Of course, not all of your old memories slipped away, just the ones that would make you long to be human. The rest of your memories, the inquisitive ones who still wanted to learn all they could about Whimsy World as a whole, the human element you needed to be alive, was tucked safely away in a little corner of your mind. When you woke the next morning, you would find yourself happy to just be who you were born to be: a brave, proud, true knight. You smiled in your sleep, not that your unconscious self would know it.
You slept peacefully through the night, until just moments after the crack of dawn when you were blasted awake by the sound of a horn blaring in your ear. You flew up in the air, shook and bug-eyed by the sudden noise. You landed back on your comfy bed in a heap, as you heard mischievous snickers beside you.
"Gooooooood MORNING, rookie!" your awakener announced. He were another human-like knight, but he looked way bigger with his barrel chest, deep crimson leather armor, bear head helmet, and bushy beard. He had angry eyes and a crazy grin, and an overall bold and brash look to him. You recognized exactly who this clown was.
"Aww, Bear! I shoulda known it was you." you groaned. Bear laughed heartily at your annoyance, joined by Sir Jay's prankster snickering. As long as your character's known these two they've always pulled practical jokes.
"So Hamm, how'd the first day on da job go?" Jay asked. You stretched and yawned, standing up out of bed.
"Pretty good," you answered, "Kinda confusing but I had a lot of fun meeting the guests. Can't wait to see what today brings!"
"Hey! Good man!" Bear chuckled, "We'll see ya after grub time, rookie! Fantasy Kingdom ain't gonna protect itself!"
The loudspeakers chimed. "GOOD MORNING, EVERYONE! BREAKFAST TIME!" The others roused from their respective slumbers and went together to pick up breakfast. You noticed the cartoony machines from yesterday were colored differently and dispensed blueberry muffins this time. It was just as delicious as the cake loaf from last night, albeit a little easier to identify the flavors. You felt charged and ready to tackle the day ahead with conviction.
There was still a bit of time before the park opened, and you were feeling a mite thirsty. You stopped by the bar where a few other patrons had gotten the same idea. Matilda wasn't there this time, but a little, sandy colored cat mascot in a chef's hat and apron instead.
"Goo' mornin'!" the cat said as you sat down.
"Oh, morning!" you replied, "You're not Matilda. Who might you be, little kit?"
"I'm Ragamuffin," the chef cat answered, "I'm Matil'a's little helper. I run the pop bar in the mornin's an help her cook. Woul' you like somethin' to drink, mister knight?"
"Please, mister knight is my father," you smile, "Call me Hamm. Could I get some orange juice?"
"Comin' right up!" Ragamuffin nodded as she ducked below the bar. As you awaited your drink, you watched the other mascots in the dining space, going about their early morning conversations. There was a youthful innocence to most of them, as though they were practically children themselves. You noticed that they mostly kept to their respective park teams, but didn't shy away from outsiders either. They kind of were, in your eyes, one great big family.
"Here you go," Ragamuffin said as she set down an orange juice carton and straw for you, "Enjoy!"
"Oh! Thank you!"
"You're welcome!"
You supped on the orange juice, happy to slake your thirst, but you saw something that nearly made you choke on your drink. Her.
She was a vision of beauty in a sparkly blue gown and fluffy blonde hair. She was human-like just like you, except a bit more feminine shaped. She had the same sort of Popeye arms, except her fingers seemed dainty. She didn't have breasts but her chest had a distinct feminine curve to it that really gave her the illusion of having them. She had sparkling blue eyes and long, exaggerated eyelashes, and wore a blue cone shaped hat. You recognized her immediately, and why wouldn't you? She was your character's romantic crush.
This was Princess Dawn Blue, the fairest maiden in the kingdom. She was at a table enjoying drinks with other princesses of varying dress, hair, and body colors. There was a lioness and birdy princess too. They enjoyed each other's company like the bestest of friends, a female coded parallel to the knights. You remembered that Dame Scarlet was technically a princess too, just one who preferred fighting to dancing. You sighed longingly, watching Dawn laugh. She had the most beautiful laugh.
"One day..." you mumble to yourself, "One day I'll work up the nerve to profess my feelings. Oh, could you imagine a nicer couple?"
"I couldn't," you heard a smooth, rumbling voice next to you. You jumped in surprise and turned to see who it was. It was Sir Lion Heart!
"Oh! Captain!" you wheezed, "You startled me!"
"Then again, I've no interest in romance," Sir Lion admitted, "I'm far too dedicated to my duties as crown prince and captain of the knights. Romance would just slow me down. Ah! How rude of me! Good morrow, Sir Hammer. I trust you've a full day ahead of you?"
"Yes sir, Captain!" you proclaimed, "I'm on town patrols this morning, fairy tale forest patrols this afternoon, and my first check-up this evening. What are you up to?"
"Squire training," Sir Lion stated, "We're going to defend the castle from nasty goblins. It'll be great fun for the children."
"Ooh! Best of luck then!" you wish him as the happy loudspeaker chimed once again. "TIME TO START ANOTHER HAPPY DAY AT WHIMSY PARK!"
"Right then," Sir Lion said as he turned to follow the leaving mascots, "We'd best be off. Wouldn't want to let the guests down, would we?"
"Nooo sir!" you concur as you follow him up into the park proper.