There is a man here. He's smiling.
YOU REMIND ME OF MY BROTHER. OR, IS IT MY BROTHER I AM THINKING OF? DO I HAVE A BROTHER? I DON'T QUITE REMEMBER. NO, I DO. I'M SURE OF IT.
I AM A MAN YOU MAY RECOGNIZE, OR MAY NOT. AND THAT IS ALRIGHT IF YOU DO NOT, FOR WE HAVE NEVER MET. EVEN IF YOU RECOGNIZE THE BODY, YOU DO NOT TRULY KNOW THE ROLE, NOR THE ACTOR BEHIND IT.
I AM THE FORGOTTEN MAN. I AM FORGETTABLE, AND WITH THAT, THAT IS WHO I AM. WHO ARE YOU, IF I MAY ASK? ARE YOU SOMEONE I KNOW? OR ARE YOU SOMEONE I DO NOT KNOW? PERHAPS THAT IS THE SAME QUESTION.
IF I DO KNOW YOU, THEN I'VE FORGOTTEN ALREADY. MUCH LIKE YOU WILL WITH ME. FOR WE WERE NEVER MEANT TO MEET FOR LONG. AS IS THE NATURE OF THINGS. HERE...
The man gives you a small, white egg.
PERHAPS THIS COULD HELP YOU REMEMBER, EVER SO SLIGHTLY, THAT WE HAD MET IN SOME WAY, SHAPE OR FORM. - @theforgottenman95
I’ve honestly had this ask in the back of my mind when I first saw it. I honestly have no fucking idea what I should draw for this… but I know I can still write. I haven’t slept btw so this might be shit.
She stares at the man… quite confused. What was he doing here.. and why did his face remind her of Gareth… that man who had once helped her, now a sore memory. She listened to the words… but it was like he said something… but nothing at the same time.. she wasn’t sure what to make of it, but her eye started to glow, preparing for the worst of the worst.. who knows, even mystery men like this one can be a jumpscare.
She tightened her hands into fists… it doesn’t make sense..”we have never met”… yet there he is, standing in front of her. Whoever this is… is a force to be reckoned with. And she didn’t need to know the role, or the actor behind it.
… She didn’t answer the question. It didn’t even feel like a question was asked, just statement… taht he does not know what she is. And to be honest, she was glad he didn’t… she didn’t need some new face asking her why she looks like cotton candy.. she cannot explain the colours.
She doesn’t think this encounter will ever leave her mind.. especially with the possibilities of what can happen… he could land an attack, trip her up. Start verbally attacking.. and she was ready. But alas… it was all for naught. The fire handing her an egg and leaving… it just cemented the realization. She doesn’t trust others.. even though she’s never met them before.. she should loosen up.. be more trusting. She can’t keep her walls closed off forever… she was thankful that Buttercup managed to dig through the walls she built… but she can’t keep it up forever.. she smiles, hugging the egg a little in her hands, very careful so it wouldn’t break.
Thank you.
She finally spoke, closing this meeting… maybe they would meet again, maybe this was the only time… who knew? The future shall never tell until it comes.
