like, imagine just being born and you already own someone something for just existing.
That was just fucked right? Like, he didn't ask for any of that. He didn't realy wanted to die, but damn, he was his own person y'know? Even if that person was a copy of other person.
He started shifting in his place, angry and confused.
But...he wanted to know at least who Faux was, even tho he wasn't Faux he wanted, no, need to know who this guy was, just out of integrity. He had questions, lot of them, and Tryce said he would answer them. Was he at least chill now?
Not really, be he needed answers right now. So with deep breath he got up and exited the plaza.
As he got back he could aready see Tryce and Bel waintig for him in the entry for the abandoned district. Tryce expression hadn't change any bit, the only change is that now he had is arms crossed. Bel on the other hand got herself cleaned after putting new wheels on her in-line skates. "So, you chill now?" Tryce said.
No, not one bit "A little, yeah"
"That's good to hear!" Even from just spending some minutes close to Bel he already could tell that the blong girl was a walking buddle of enthusiasm and hapiness "Thought of a name for yourself?"
Not really, but right now he was not particulary thinking too much about that. The thought of the redheaded cyberhead being a copy of another copy didn't help either, in all intent's and porpuse it deprived him a little of his own individuality.
"Not..really" Why not call him Faux? Because they probably too knew that he wasn't Faux himself, he was more like a...baby in some strange way. No name and no memory.
Bel semeed to get in a thougtfull state, rubbing her chin and all, until, she snaped her fingers together "What about..." the cyberhead and Tryce looked at her "Red?"
"Red..." Tryce too was took by a thougtfull state. Honestly 'Red' wasn't a bad name, a little generic for someone who straight up had a literal redhead? yeah, but that was better than just 'cyberhead'. "Kay, now that's that i own you an explanation." taking a deep breath and a sigh he continued "What you wanna know?"
The now named Red looked between the two and after some time he responded "Who was Faux?"
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So this is the first chapter.
I just wanted to write something BRC related and right now i have alot of free time in my hands. This story will be different than the original BRC story, fixing some things i didn't like about the story and also trying to expand in this Y2K world.
Rest assured that the second chapter will come out before 2024 if the BRC fandom like the story enough, so yeah, that's it.
For all reading this, Merry Cristmas and thanks for reading.