Everything's a PRODUCT! (Yes, I've seen Lego Movie now).

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What did he meant, who are you?
Varvara was still reeling from what she heard Chester say. If she were to describe what she was feeling, she wouldn’t really be able to. It was something foreign, yet dreadful, terrible, but all the same confusing. Why in the world would he say something like that?
“C’mon, don’t joke with me like that!” Varvara chuckled, trying to calm herself down.
<He should better be joking,> Zamarad added, her tone coming across very heated.
And yet, Chester still looked genuinely confused.
“I-uh…” The more he was looking at her, the more he stammered, the more obvious it was that in his mind, she literally became a blank.
Varvara was having hard time taking it all in, even if Zamarad had understood it clearly. So, she started thinking of a way to fix it, like things they did together that could jog his memory.
“Do you remember Zamarad?” She exclaimed, “What about my mom? Do you remember the pond? With the fishes, one where we went to?”
“Umm…”
She was moving uncomfortably close, something she didn’t meant to out of panic.
“What about that time at the centre square? Or that time you helped me in art class? Or when you helped me with Flora? Remember when I told you about her?”
Chester stared at her, and after a short while, gently pushed her back. Then, he said,
“Sorry, I just…don’t remember that.”
Barbie’s mouth dropped.
<Allow me to speak with Azure!> Zamarad demanded.
Varvara took a deep breath. It must be a Torque attack, she concluded. But to fix it, she was going to shift her hope on her spirit partner. She should know what to do, she felt.
“Zamarad says she wants to speak with Azure.”
“Who?” Chester asked, but then his face changed. It was obvious both of them were talking in his head. “Do you even know who they are? You don’t know Zamarad?”
<POTZBLITZ!!! Is he joking?>
Varvara nearly jumped from herself right there. This was the first time she felt Zamarad get angry. True, she would get expressive and passionate, but Varvara knew it was because she didn’t hold herself back. She was actually very pleasant, once you go through the loudness. But now, she definitely was angry.
“What do you mean I changed?” Chester went on to say, looking more confused by the whole thing. What he said made Varvara listen in closer for a bit. “Let me get this straight, you remember as much as I do, but you also feel as if I changed? How’s that work?”
“That means you are peeking!!! Param-Pam-Pah!” A loud voice announced.
Varvara looked behind Chester, and quickly pulled him away. Right behind him stood a clown. But not just any clown, as the ones she remembered were usually silly-looking and nice. But he, for one, had face was just like a Torque’s mannequin ones, yet with a garish assortment of colors for make-up, with a large drawn in smile. The rest of his body was something else, looking like a person, yet stretched and squashed in the wrong places.
“Who are you?” Varvara asked warily. Meanwhile, Chester already pulled his sword out.
“Oh,” the clown look both ways, “You’re asking ‘me’? Goodness! My biggest apologies. I just got really worried you meant someone else. Cause there were so many other people beside me, right? Oy-hohohohoh!” He gave a weird laugh. The way it sounded was as if he was about to screech, but then forced an actual laugh out.
“Is this the Torque? You did something to the driver and my friend too?” Chester questioned him.
“Woah there, too many questions at once! How about we take a turn! We could each ask a question! I’ll go first, what’s you favorite type of porridge?”
Chester rolled his eyes. Varvara felt like he didn’t care to play along.
“Sorry, never liked clowns in the first place…Wait, you’re right!” Chester exclaimed, as if he stumbled on something. “What DID you mean when you said I ‘peeked’?”
The clown looked like it was ready to say something, but then quickly closed his mouth.
“Whoops, I said too much! Oh, I guess we’ll have to skip to the punchline.”
Then the clown took out a cartoonishly-gigantic boxing glove covered in spikes and shiny goo from his back.
“Hey watch-“ Chester was about to say something, until Varvara noticed how the glove seemed to be aimed at her. Before she could react, she felt herself being pushed away, out of nowhere. She watched Chester, who had pushed her away from the boxing glove, causing the giant thing to hit him directly.
“Chester, no!” she cried, seeing his body pulverized and then launched out of their corner and across three houses down the street. She ran to him and shouted, “Are you alright?”
Chester then slowly got up from the ground, though Varvara noticed his silhouette was different.
“Oooh when I get that good-fer-nothing admiral…” Chester spoke suddenly, but his voice was wheezing.
Varvara helped Chester up, but then her mouth fell. Zamarad in her head was gasping from the unusual sight, too. Chester took her hand, as his shook from trying to keep himself stable.
“Sorry dear, but I can’t seem to remember well, where am I..?” Chester asked, his face bearded, wrinkled and old.
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Fotia was walking confidently through the streets, holding quite a few apple based sweets with him and a bottle of water, with a hint of apple taste in it. He went back because he felt the body was going hungry, and since he hadn’t eaten since the morning, might as well take some for himself now. Biting on another piece of apple-“orange”, a group of apple slices that were brown sugar-coated and grouped like an orange, Fotia began wandering down the street and checking everything.
“This should be the way…” He muttered to himself, munching and savoring the bite all the while thinking of navigating through the streets. Pierre rarely would walk around these parts, so he use those memories as efficiently as he wanted. That said, it proved little problem for him once he found a crowd of people.
“Why is she lying on the ground?” A giraffe girl within the crowd spoke, making Fotia wonder what they talked about.
Getting closer, he finally found the person he was looking for, and that was Rose! That is, mini-Rose who took the form of his royal friend, of course. Not beating around the bush, he ran through the crowd of people and straight to the kneeling warrior.
“There you are Rose! I mean to say, smaller Rose,” Fotia fixed himself. “Although, hardly do I admit that you can’t be now Rose when you look like thus!” He chuckled.
Meanwhile, several people made a notice of a small kid standing near the rose-colored warrior. A thought of him somehow knowing her began to spread. They even started guessing who he was himself. And while Fotia didn’t notice it, Flora definitely did.
“How about you keep you mouth quiet and go away-Hnugh!” Flora fell to her elbows, once again. Despite her efforts, she just couldn’t get herself to leave anywhere above the knee height.
“You seem to be dizzy, are you not? If you wish for some food, I-“
“This is not the time! Just get away from here…” Flora asked him, this time more gently. One could almost say she had eyes on the back of her head, as she already figured that people were noticing her conversing with a “kid”. If she were to get any more angrier, they probably will get an even more wrong of an idea.
But then, Fotia left the food on the ground (they came in a bag), and began helping to get her off the ground. After few minutes of struggling, he let her go, before moving up to her and saying, “You seemed to have gained weight!”
“I am LITERALLY under some sort of a curse!!! Can’t you take a hint?!!”
“Why is she screaming at that child?” She heard someone utter, and immediately regretted…well, everything.
As more and more people started to talk amongst themselves, Flora buried her face down to the ground. Might as well let the curse do it’s job correctly right?
“Oi, are you..?” Fotia prodded her. Flora was silently lying face down, until she finally raised herself and looked him straight in the eyes.
“Can you go get the others?” She asked him. “They probably need more help than me.”
“But what of you? Are you sure you will be alright by yourself?”
“Look, Rose and I will be fine…”
“But what of you, young one. You seem stressed for some reason. Is everything okay? Do you need something else?”
Flora’s mouth stopped halfway.
Fotia, on the other hand, chose to reach for his bag, thinking that perhaps she could take some food for herself. Nothing gives more joy than a full stomach! But then as he reached, he noticed something on her foot. A shiny rock was sticking right into her sandal’s sole.
“Oh my, what an unusual rock,” he noted.
He then promptly pulled it out.
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“Hold on tight, please!”
“What did you say? And be gentle, you’ll break my hip!”
“Very, very sorry, sir!”
Varvara dashed through the streets of her town in highest speed she could muster. She had to find the others and find a way to help Chester. Whatever that Torque was, she had a feeling she couldn’t fight him alone. Even Zamarad agreed, seeing his unusual powers affecting all three of them somehow.
But the more she ran, the weirder thing seemed to be getting. She was sure she went the right way, as the streets followed a simple straight line. Yet, she felt like she was going into a completely new place instead. A new building, a new road, a new turn she hadn’t seen before. A sign on the side of the building, a new park she never visited, even though she visited almost all of them.
“What is going on!?” She let out in frustration.
But then, she heard another one of those screech shifting into a forced laugh from before. As if from thin air, that clown appeared right before her.
“Oy-hohohohohohhooh! You should see your face, running all the time, thinking you can get away!” The clown bent town on his knees, unable to hold still. Varvara slowly felt more and more angry at the clown. “But, sorry not sorry, you can’t get out!”
“W-why not?” She asked.
“Because, you forgot where you’re going! Param-Pam-Pah! Ahhahahaahaha!”
Varvara stood there in shock. What did he meant by that? She gazed around and thought about the park again. Of course she’d remember going there, if she went there in the first place! But she never did…And yet it was there, and she could see people moving inside it…Did she forget? Was this his power?
“Lissen here young lady,” Varvara shuddered when she remember Chester on her back, who mounted off out of nowhere. He kept on grumbling, “I dunno who you are, but I already feel hungry, can you get some porridge for me, young lady? Make sure there are no lumps. Also…maybe you can find me a nice…soft bed…I feel, a bit sleepy…”
Varvara wanted to say something, but she noticed how quickly Chester was changing. His beard was long and white, his bright blue color was slowly turning dull-grey, and he seemed way bonier that he had before.
And for some reason, his clothes changed.
But how is that possible!!?
DID SHE FORGET!!?
“What am I supposed to do?” Varvara’s body was growing stiff.
<Varvara, listen to me!> Zamarad called from inside. <Do not give up!>
The emerald warrior froze in her place completely.
<VARVARA!>
The clown gave another laugh.
“Oh, all that effort for naught. But hey!” He took his glove out again. “Maybe you just need a helping hand…”
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