You grasped your head. Something was clearly wrong. Everything seemed to be so familiar to you yet everything felt so strange. Your head throbbed at these thoughts as you tried to comprehend them.
What was going on?
The emotions are beginning to overwhelm you as the world slightly begins to spin. Nearly about to fall, you find yourself having to lean against the doorway for support.
“Are you alright?” The purple and red dragon man asked.
What was his name… Gary?
Acknowledging his name relieves the pressure from your head a little. Odd. You never remember learning their names before and yet learning his helped you.
“Uh… yeah.” You say weakly. Standing back up, you grasp onto the doorway for support.
You give them a small smile. You point to the silver dragon man. “Can I ask you a question?”
The dragon men look at one another before he responds. “Sure. Why not?”
“What’s your name?”
The silver dragon man hesitates before responding. He looks at Gary who gives him a slight nod before turning to face you.
“My name is Dave.”
Learning his name relieves you from all the pressure you felt as the answers flood in.
You remember… these two human men. Your new neighbors, introducing themselves the day they moved in next door. Their names were Gary and Dave.
You don’t remember anything else besides that. You only start to remember all the times you met your new neighbors. Over and Over again.
Sometimes they only transformed you. Sometimes they transformed your entire family. Other times completely different and unexpected events unfolded.
“See I told you we shouldn’t had changed things so suddenly” Gary whispers to Dave.
“How was I to know the boy would notice?” Dave angrily whispered back.
“Wait… who are you guys?” You ask.
“Don’t worry about it. We’re have someone here shortly to fix things up. Better yet, after we restart you won’t even remember.” Dave tells you reassuringly.
Suddenly a pair of men appear alongside the two dragon men. They’re both fully clothed in suits and carrying laptops.
“Yeah see we ran into a slight problem,” Paul explains to them and points to you, “and we need to fix it.”
The men begin to type away on their laptops as if programming or writing something.
“Wait! What are you doing?” You exclaim. Although you could barely comprehend anything that was happening you knew from your recent onset of memories that you had to stop it. Otherwise you weren’t sure if you would be able to again.