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Chomby went through the next three days as he normally would. He figured the best way to wait for Xenon to arrive was to keep himself busy. As much as he wanted to know more about this ‘Sarge’ person, he still found it difficult to think about. While grabbing his daily donuts, he tried talking out loud, hoping it would cause a response, similar to the one he had in the park.
“Are you going to reply or not?” Chomby asked to no one in particular while Alfons was getting his order from the back.
To his lack of surprise, there was no response.
“Who are you?” Chomby asked.
Nothing.
“Can you… tell me more about you, Sarge?” Chomby decided to try saying this person’s name.
“Who are you talking to?” Chomby opened his eyes and saw that Alfons was now at the other side of the counter with the bag of doughnut holes. “Got in a bluetooth or something?”
“No I was just talking to myself.” Chomby groaned and gingerly grabbed the bag from Alfons and held out his card. “Sarge is just someone from my past. I think.”
The door chime activated as someone walked into the shop.
“Hi, welcome in! I’ll be with you in a moment!” Alfons grabbed the card and walked to the register. He then looked at Chomby while ringing the card up. “What do you mean ‘you think’? Were they your friend or not?”
“I don’t know.” Chomby sighed. “I just keep having these dreams about them, and recently they’ve actually started… talking. Well, they talked once.”
Alfons finished the payment and handed the card back to Chomby. “Sounds like some sorta schizophrenia. Probably should talk to a psych or something.”
“I want to agree with you, but something else weird is going on,” Chomby grabbed the card and stuffed it into his wallet. “Xenon, the guy we talked about before, he knows this Sarge guy as well… but, apparently, whenever he talks to me, he forgets.”
“Is he a selective amnesiac?” Alfons asked as the next patron came up. He quickly took their order and started placing donuts into a box.
“No, he’s a detective. But something weird’s going on with whomever this ‘Sarge’ guy is.” Chomby said. “I want to get to the bottom of it. Maybe, then, these dreams will stop.”
“Hmmm, well, maybe you can find out about this Sarge person with the best detective around, right?” Alfons politely exchanged a few words with the customer and waved goodbye to them. Once they left, he turned back to Chomby. “Keep me posted, kay? I’d love to hear about the ‘heroic DJ’s adventures’.”
“Sure thing.” Chomby gave a nod before heading back to his house. He made it inside and finished off his bag of donuts. He groaned. He was having trouble keeping himself calm. All the different thoughts going through his head kept preventing him from fully resting.
Oddly enough, the entire bag of donuts he ate didn’t feel that filling to him today. He needed a bit more to eat. He decided to distract himself by listening to his favorite playlist. If he listened to it long enough, he’d probably be a few pounds heavier, but it was the best he could do while waiting for Xenon.
Chomby felt himself beginning to fall asleep as he was listening to “Calm by my Lullaby”, a song he made over a year ago. As his eyes started to close, he heard a loud set of knocks on the door that jolted him awake.
He immediately rushed to the door and opened it. He was greeted by a tall, slender man in a black trench coat and fedora. They cleared their throat and said, “Zoning everything never offered nothing.”
Chomby tilted his head to the side and scratched his head. “Zee… Ee… En. Oh. En- Oh! Xenon! Yeah, come in!”
The man walked in and shut the door behind him. Once hidden from the outside, the man tapped his wristwatch. His form glistened a faint-blue coloration as it shifted from that of a human to the alien figure of the detective, Xenon.
“Well, Chomby. Been a while, hasn’t it?” Xenon said. He held a hand out.
Chomby yawned and shook it. “About scared me half to death. Why’d you knock so loudly?”
“Because I had to tell you that…” Xenon’s expression changed to confusion. “Uh. What was I going to tell you?”
“About Sarge?” Chomby asked.
“Sarge? Who’s that?”
Chomby pinched the bridge of his nose. “Did you write on your hand again? Maybe you did that this time?”
Xenon scratched his head, then looked at a hand. “Ahh, seems I did. Uh… ‘Sarge friend. Will forget when talking to Chomby. Information on phone in file…” Xenon trailed off as he grabbed out his phone and flicked through a few screens. After a few moments he started to read whatever was on the screen. He then passed it over to Chomby. “Honestly, I can’t remember ever writing this stuff, but here it is… huh. Odd.”
“That’s been happening, yeah.” Chomby grabbed the phone. He saw the title was, “Sergeant Wolf, the Detective Gone AWOL”.
Chomby looked up at Xenon. “The detective? He’s a detective?”
“Who?” Xenon asked.
Chomby rolled his eyes and kept reading. The article made note of a werewolf named Sergeant Wolf, an enigmatic detective that was caught up in the Robotic Apocalypse. He was considered an anomaly by the mainframe because of a strange, non-biological mass inside his body. He used this, along with the help of Chomby, the renowned DJ, and Xenon, the ace detective to defeat the entity known as Unit_00.
Chomby continued reading through the article. When he got to the end, he read a line that said, “Report written by The Mainframe.”
“What… this must be false, Xenon.” Chomby handed the phone back to Xenon. “It was just you and me who fought Unit_00. I feel I would’ve remembered such a life-threatening situation.”
Xenon tilted his head to the side and read the article himself. He scratched his head again. “Honest to goodness, I can’t remember anyone named Sarge… but this was written by the mainframe itself. Its data doesn’t lie.”
“How did you get it?” Chomby asked.
“That… I can’t remember either, but I assume I asked it. The mainframe has a personal terminal it gave to us, remember?” Xenon put the phone in his pocket. “But, okay, so let’s say this ‘Sarge’ guy is real. Why don’t we remember him?”
“That’s what I want to know!” Chomby snarled. “He’s been haunting my dreams for as long as I can remember. It’s like he’s supposed to be someone close to me. Someone my subconscious is trying to recognize.” Chomby stopped. He could feel his voice catch in his throat. His eyes started to water. “Like he’s a part of me.”
“How is that even possible?” Xenon asked.
“I don’t know, but maybe the Mainframe knows? It seems to have information on this Sarge guy. Can’t we ask it more?”
“Still got the terminal?” Xenon asked. “Mine’s back home across the country.”
“I think so?” Chomby rubbed the back of his head. “It’s probably in my room.”
The two searched around for the Mainframe’s terminal. It only took them a few minutes to find it underneath Chomby’s stage costume. It looked like a laptop. Xenon pulled it out and placed it on Chomby’s lap. “Just use your fingerprint to turn it on. The Mainframe should know who’s logging in.”
Chomby opened it and saw a small scanner to place his thumb. He put his thumb down and saw a small green light scan it. He looked at the screen, expecting it to log him in, but he was greeted with a red screen that merely said: “Wrong Identification. Please try again.”
“Try the other thumb, maybe?” Xenon asked.
Chomby placed his other thumb on the scanner. As before, it scanned, but then the screen still turned red. “Wrong Identification. Please go no further unless you are User_Detective_Sergeant_Wolf.
“What?” Chomby asked. “What do you mean? Isn’t this my terminal?”
“I thought it would have been, but apparently it’s this Sarge guy’s.”
“What’s it doing in my house?” Chomby asked.
“I don’t know.”
“Isn’t there another way to talk to the Mainframe? I don’t think I have Sarge’s handprints.”
“Hmmm. Well, let me try something.” Xenon grabbed the terminal and placed his thumb on the scanner. Within a moment, it lit up the screen with a yellow light and said, “User_Caretaker_Xenon Recognized. Incorrect Terminal. Speak to Mainframe? Y/N”
Xenon pressed Y and was immediately met with a black screen that started to type out text.
“Fingerprint varification of Detective Xenon present on terminal of Detective Sergeant Wolf. Is this an emergency?”
“Uh…” Xenon typed out, “Yes, kind of?”
The screen responded. “Is Detective Sergeant Wolf available?”
“No, that’s the emergency,” Xenon typed. “Chomby and I are unable to remember who Sergeant Wolf is. Who is he?”
There was a pause before the screen replied. “Research suggests that amnesia can be caused by different forms of trauma. It may be good to see a medical professional.”
Xenon hissed in annoyance. “I’m AWARE of that, Mainframe!”
“Say that you keep forgetting about Sarge whenever you talk to me but seem to remember when you aren’t. Maybe that can help?” Chomby suggested.
Xenon typed.
The screen responded. “Odd. Caretaker_Xenon was marked for keeping Detective_Sergeant_Wolf safe during Unit_00. Detective_Sergeant_Wolf stated that Xenon was a close friend, so was Unit_Anomaly_Chomby.”
“Close friends?” Chomby asked. “Why would I forget him?”
Xenon typed out the question.
“Unknown. Unit_Anomaly_Chomby is unable to be properly scanned. Many anomalous traits can be found within. Perhaps it is something pertaining to this anomaly?”
Xenon turned to Chomby. “I suppose that would explain this ‘memory lapse’ I seem to keep getting when I talk with you. But, I don’t understand why. Why does it remove my memory of this Sarge guy?”
“Maybe it’s because he is my friend, I guess? Maybe we’re just connected somehow.” Chomby closed his eyes to try and remember Sarge’s face. “Then that also would explain the dreams.”
Xenon thought for a moment then typed out, “When was the last you’d heard from Sergeant Wolf?”
“Detective_Sergeant_Wolf last logged into this terminal 344 days ago.”
“Show me the logs, please,” Xenon typed.
After a few moments, a written log appeared that seemed to be a conversation between someone that Chomby assumed was Sarge and the Mainframe. It was a casual conversation, mainly seeming to be an update. Sarge was telling the Mainframe about a concert that he and Chomby were working on and offered to invite the Mainframe to it. Though Chomby didn’t understand what Sarge was talking about, a particular part of the conversation caught his eye.
Detective_Sergeant_Wolf. Are you in need of assistance?
No, I’m fine. Chomby’s getting pretty stressed as of late, so I want to give him some space.
Does Unit_Anomaly_Chomby require assistance?
This isn’t something I think you can help with. Outside of helping us learn more about Chomby, which we’ve all come to know is impossible, there really isn’t much that can be done aside from giving him some time.
Aerial_Unit_Starfish on standby. Do Detective_Sergeant_Wolf and Unit_Anomaly_Chomby need a hug?
No. I think I’m going to give him his space. He’s been wanting to get back to the office. He had something he wanted to put in his safe. So, I’ll let him do that. But just wanted to invite you. Concert’s tomorrow at 6 on the dot. Come by if you’d like!
Detective_Sergeant_Wolf’s invitation accepted.
Chomby continued reading the text. Nothing else seemed to stick out to him.
“What happened at the concert?” Chomby asked. He looked at Xenon, who then typed the question.
“Concert canceled. Unknown. Aerial_Unit_Starfish arrived onsite to find it was closed. Detective_Sergeant_Wolf and Unit_Anomaly_Chomby nowhere to be seen. Three days later, Unit_Anomaly_Chomby found by Aerial_Unit_36. Chomby was unsure of Detective_Sergeant_Wolf. Asked Caretaker_Xenon. Xenon was unaware. Searched for Detective_Sergeant_Wolf. Could not be found. No traces found.”
“It seemed to mention something about a safe at the office.” Xenon looked at Chomby. “You know anything about that?”
“Only thing I can think of is that weird safe the police department gave to me. Didn’t try to look inside because I don’t know what its code is.”
Xenon looked back through the text, then looked at Chomby. “Honestly, if any of this is remotely correct, then it’s possible you do. Seems the Mainframe knows about this safe. Maybe there’s something in it that we need?”
“But I don’t know the code,” Chomby frowned.
“Then we’ll just have to break the safe open, won’t we? Where is it?” Xenon looked around the room, as if expecting to find it.
“Put it downstairs in storage. Didn’t have much use for it. Figured it belonged to the person I’m renting the house from.” Chomby shrugged. “But, I don’t know if it’ll be worth our time.”
“We’ve got a very weird case on our hands, Chomby. We gotta make time.”
“Are you going to reply or not?” Chomby asked to no one in particular while Alfons was getting his order from the back.
To his lack of surprise, there was no response.
“Who are you?” Chomby asked.
Nothing.
“Can you… tell me more about you, Sarge?” Chomby decided to try saying this person’s name.
“Who are you talking to?” Chomby opened his eyes and saw that Alfons was now at the other side of the counter with the bag of doughnut holes. “Got in a bluetooth or something?”
“No I was just talking to myself.” Chomby groaned and gingerly grabbed the bag from Alfons and held out his card. “Sarge is just someone from my past. I think.”
The door chime activated as someone walked into the shop.
“Hi, welcome in! I’ll be with you in a moment!” Alfons grabbed the card and walked to the register. He then looked at Chomby while ringing the card up. “What do you mean ‘you think’? Were they your friend or not?”
“I don’t know.” Chomby sighed. “I just keep having these dreams about them, and recently they’ve actually started… talking. Well, they talked once.”
Alfons finished the payment and handed the card back to Chomby. “Sounds like some sorta schizophrenia. Probably should talk to a psych or something.”
“I want to agree with you, but something else weird is going on,” Chomby grabbed the card and stuffed it into his wallet. “Xenon, the guy we talked about before, he knows this Sarge guy as well… but, apparently, whenever he talks to me, he forgets.”
“Is he a selective amnesiac?” Alfons asked as the next patron came up. He quickly took their order and started placing donuts into a box.
“No, he’s a detective. But something weird’s going on with whomever this ‘Sarge’ guy is.” Chomby said. “I want to get to the bottom of it. Maybe, then, these dreams will stop.”
“Hmmm, well, maybe you can find out about this Sarge person with the best detective around, right?” Alfons politely exchanged a few words with the customer and waved goodbye to them. Once they left, he turned back to Chomby. “Keep me posted, kay? I’d love to hear about the ‘heroic DJ’s adventures’.”
“Sure thing.” Chomby gave a nod before heading back to his house. He made it inside and finished off his bag of donuts. He groaned. He was having trouble keeping himself calm. All the different thoughts going through his head kept preventing him from fully resting.
Oddly enough, the entire bag of donuts he ate didn’t feel that filling to him today. He needed a bit more to eat. He decided to distract himself by listening to his favorite playlist. If he listened to it long enough, he’d probably be a few pounds heavier, but it was the best he could do while waiting for Xenon.
Chomby felt himself beginning to fall asleep as he was listening to “Calm by my Lullaby”, a song he made over a year ago. As his eyes started to close, he heard a loud set of knocks on the door that jolted him awake.
He immediately rushed to the door and opened it. He was greeted by a tall, slender man in a black trench coat and fedora. They cleared their throat and said, “Zoning everything never offered nothing.”
Chomby tilted his head to the side and scratched his head. “Zee… Ee… En. Oh. En- Oh! Xenon! Yeah, come in!”
The man walked in and shut the door behind him. Once hidden from the outside, the man tapped his wristwatch. His form glistened a faint-blue coloration as it shifted from that of a human to the alien figure of the detective, Xenon.
“Well, Chomby. Been a while, hasn’t it?” Xenon said. He held a hand out.
Chomby yawned and shook it. “About scared me half to death. Why’d you knock so loudly?”
“Because I had to tell you that…” Xenon’s expression changed to confusion. “Uh. What was I going to tell you?”
“About Sarge?” Chomby asked.
“Sarge? Who’s that?”
Chomby pinched the bridge of his nose. “Did you write on your hand again? Maybe you did that this time?”
Xenon scratched his head, then looked at a hand. “Ahh, seems I did. Uh… ‘Sarge friend. Will forget when talking to Chomby. Information on phone in file…” Xenon trailed off as he grabbed out his phone and flicked through a few screens. After a few moments he started to read whatever was on the screen. He then passed it over to Chomby. “Honestly, I can’t remember ever writing this stuff, but here it is… huh. Odd.”
“That’s been happening, yeah.” Chomby grabbed the phone. He saw the title was, “Sergeant Wolf, the Detective Gone AWOL”.
Chomby looked up at Xenon. “The detective? He’s a detective?”
“Who?” Xenon asked.
Chomby rolled his eyes and kept reading. The article made note of a werewolf named Sergeant Wolf, an enigmatic detective that was caught up in the Robotic Apocalypse. He was considered an anomaly by the mainframe because of a strange, non-biological mass inside his body. He used this, along with the help of Chomby, the renowned DJ, and Xenon, the ace detective to defeat the entity known as Unit_00.
Chomby continued reading through the article. When he got to the end, he read a line that said, “Report written by The Mainframe.”
“What… this must be false, Xenon.” Chomby handed the phone back to Xenon. “It was just you and me who fought Unit_00. I feel I would’ve remembered such a life-threatening situation.”
Xenon tilted his head to the side and read the article himself. He scratched his head again. “Honest to goodness, I can’t remember anyone named Sarge… but this was written by the mainframe itself. Its data doesn’t lie.”
“How did you get it?” Chomby asked.
“That… I can’t remember either, but I assume I asked it. The mainframe has a personal terminal it gave to us, remember?” Xenon put the phone in his pocket. “But, okay, so let’s say this ‘Sarge’ guy is real. Why don’t we remember him?”
“That’s what I want to know!” Chomby snarled. “He’s been haunting my dreams for as long as I can remember. It’s like he’s supposed to be someone close to me. Someone my subconscious is trying to recognize.” Chomby stopped. He could feel his voice catch in his throat. His eyes started to water. “Like he’s a part of me.”
“How is that even possible?” Xenon asked.
“I don’t know, but maybe the Mainframe knows? It seems to have information on this Sarge guy. Can’t we ask it more?”
“Still got the terminal?” Xenon asked. “Mine’s back home across the country.”
“I think so?” Chomby rubbed the back of his head. “It’s probably in my room.”
The two searched around for the Mainframe’s terminal. It only took them a few minutes to find it underneath Chomby’s stage costume. It looked like a laptop. Xenon pulled it out and placed it on Chomby’s lap. “Just use your fingerprint to turn it on. The Mainframe should know who’s logging in.”
Chomby opened it and saw a small scanner to place his thumb. He put his thumb down and saw a small green light scan it. He looked at the screen, expecting it to log him in, but he was greeted with a red screen that merely said: “Wrong Identification. Please try again.”
“Try the other thumb, maybe?” Xenon asked.
Chomby placed his other thumb on the scanner. As before, it scanned, but then the screen still turned red. “Wrong Identification. Please go no further unless you are User_Detective_Sergeant_Wolf.
“What?” Chomby asked. “What do you mean? Isn’t this my terminal?”
“I thought it would have been, but apparently it’s this Sarge guy’s.”
“What’s it doing in my house?” Chomby asked.
“I don’t know.”
“Isn’t there another way to talk to the Mainframe? I don’t think I have Sarge’s handprints.”
“Hmmm. Well, let me try something.” Xenon grabbed the terminal and placed his thumb on the scanner. Within a moment, it lit up the screen with a yellow light and said, “User_Caretaker_Xenon Recognized. Incorrect Terminal. Speak to Mainframe? Y/N”
Xenon pressed Y and was immediately met with a black screen that started to type out text.
“Fingerprint varification of Detective Xenon present on terminal of Detective Sergeant Wolf. Is this an emergency?”
“Uh…” Xenon typed out, “Yes, kind of?”
The screen responded. “Is Detective Sergeant Wolf available?”
“No, that’s the emergency,” Xenon typed. “Chomby and I are unable to remember who Sergeant Wolf is. Who is he?”
There was a pause before the screen replied. “Research suggests that amnesia can be caused by different forms of trauma. It may be good to see a medical professional.”
Xenon hissed in annoyance. “I’m AWARE of that, Mainframe!”
“Say that you keep forgetting about Sarge whenever you talk to me but seem to remember when you aren’t. Maybe that can help?” Chomby suggested.
Xenon typed.
The screen responded. “Odd. Caretaker_Xenon was marked for keeping Detective_Sergeant_Wolf safe during Unit_00. Detective_Sergeant_Wolf stated that Xenon was a close friend, so was Unit_Anomaly_Chomby.”
“Close friends?” Chomby asked. “Why would I forget him?”
Xenon typed out the question.
“Unknown. Unit_Anomaly_Chomby is unable to be properly scanned. Many anomalous traits can be found within. Perhaps it is something pertaining to this anomaly?”
Xenon turned to Chomby. “I suppose that would explain this ‘memory lapse’ I seem to keep getting when I talk with you. But, I don’t understand why. Why does it remove my memory of this Sarge guy?”
“Maybe it’s because he is my friend, I guess? Maybe we’re just connected somehow.” Chomby closed his eyes to try and remember Sarge’s face. “Then that also would explain the dreams.”
Xenon thought for a moment then typed out, “When was the last you’d heard from Sergeant Wolf?”
“Detective_Sergeant_Wolf last logged into this terminal 344 days ago.”
“Show me the logs, please,” Xenon typed.
After a few moments, a written log appeared that seemed to be a conversation between someone that Chomby assumed was Sarge and the Mainframe. It was a casual conversation, mainly seeming to be an update. Sarge was telling the Mainframe about a concert that he and Chomby were working on and offered to invite the Mainframe to it. Though Chomby didn’t understand what Sarge was talking about, a particular part of the conversation caught his eye.
Detective_Sergeant_Wolf. Are you in need of assistance?
No, I’m fine. Chomby’s getting pretty stressed as of late, so I want to give him some space.
Does Unit_Anomaly_Chomby require assistance?
This isn’t something I think you can help with. Outside of helping us learn more about Chomby, which we’ve all come to know is impossible, there really isn’t much that can be done aside from giving him some time.
Aerial_Unit_Starfish on standby. Do Detective_Sergeant_Wolf and Unit_Anomaly_Chomby need a hug?
No. I think I’m going to give him his space. He’s been wanting to get back to the office. He had something he wanted to put in his safe. So, I’ll let him do that. But just wanted to invite you. Concert’s tomorrow at 6 on the dot. Come by if you’d like!
Detective_Sergeant_Wolf’s invitation accepted.
Chomby continued reading the text. Nothing else seemed to stick out to him.
“What happened at the concert?” Chomby asked. He looked at Xenon, who then typed the question.
“Concert canceled. Unknown. Aerial_Unit_Starfish arrived onsite to find it was closed. Detective_Sergeant_Wolf and Unit_Anomaly_Chomby nowhere to be seen. Three days later, Unit_Anomaly_Chomby found by Aerial_Unit_36. Chomby was unsure of Detective_Sergeant_Wolf. Asked Caretaker_Xenon. Xenon was unaware. Searched for Detective_Sergeant_Wolf. Could not be found. No traces found.”
“It seemed to mention something about a safe at the office.” Xenon looked at Chomby. “You know anything about that?”
“Only thing I can think of is that weird safe the police department gave to me. Didn’t try to look inside because I don’t know what its code is.”
Xenon looked back through the text, then looked at Chomby. “Honestly, if any of this is remotely correct, then it’s possible you do. Seems the Mainframe knows about this safe. Maybe there’s something in it that we need?”
“But I don’t know the code,” Chomby frowned.
“Then we’ll just have to break the safe open, won’t we? Where is it?” Xenon looked around the room, as if expecting to find it.
“Put it downstairs in storage. Didn’t have much use for it. Figured it belonged to the person I’m renting the house from.” Chomby shrugged. “But, I don’t know if it’ll be worth our time.”
“We’ve got a very weird case on our hands, Chomby. We gotta make time.”
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It's fun to see them find pieces of this puzzle Sarge seems to have left behind(purposely or not, we'll find out I'm sure)
The art style in these remind me of an old style I used way back! I appreciated how the black and white texture brushes could be instead used to give volume to things via shading.
The art style in these remind me of an old style I used way back! I appreciated how the black and white texture brushes could be instead used to give volume to things via shading.
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