Some intricate, long, long dream that I could not let go of.
Really, I thought for the longest time that past life was just some dream I had. Before being the King of the Squirrels, like me."He nods, holding his head. "I.I have not always been.y'know.""You were someone else. "So it was not just a fever.I should have known." He shakes his head. "Yes, yes! And, and it feels like there's a bit of a haze when he is watching you."The King blinks. It tells you what to do, what to think, what to say and it is almost like a fever dream."Google blinks. More words are muttered and, as Google tries to see if he can understand any of it, the King stands up, going over to him again.He stares at him for a good while before saying, "It is much like possession.
What it does, he isn't sure but whatever it is, it requires the King to take some peanut butter from his face and apply it to the tree. He mutters some words to it, seemingly lost in his own world.Google's memories are faint but he believes it is a ritual of sorts. It is hard to tell." He stands up again, going over to one of the trees with peanut butter and sits down on his knees. At least, I think it has been a long time. "I have not spoken to anyone else in a long time. I'm King of the Squirrels-Hm." He holds his head. "You saw that by looking into my eyes?"He nods. ".What?"The other shakes his head, pushing him away. It is just odd.".You share my glasses."Google blinks. He is not entirely sure why he is doing this but it is not exactly problematic or anything. Google stares into his eyes, confusion clearly saturating his features as the other continues staring. Google tenses, moving to back away but only to have the King pull him close, looking into his eyes closely. There's this guy that's an author that coordinated everything and now leads me from place to place as he writes to hopefully complete some story he has in mind-""Wait." He comes closer to him, too close.
I was a human but then I volunteered to get changed into an android and.well, here I am."".That was not a long story.""Well, there's more to it. ".I'm-I'm-I'm King of-" He shakes out of the repeat. He was usually so aloof really, even when he would go out in front for a war, part of him still never fit that part of being a “king”, which he did enjoy to some extent, certainly made the old him feel somewhat normal."Who are you?" the King asks."Oh, uh, I'm Google."The other blinks. "What do you mean?"He pulls his lips in, seemingly in thought and probably the most serious Google never imagined he could be. "That is not what happened."Google blinks, confusion masking his features. You, you went insane! As you fought on the battlefield, you got injured! And then, and then you got lost in the woods chanting who you are over and over again, eventually left to bleed out as the humans got what they wanted in the end.""." The King looked away, holding the side of his stomach. I remember you went mad with anger and blood lust and sent out forces to attack at the humans who tried to take over your domain, steal your people away. I know about your adventures and what happened with the kingdom, your subjects. "You've “read” my story? What do you mean?" He continues applying the peanut butter to his face as though he is only applying a face mask."I read your story. "Memories aren't I’m King of the Squirrels-dammit."Google shakes his head "No, no no no I don't know, well, I mean I didn't know you for whoever you were before but I read your story! You're the King of the Squirrels, ruler of the kingdom North Acorn Haven?"The other man blinks.
"What do you mean? Do I know you? Or, did I know you?" He holds his head.
".I'm King of the Squirrels? Egh, forgive me." He shakes his head, taking a breath.