Dammit
Joey had once shown him a moving picture on the internet- jiffy? geffy? something like that- with a man saying “Aw shit here we go again” as he walked down the street
Atem had never connected more with anything in his life than he connected with that picture in this moment
How the hell had he lost his memories AGAIN!?
Panting loudly, his fingers curled into the dirt beneath his hand, body shaking like a leaf as the memories flooded his mind, relentless and unforgiving like a hurricane
Magic and monsters and murder and forgotten loved ones and death and rebirth and--...
Had he.. killed people....?
He gagged, dirt crawling beneath his nails as he willed himself not to toss his cookies, his head was spinning and he couldn’t--... he couldn’t... think....
What was going on anymore? Where was he? What year was it? Was his freind Set, or Seto? Was Duel Monsters played on stone or on cards? Was he the pharaoh or the king...?
He gagged again, a sob leaving him as he tried to regain some kind of composure
“Gods....” he gasped
“Please help....”