LL Amnesia Headcanon
We know that red lifers break all ties and alliences in last life, but why? I say its bcuz When they are on red life, the begin to forget the things they once knew. It's slow, at first. Grian returns to the place he once called home, haunted with memories of his friends adventures. Cleo faces her former alliance, speaking to lizzie and ren as ex friends rather than strangers.
But, as time moves forward, things start to become harder and harder to recall. Details blend together, faces reduced to colors, memories fogged up and barely retreivable. But, why would they care? All grian knows is the way Cleo's eyes light up when Joel mentions a trap. How bdub's bandana is stained with blood from old scars, and the way it mottles his long white hair. The feeling of his own hands on the course grain of a sturdy axe, muscles tensed and primed for any and everything. What else is there to know?
There were other people around them, yes. Most of them looked at him and his friends with fear, resentment, uneasiness. He could do what he wanted, take what he wanted, kill who he wanted. For all he knew, this was how the world always was.
And yet, others looked at him with sorrow. Unmeasurable guilt, their eyes almost pleading him to act on something unknown.
For some reason, this kept him up at night. These people, his enemies, should fear him, not pity him. Who did they think they were, powerless to stop him, and yet entitled enough to look down upon him?
It was a routine patrol with Joel. The two stalked through the forest, bantering casually, a large building slowly arising in front of them. He was familiar with this building, the stone structure created to keep him and his friends away from the powerless housed within it. As he and joel turned to walk the perimeter of the building, grian unknowingly let his hand travel the length of the wall, following the lines of grit and mortar that held the building together. His fingernail caught on something.
Grian stopped and looked at the wall, letting his casual curiousness get the best of him. Next to his hand, roughly inscribed in the stone, was a jagged inscription of a few names, and a date.
He smiled, not noticing when Joel let out a huff of impatience at his diversion. His eyes followed the names: the word impulse was haphazardly chipped into the top of the stone, the letters getting smaller as the inscriber assumedly ran out of room. An awfully done heart with the letters M+M sat underneath it, with the name "Jimmy" plastered sideways around it. Below that, there were a few phallic images (or attempts to), and at the very bottom of the rock, in big block font, the letter 'G' was carved.
Grian straightened up, and started to catch up with Joel. So these people really were big babies, huh? Immature little snowflakes. No wonder they were hiding like children. They deserved to be hunted, all 5 of them. Natural selection at its finest.
Grian stopped.
5?
Had there always been five? Last time he saw them, it had been only been the 4, clutching to eachother like scared rabbits. Did he miscount?
He quickly backtracked, and counted the names again. Impulse, M and M, Jimmy, and... G.
G? Which of the rabbits was G? He could have sworn-
His heart stopped.
G.
Memories flooded him.
Laughter, coming from inside the mountain room. He turned, smiling, although not really knowing why. He saw his friends, huge grins plastered on all their faces as they zoomed uncomfortably close in on eachother with telescopes. One of them noticed him, calling him over, his dark eyes shining with glee.
"Grian!"
"Grian"
"GRIAN"
He blinked. His knee hurt, and his arms were trembling underneath his weight. The grass underneath him was wet, but he could've sworn..
"I thought you had finally kicked it, buddy"
His eyes snapped up to meet the voice. In front of him, Joel kneeled, looking at his friend haphazardly.
Gut reaction. Grian lurched backwards with terror, it was joel, it was dangerous, he was red, it was-
Joel. His friend. His ally. They were both red. What was going on?
"Woah dude, I-"
"Get out of here. You're outnumbered."
Joel was interupted by a strong voice coming from his left. Joel turned, grian twisting upwards against the wall. With wide eyes, grian turned toward their adversary-er-adversaries.
In front of him were the rabbits, looking solemn and practiced, swords unsheathed. The dark one, with the suit, mumbo, broke his facade to glance quickly at grian with that pleading look he had so despised.
Joel smiled, edging over to a tree with some unconvincing casual chat.
More memories flooded G. The patrol, the bait, the trap, THE TRAP. Panic. Desperation. His eyes darted towards the tree and the lever he had helped place. He knew that it would eliminate the rabbits, his FRIENDS, where they stood.
So, when Joel, his ally, reached to pull the lever, Grian did the only thing he absolutely remembered how to do.
He put an axe through his red friends head.
Joel stopped, his hand falling to his side, his body faltering before tipping over and landing with a thump on the stoney dirt below.
Grian stood above him, stance wide, axe dripping with that crimson red he was so used to. He was breathing hard, but he was silent.
His eyes flicked up to those he had just saved. They were in shock, taken aback, some numbly staring at the body oozing blood at their feet.
silence.
"..Grian" The one with the strong voice, impulse, starts, his voice wavering.
"what have you just done?"
