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You wake up outside of a strange red door, and can't figure out if you came from there or not. All that's on your mind is the fact that you aren't from the grassy area around you.
You're from somewhere far away, maybe grey and abstract. Maybe just under the earth you're standing on when you unsteadily pull yourself up.
You don't know what to do, so you just walk forward, towards the sounds of a city. No one seems to pay you much mind, or maybe they're looking at you like you're a ghost?
(That's not right, you vaguely feel like ghosts should look like sheets. You don't know why you think that and you brush it off).
You get to what seems to be the top of the small little town and there's a police officer. For a moment, you think that you might know her. Something about cooking lessons and spears, maybe?
"Hey!" The police officer approaches you and you decide not to tell her you think you know her. "Who're you supposed to be?"
"Far a...-" You're trying to tell her the one thing you truly remember before ending up here, only for her to scoff and cut you off.
"Fara? Humans always have such weird names..." She trails off, "I think."
You have a feeling this isn't the first time you've been mistaken to have a name ending in -ara for some reason. You decide not to push it.
The police officer begins claiming you must have slashed some tires, to which you reply you don't have a mean bone in your body. If asked to smash vegetables, the most you could manage is, like, knocking a tomato over.
"You're trying to use the wimp excuse!" The officer snaps with a chortle. "No way I'm gonna let that slide! You're gonna answer for what you did NOW!!!!"
Things are probably about to get messy when a motherly goat approaches and insists you're just a child. She smells like buttercups.
You think you don't like the smell of buttercups.
"Are you alright, dear?" She asks you. "Where are you from?"
Behind her you see two teenagers like you (you're pretty sure you're a teenager at least -- it's hard to tell).
The one is a purple... dragon? Dinosaur? You feel like you were supposed to meet her soon, anyway, so it doesn't stick too long. The other, however, makes you pause.
They look down and you can't see their eyes thanks to their bangs. You can see their face is either neutral or negative... without eyebrows to note, though, it's hard to tell. You do note the colors of their shirt. Something about it makes you feel nostalgic for a fight to SAVE... someone.
You just can't remember who that someone is.
"Underground...? That means you're..." The goat lady trails off, and you can tell you touched something she didn't want to talk about. "Well... there's not much we can do now that you're here... come with me."
You let her take your hand. The familiar sense of safety fills you with determination.