Sidebottom could've wept, but no now was not the time for tears. There would be enough for that later. Right now he had a long night ahead of him, and all of it in the next twenty minutes.
Knowing now that this had to be done a little at a time, he raised his hands and put two fingers on each of Boober's temples. As he spoke, memories would come filling back in; internally a small chest opened, letting light flow from a small grey orb and back into where they belonged in Boober's mind. Boober might sense more than see, but there was another glowing orb beside that one...
"Gobo, he's... He's not from here. Neither are we, and neither is Matt. We're from a kingdom called Slonce, that split off from the Rock a few cycles ago. We have... had," he gulped softly, "a king and a queen. I was the jester, and you, you were my me. And Gobo, he..." He couldn't talk, just let the image of a small infant in Gobo's colors speak for him.
Then the memories shifted, to chaos, screams, and a terrified flight. "Then the Poison Cacklers came. Their majesties entrusted me with getting the little prince to safety so they could save their people. I came to the Rock, to Matt, who promised to raise Gobo. I closed off any memories he might've had from that day, then I let you take over, taking your memories of it too."
Then the mental pictures blurred, shifting to present day, to strings of Gobo singing a melancholy song in a cave alone, to Sidebottom and Boober arguing, then to blackness again.
"But they started to come back, and I got scared. I got scared, alright?? Gobo wasn't supposed to know yet, we never heard from the kingdom. I told you, but you freaked out, no surprise," a humorless, bitter chuckle, "and then I promised to take the memories. To keep him, and you, safe until we knew more. But I guess it wasn't enough."
The chest closed but didn't lock. Boober's memories were emptied from it, but the golden-colored ones remained. Sidebottom sighed, closing the link and stepping back. He turned his head, watching Gobo, who had curled up on top of Boober's blankets and at least seemed to be sleeping sweetly. "I promised to keep an eye on him, and I haven't done a good job of it. I just hid. Who's gonna trust the jester to take care of a baby??
"I'm just gunk. You did all the real work." Sounding more like Boober than himself, he pulled his hat off and looked down, worrying the rim of it in his hands. "...And now you know. Again. Iiii- I don't know what to do."
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Date: 2021-06-29 02:16 am (UTC)Knowing now that this had to be done a little at a time, he raised his hands and put two fingers on each of Boober's temples. As he spoke, memories would come filling back in; internally a small chest opened, letting light flow from a small grey orb and back into where they belonged in Boober's mind. Boober might sense more than see, but there was another glowing orb beside that one...
"Gobo, he's... He's not from here. Neither are we, and neither is Matt. We're from a kingdom called Slonce, that split off from the Rock a few cycles ago. We have... had," he gulped softly, "a king and a queen. I was the jester, and you, you were my me. And Gobo, he..." He couldn't talk, just let the image of a small infant in Gobo's colors speak for him.
Then the memories shifted, to chaos, screams, and a terrified flight. "Then the Poison Cacklers came. Their majesties entrusted me with getting the little prince to safety so they could save their people. I came to the Rock, to Matt, who promised to raise Gobo. I closed off any memories he might've had from that day, then I let you take over, taking your memories of it too."
Then the mental pictures blurred, shifting to present day, to strings of Gobo singing a melancholy song in a cave alone, to Sidebottom and Boober arguing, then to blackness again.
"But they started to come back, and I got scared. I got scared, alright?? Gobo wasn't supposed to know yet, we never heard from the kingdom. I told you, but you freaked out, no surprise," a humorless, bitter chuckle, "and then I promised to take the memories. To keep him, and you, safe until we knew more. But I guess it wasn't enough."
The chest closed but didn't lock. Boober's memories were emptied from it, but the golden-colored ones remained. Sidebottom sighed, closing the link and stepping back. He turned his head, watching Gobo, who had curled up on top of Boober's blankets and at least seemed to be sleeping sweetly. "I promised to keep an eye on him, and I haven't done a good job of it. I just hid. Who's gonna trust the jester to take care of a baby??
"I'm just gunk. You did all the real work." Sounding more like Boober than himself, he pulled his hat off and looked down, worrying the rim of it in his hands. "...And now you know. Again. Iiii- I don't know what to do."