#indrus

hetalia and pokemon…

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@hetalia-rarepairweek day 2: culture

INDRUS MERCUR: So hey. I'm talking into a fucking machine.

Long pause + static

INDRUS MERCUR: It's uncanny, I guess, thinking that whoever you all are will be hearing this in the... past? future? present? Time is strange here. ...Who knows if you're even trolls?

Sigh

INDRUS MERCUR: Either way I'm going to be sending this recording out towards the session in front of us as fast as it can go. I... don't know why I am, but something says I should. See, it might be the oldest trope in the books, but I've lost my memory, pretty much all of it.

Small laugh, degenerating into wheezing. 

INDRUS MERCUR: People keep acting like they know me, and I have not a clue who they are. And on top of all that nonsense, strange things keep happening, my own revival from death only one of them! My roommate has told me that I'll be remembering things slowly. I hope so. Either way, I'm calling for you guys to ask me your questions. I need answers, but I don't know what questions to ask.

Deep breath

another art dump…. hay again

this time there’s theee fandoms! crazy right

ignore how bad the pokemon look in the hetalia that was like my first time ever drawing pokemon ehe… there so ugly….

dusknoir(//duskull line) has been my fav since at least 2019 but i heard he was a big character in pmd eos… so i watched a guy play it and it made it ten times worse.. se5 save me

The recording clicks on. After a few moments of silence, probably of him reading the ask, the audio finally crackles to let you know that he’s no longer muted. Deep breath.

INDRUS MERCUR: Most of the information that I have about my amnesia comes from my roommate, who had to hack into my brain to keep me from becoming a vegetable afterwards. And even then the information I have is sparse, but here’s what I do know.

INDRUS MERCUR: My brain basically became soup after an… incident… and apparently parts of that caused some of my neural pathways to go haywire, and then silent. I didn’t lose any of the skills I had, even if I can’t remember how I know to do certain things, but every memory is gone, of every person, every experience.

A short moment of silence. What to say, what to say?

INDRUS MERCUR: I’ve run into five people so far that ‘know’ me. It’s the same, every single time. I greet them, they look at me like they know me. Ask me what’s wrong with me, why my voice is all screwed up, why I can’t remember them. And when I tell them I don’t know?Hitched breath

INDRUS MERCUR: It’s the same damned expression every time.

Long pause. Almost as if the answer is ove- wait. There’s the static again.

INDRUS MERCUR: …Was I really that close to anyone? Old me seems like a much better person than I am. But from what I can see? He wasn’t happy.

INDRUS MERCUR: I know my memories will begin returning, slowly. Maybe. My roommate says there might be a way to speed it up, so I can begin living as ‘the old me’ again. Would old me want me to? Would he want me to be happy, ignorant, spiraling? Or would he rather I returned to him. To be unhappy but with the truth.Another pause. The guy likes his time to think ok.

INDRUS MERCUR: I’m sorry. I’m rambling. There was a second part to your question?Pause. He’s reading the question again.

INDRUS MERCUR: Oh. My… death.