My Music Box

Chapter 2

(AN: This song is one of my favorite songs. Ever. It's so beautiful, and so sad and I love it! This is actually what inspired this whole book! The book's not a musical, so you don't have to listen to it, but I just wanted to link it at the top to share it, because its one of my favorites. Also, different characters get different kinds of POVs. Luigi got 3rd person. This chapter will be in 2nd person.)

You open your eyes, vision blurring. Who are you? What are you doing? Where are you? You can't even recall what your name is.

You find yourself in a strange place with no recollection on how you got here.

Okay, think, think, think. What do you do when you wake up in a situation such as this? Make a plan. 

Step one, figure out who you are.

You're about to search and scan your memories, looking for answers, when you notice the two sets of eyes staring down at you.

You take a brief pause on your own quest to remember who or what you are and blink a few times, clearing your vision so you can begin to notice features. One is a girl. Pink hair. She looks familiar, but more on her later. Your eyes and mind are drawn to the other person immediately. The guy. 

You feel something itching in the back of your mind, and even though you've just met him and have no idea who he is, you want to say something.

Hey, don't do it please.

You see the two of them speak to each other, but don't quite process what they're saying. You're too busy thinking. Why do you want to say that? Why do you care? You don't know who any of these people are. 

Just focus on yourself.

Figure out who you are first, then assess the situation.

But... you can't find it in you. Curiosity forces you to take a deeper look at the guy. You're a little ticked at the fact that you're mind is making you waste time on this. 

He wore a top hat, monocle, and a large white cloak around himself. He seemed to often keep it around his own body, a way of closing himself off from the world. His eyes were a glowing, unnatural orange, and he wore a metaphorical mask which showed a powerful leader. But you aren't fooled. 

No, if you look closely, you can see through the cracks. When you look closely, you can see it all. His pains, his reasoning. Behind the orange glow of his eyes, you can sense some sadness. You can also see it in the way he holds himself. He is trying to appear as a powerful leader.

You think the girl next to him can see it too. You don't know what believes you to think this, but never mind that. You take a deeper look at him.

The way he frowns slightly as he speaks, it makes you believe that maybe he had lost something important to him in the past. He has the look of someone who is missing a piece of themselves.

How can you tell? You have no idea. You have no idea why you're just sitting here, theorizing about these random people who you've never seen or met before.

You shake your head and sit up as they continue talking.

For Grambi's sake, please?! Am I serious?! I can't believe that for some stupid reason I'm letting this get to me?! Why am I wasting time thinking about this?! Why do I feel bad for him?! He's lucky that he at least knows who he is! He's lucky he knows what's happening! I'm an idiot for thinking about this! Just get back to figuring out who I am. Stay on task.

Yet, something inside you wants to help him, so you stand up and offer a hand.

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Alright, next day! It's time you figure out who you are. You sit down to eat lunch, after making sure nobody was here so you could get time to think for yourself.