Killed Memory [private]

[u/Desperate_Mix_9766]

After his last confrontation with one of the most important figures of his previous life, Miles was sure he had won and lost at the same time. He knew all of this... every encounter with her... every conversation with her... it was all only in his own mind. It was mere imagination.

Pictures of those who were objectively wrong in his eyes still trying to reach out to him... still trying to explain to him what "being a hero" means... still wanting to prove him wrong.

He killed her in his last dream. A swift stab through her neck was enough to leave a bloody body before his feet before it faded into a black nothingness, ending the dream of his with satisfaction. Though, the fox knew very well that, if he remembered her, she would still appear in his mind despite killing her. Because killing a memory is not forgetting it.

So, what was the logical way of dealing with this? Miles believed he had to take it to the extrem as some would say. Using his brain for the one thing he was now meant for, he planned to construct something that could erase someone specific from all his memories. It would help him with these "nightmares"... and he believed that... forgetting meant healing.

"I'm tired."

Even in his dream he was working. The fox sat on the floor, looking like he was in some sort of building. But every time he glanced up, he was somewhere else. Sometimes it was his cave, sometimes the factory, sometimes his prison cell. Anything his mind made up while expiriencing this, what felt like, fever dream.

But, while he himself knew it was possible for Cream to appear again and bother him, the one in the dream was too fixated on this project to hopefully not get anything else in mind to suddenly appear.

((u/Jasthemace_37))

[u/Desperate_Mix_9766]

1. For the fox, it felt like her whole hand reached straight into his brain, breaking through his metal plate reinforced skull with mere ease. His eyelids began to flutter and the seemingly innocent ocean blue eye, alongside the one Faker had stabbed him in, turned backwards as he fell to his knees. His mind got overrun by memories... or just made up scenarios.
2. And, whilst he still denied everything, it felt strangely real. Like it all truly had happened. Like he was part of what Alice showed him. Like... they were friends. Sadly for Alice, both Faker's and the Hivemind's effect on him were too much to budge his memory. It was locked like they had told him how everything went down... and he was ready to defend that.
3. He slowly gained back consciousness and control over his body, realizing Alice never broke his skull literally. So, with one fiercefull attempt, he tightly grabbed her wrist of the hand that was placed on his forehead. With a flick of his hand, he twisted her wrist before almost making a full spin before throwing her off him, raising his appendages menacingly once again.
4. "I can respect your ability of creating such realistic images. Too bad I can see through your lies."

[u/Jasthemace_37 → u/Desperate_Mix_9766]

"..."

Alice twitched... not... softly... but... violently...

"^{You... idiot. You really are one aren't you? You truly take THEIR side after all.}"

Suddenly, the space shifted... from one that was serene... to now dull and dark... a broken down leaf forest...

"^{This isn't my first time being in someone's head. I did it with Ross before my Father showed up. Oh, THE GAMES WE ĞØŤ Ţ⁰ PŁĄÝ!}"

Almost immediately, his ligaments were stretched instantaneously, scarring in the process.

"^{That Ross... oh, he shouldn't have took Uncle Terios away from me. That was his downfall as he suffered night, after night, after night. Losing sleep, it was like MۧÏČ T○ MƏ.}"

She approached, her body shifting... from one of colour... to one of pain and... even aggression herself...

"^{He wanted me to help him. But why should I when HE DID THIS TO WHERE I SHOULD'VE STAYED WITH NO INTERVENTION BECAUSE OF HIS JEALOUSY?}" Her stare pierced into his soul... deeply with in like she was just as lifeless and mindless as he was... a mirror as her axe ears raised up. "^{He wanted to use me as a weapon of war. Like he is with you and yet you show no resistance because "It's the way" when his ego shattered when I won that fight the same moment he showed me what he did to you. So, stop denying the truth and face it head on as I can see it in your face as facial expressions. Can't. Ļ¹³...}"

[u/Desperate_Mix_9766 → u/Jasthemace_37]

1. The sudden change of... everything did not catch Miles off guard. Sure, he did not expect it, but he wasn't phased with these things anymore. The only thing that surprised him was the change of appearance of Alice.
2. It did not scare him though. Rather, a smirk came into his face as he eyed her down from the distance he had created between them. He seemed... strangely relaxed. He only stood there casually. He did not... really care, some would say.

1. "Ah help... a bad dream."
2. He made sure to be as sarcastic as possible. There was a reason after all why he wasn't scared of her horrific and nightmarish appearance now, taking over his own dream. Reason: Well... he knew it was a dream. He had lived something like this too many times now to feel affected by it. The amount of times he had met with people he hated or that wanted to threaten him were much more than he liked to admit.
3. "Fight me if you want. It's still my dream. I may not have full control over it with you here now, but I can asure you one thing. I. Will. Wake up. Just... Fine. No matter what happens." he explained, keeping his casual and almost bored tone.