im three pages into my double amnesia road trip fic and Stan is already having a panic attack. to be fair if YOU were an old amnesiac who woke up in the middle of the forest being pursued by a bunch of random people and your only friend was a magic floating triangle (also amnesiac) YOU would have a panic attack too. probably idk I know I would
I decided that since I keep coming up with obikin scenarios on the daily, i might as well post them. Today’s idea— the classic amnesia trope. But what if both of them forgot who they are? That’s right, it’s double amnesia!
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Obikin Drabble
10.9.23
Rating: G
He was on his back, against solid ground. It was quiet, only the sound of chirping birds could be heard. He was breathing, thankfully, smelling chilly, thin air, and plants or trees of some sort. The bright, overwhelming light of the sun streamed into his eyes, he raised his arm to shield his face, and was surprised to see his knuckles were bloodied.
Blood? Am I in danger? His mind struggled to keep up, he didn’t hear any commotion, he didn’t feel pain- well, much pain. He did feel pain- his back, ribs, but it didn’t seem urgent. It was dull, and he had a distinct thought that it was something he was used to. There was something shiny next to him as well- a ship, grounded, slightly tipped forward with its nose stuck in the dirt, but in good shape otherwise.
“Hello there,” a voice sounded, from not too far away and he sat up, not sure if he could stand yet, but still ready to defend himself- but the man was just sitting, cross legged on the ground, hands empty, with auburn hair swaying in the wind.
“Who are you”- he asked- “where am I?”
“I’m afraid I’m not sure” he said, with a wry smile, “who are you?”
Eyes wide— the realization hit him that he didn’t know. He was himself, of course… but he couldn’t conjure up a name. He looked down at his body again, it seemed familiar, but, “I— I don’t know.”
Sad, blue eyes met his. “Ah. I was hoping you would.”
They held eye contact, and somehow, though the words went unsaid, established they both didn’t remember their identities, but knew they were close- with an integral trust between them. He couldn’t place their relationship but he knew they hadn’t been fighting each other.
Fighting. Looking down, he recognized the telltale signs of a fight, and on the ground between them were two cylindrical metal objects with handles, but no blade. They were wearing similar clothes, his own were just a darker shade.
“Are we fighters? Have we been… using these…” what were they called? “light, light—“
“Sabers!” The other man finished, “lightsaber, that’s what these are then,” coming to the resolution at the same time.
“Huh. Lightsabers,” that seemed right. Somehow he could tell which one belonged to him, and he grabbed it, also realizing the same arm was metal- but whose blood was it then? “Well, it seems we lost.”
“Perhaps. But we’re not dead, which is good I suppose,” the other man stroked his beard, which seemed a familiar gesture; but sparked annoyance.
“No. This is not good…! Who are we, what are we doing here?? Does anyone know we’re here? Will.. whatever we were fighting come back? Are we stranded?”
Anger, irritation, fear, and profound confusion swirled through him. It felt… dark, but the world around him was still so bright—
“We’ll I’ve only been conscious for a few minutes—” the other man snapped back, “you don’t have to be so rude.” The man looked so disappointed, an expression that seemed endemic to his facial features. The man seemed to be older, muscular of course and, handsome. Very good looking, with shining blue eyes, which made something in his chest clench up.
The thoughts of darkness faded, instead he felt small, subdued, hollow—
“Ugh!” He rocked forward to get on his hands and knees before attempting to stand, but something around the other man’s wrist began crackling with static, so he sat back on his knees. They both watched it as it activated itself and shone with blue.
“General Kenobi, do you copy?” came from the unit, but the other man looked confused. They made eye contact, and held it again
“I- I- yes I suppose that’s me” he said, and adding as an afterthought, “Copy.”
“You suppose?”
“Well this comm unit is on my wrist, is that my name? And who night you be?”
“This is Cody, sir. And yes you are General Obi-Wan Kenobi What happened? What is your status? Is General Skywalker with you?”
“Describe him for me?” General Kenobi said back.
“Brown curly hair, scar across his eye, dark clothes, metal arm—”
“Ah yes, but more of a golden brown color though, don’t you think?” Kenobi’s eyes were twinkling, regarding him.
“I don’t really think—” cutting himself off and sounding resigned, he continued, “yes, that’s Anakin Skywalker, sir”
“Anakin Skywalker,” he, Anakin, tested out, bringing a hand to his lips. It seemed right. “We’re generals?”
“Yes you are,” the voice, Cody, sounded annoyed, “where are you? Are you harmed”
“I couldn’t tell you where we are but we don’t seem harmed,” General Obi-Wan Kenobi said, “we are near a ship, but don’t know if it still works.”
“There’s been a fight,” Anakin interjected. Somehow he trusted the man on the comm, too. “But it doesn’t seem like we’ve been fighting each other,” he pointed out.
“Of course you weren’t- what is the last thing you remember?”
“I don’t… I don’t remember anything,” he replied.
“Same here” Obi-Wan said. “But we aren’t bodily injured.”
“All right, well we have your location, we should be there in a manner of hours, just stay there, sirs.”
“Wait, wait, don’t go—” Obi-Wan said, bringing his comm closer to himself like he could grab onto the disembodied voice. “Who are we? What are we doing here? Where are we?”
As if this vital information was just general knowledge, Cody replied “You are Jedi knights. Obi-Wan, Anakin was your Padawan. You were sent to find and capture a night sister, but… it seems she found you first. She must have cast some sort of memory spell on you. Kix and Ahsoka are already researching it… oh you don’t know who they are —well I’ll have Ahsoka comm you to explain. I need to coordinate—”
“What are we to each other now?” Anakin asked, “now that I’m no longer his Padawan?”
“I, ugh,” Cody replied “Really? This is what you ask..? Ok listen, no one really knows ok? You are close, closer than friends…? Familial, but not actually related? You two fight and bicker, but you’re always together, you are a team— I don’t know. Undefined. I just do my job” he sounded increasingly frustrated.
“Okay, okay, thank you, Cody,” Obi-Wan said, shooting Anakin a chastising look, “Really, I’m sure we’ll figure things out and remember soon.”
“Just please stay there and be safe; go inside the ship, there should be supplies and cots- please don’t do anything risky. Just. Don’t do anything at all.” He pleaded. “Cody out”
“Seems like he really wanted to avoid that question, hm?” Obi-Wan regarded Anakin, blue eyes twinkling again, before looking back at the ship.
“We should explore!” Anakin blurted out- and shot up to stand. He thought about being in close proximity to Obi-Wan, someone he’s apparently ‘closer than friends with,’ —how close?— tending each others wounds, cots around… and felt his stomach flip over.
“No, Anakin- we’re going in.” Obi-Wan said firmly, standing up himself and dusting himself off to turn to the ship. Even covered in dust, and blood, he looked good. Strong. Almost regal. Anakin felt his eyes stray to strong looking thighs, a toned ass, as Obi-Wan turned toward the ship’s side door. His former master. How close were they, really? Was past Anakin getting to experience this man in bed? If so, good for him. Or was he just hot for teacher? Had they ever spoken about this need he felt deep down? Or was it only now that whatever other stuff filled their relationship was gone, that Anakin’s mind could shift to romance and sex?
He found himself not really caring. And suddenly he desired nothing more than to be in close quarters with a handsome stranger.
DND is still something on the brain a ton--and aside from just generally trying to think of some characters for it, FNaF is also just being thrown into it.
Party that consists of Springtrap, Henry, a Y/N, and probably a few others. How did the party happen? I don't know--but it's chaotic, like most things in DND. And they're all obviously doing quests and things.
I think it'd be funny if both Springtrap and Henry didn't know who the other was, but they feel like something is up.
