Marshal's Memories

*In this chapter, this is the part when Tim or Marshal was recovered by Trolie from the scene of chapter 5 for the next Mr. Shady in another world*

Rain trickles down slowly as it leaked throughout the sewers from the ground, two dead bodies were found all around the corner.

A tall guy leaves the scene, deemed the last protagonist dead and the world of humanity was doomed to fall.

But then, one person goes up close towards the other corpse but it seems that it is not found deceased so she one by one picked up all the little boy's limbs and finally the head, she leaves the scene as going to another dimension, the world was completely erased afterward.

Entering portal-like spatial transportation, a tall girl with green hair and you guessed it, it is Trolie.

Walking around a dark place, she steps by step passed the portal as going towards her room and tried to treat him by putting all his limbs back to their normal state through the power of time itself.

All of its flesh and bones were reunited from its body as he was in perfect condition, she stripped away his torn-down clothes as putting him in a bed and covered him in his blanket as she turns the lights off.

Leaving only the boy in the room, She makes another world inside the darkness they were in.

A place where the little boy was meant to dwell in. He wakes up and sees the android girl nursing him at the side as preparing a meal for him to eat for the time being.

"Are you feeling any better?" Trolie asks the little boy.

"I don't feel ill, Ma'am… Where am I?"

"You're currently in my master's domain but don't worry you'll soon be brought back to your reality. Now say ah."

After all of it as being fed by Trolie, she strokes his forehead to make a spell of some sort that would wipe out any memory regarding who really is and put him to sleep once more.

An hour passed, and so the little boy woke up as if it was all a dream.

He once had a dream of when he was fighting in his best for someone he once knew and died for the cause.

It was all that, and soon he notices he was in a room he wasn't familiar with, not long enough someone knocks at his door.

A doctor enters the room as fixing his description of his injury and puts it on the front of his bed.

Asking the little boy with concern by the doctor,

"Are you feeling any better, Mr. Marshal?"

"I'm fine I guess. What happened to me, doctor?"

"You were in a car accident when you are riding your bicycle 4 days ago.

But since you are feeling better, you will be discharged soon.

Your mother is waiting for you to wake up, I'll go call her."

The doctor leaves and her so-called mother enters the room, Marshal sees her as if she was concerned about his well-being.

"I'm glad you were okay." His mother gives him a tight embrace.

"I'm okay mom.

The doctor told me that I will be discharged when I am feeling better."

Her mother has brown hair and light blue eyes.

As to describe her as a gentle loving mother.

She leaves the scene afterward and for a couple of hours passed, his doctor came back to try some tests if he was really okay.

And thus, he was marked fine.

And with that, the doctor said that his legs will be healed for 3 days and will be discharged afterward.

As starting to sleep at the time of 11:01 pm, he begins to dream of a vague world of the true reality he was in but it was all blurred and confounding that it was hard to explain to him what really happened and just like any other people who dreams, they instantly forget what it was.

Continuing to sleep for over two nights was the same and always forgotten.

As it was peculiar for him to feel the dreams were so real and life-like.

After his discharge, the doctor says his farewells as to go towards his home.

Entering the front door of the house, the living room was familiar and easeful to relax as to watch Netflix from the LED Television and my mom bakes cookies or makes some snacks to enjoy.

Then, a day later, during school sessions, his friends or classmates walked towards me with relief and concern as to see him okay.

It took long enough for them to celebrate with cheers and nonchalance.

After that, they began playing basketball in his club for at least an hour of stretching and training before finally going home.

His mom sees him going home as preparing for dinner.

Takes a bath and then changes clothes from his sweaty uniform, as to go to his room and for some time, her mother calls him for dinner.

They eat happily to tell how wonderful their days were and at night they finally went to their respective rooms and slept.

Her mother enters his room to make sure he was fine. She gives him kisses and good night.

That was his everyday life experience.

As the mother leaves the room, her physical identity shapeshifts back into herself, Trolie, like as to leave some kind of a simulation set by a play.

Opening the lights outside of the background sees Dr. Sneer staring closely at the creation of Trolie's well-being.

"You're quite remarkable for an ordinary android."

"I'm not just some normal android, Dr. Sneer. I'm the chief maid of Mr. Smiley."

"Oh right. My bad. Since you called me here, what assistance should I offer you in your reality?"

"I need you to fabricate the reality by writing the codes inside the world he was in."

"Well that's all I can do but why would you do all that for just one boy?

His true reality from this reality might converge and collide if you completely plan to rewrite his life."

"I know, we'll just see what happens.

You on the other hand need to destroy the true reality and create a new one.

Does that easy enough for you?"

"Well, that's all I can do anyways.

I mean no harm just asking.

I need time, for the time being, try to monitor his every behavior if he had spotted his reality.

The moment he believes that reality, your fabricated world will crumble into ruins and vanish.

Like the opposite of what he thinks that his dreams were actually his true reality."

"I have the ability to erase such acts.

I can erase his memories that are attached to the fabricated world."

"But not all of it can be erased or it will be deemed an error for the head to recover its memories.

Well then, I'll leave it up to you while I start to work. Can you at least answer this?

Why did you also invite me in this world with this kid to make you become the technology I need to work with when I can just work at my own laboratory station?"

"Your world was already dissolved by the catastrophe.

So I saved your life by taking you with me."

"I kind of get it now.

Better go back to that reality before he wakes up.

I'll start coding the core's glyphs as you head now."

After entering the reality again, she reverts back to her motherly self to prepare breakfast.

While on Marshal, he had another dream about the cold rain again as blood gushes down through the drain.

He sees the tall man with a mask that resembles a neutral face emoji.

And so he wakes up in a dream and with such an intense feeling of it, he ponders about it while wondering what these similar dreams do to him and why does it only appear in his dream.

"Is this really a dream?"

A knock on the door was heard as it slowly opened, her mother says to him,

"Come here now. Breakfast is done. Is there something wrong?"

Her mother asks the little boy as he asks back to her.

"Is it real?"

"What's wrong Marshal? Did something happen?"

She repeats her question by checking his forehead to see if he has a cold.

A glow in her hands was shown as to gently rub it on his forehead.

He pondered thus trying to recall of a dream he was in as it all went blank.

"I had this dream… but never mind. I had already forgotten about it. I'm fine."

Marshal shrugs it off to tell it to her mother whereas nothing to talk about in the first place since it is just a mere dream.

Also, her mother was acting strangely, as to see her so differently like he is facing a lady he hasn't met before.

It took 7 years for him to keep his mouth shut about it, as he finally tells it to her, the whole background flickers like some kind of a static state from a television.

He was agitated by the pressure of the atmosphere as her mother continuously and perfectly chopped the carrots.

"Are you my real mother?

I've been itching this thought of you acting strangely for a very long time.

I don't know if it was true if I ask you directly. I know it is a strange question."

Marshal asks her mother with a suspense tone in his voice.

Silence has passed for a moment as she finally answers.

Still, she was skeptical to answer but then she decides to tell her the truth.