the simulation - re-intro

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Videogames wakes up.
It feels like deja vu. He opens his eyes, thick black dripping from his mouth and his nose and his right eye, and he can't -- remember. He can't remember anything. He'd been having a normal day last he remembers, he thinks, but it feels so distant. He'd had a normal day, and then it's blank. Snatches of something, impressions of feelings.
Videogames can't remember the last few months. And months had to have passed, because the weather'd changed. It's .... nearing the end of winter, he thinks? It's still cold. Very, very cold.
Videogames uncurls, blinking blearily against the light. A brief snatch of pain, for only the briefest second, and then -- it's gone in another blink, as if it never was at all.
He thinks he should be more alarmed by all of this, but all Videgames can feel is a blankness, an empty sense of contented tiredness.
The serval pushes himself to his paws. The black ooze is dripping onto the ground. Was it blood, or something else? Videogames thinks he'd remember if his blood was black. He lifts a paw to his face, only really succeeding in smearing it over his fur. That's .. fine.
Videogames yawns and stretches. He's been away for a while. He doubts anyone remembers him, except maybe Lemy if he's still here, and who doesn't even like him.
It would be so easy to leave. So aimless. It's not like he ever did anything. But it'd be lonely, he thinks. Lonely enough to be worth the effort of getting re-initiated, of being unable to explain why, exactly, he'd vanished. ... ..
That settles it, then. Videogames shakes out his fur, feeling like something other. As though he were only confined to his body in an abstract sense, running through the motions. It doesn't improve through the whole walk back to town, long though it is.
... Now then. If only Videogames could remember where his stuff is. Because he really, really isn't sure. The serval glances around with poorly concealed panic. He hopes nobody touched it -- he wouldn't blame them if they did, but right now he's having enough trouble as is.

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