I awoke in an alleyway, fur soaked by the seemingly relentless rain falling around me. I had no idea where I was, or who is was, for that matter. My memory was just... blank. The harder I tried to remember, the more lost I seemed to get inside my own mind. I was cold, wet, confused and alone. Wherever I was seemed to be some sort of city, not too terribly huge from what I could see between lightning strikes, but a sizable place none the less. Hearing a rustling noise from behind me, and acting up instinct, lashed out with my left paw. To my surprise, my paw never made contact with my target, and was instead caught in another paw, much like what humans call a handshake. Looking up, I found my paw in the grip of a sharply dressed vulpine, his eyes a piercing green. He was quite the slender fellow, only an inch or two shorter than myself, but had to weigh no more than 150 lbs. He must have noticed the confusion plastered on my face, as he spoke first. “What are you doing out here all alone, soggybottom?” he said sarcastically as he helped me to my feet. “You shouldn't be out here with a head injury like that.” he said, placing a paw to the side of my head. “W-what head injury?!” I stammered, reaching a paw up and feeling over my head. Feeling nothing, I cut him a stern glance. “Very funny... mind telling me where I am, stranger?” I asked none to politely. His flashed a quick smile. “So you don't remember, huh? Can't blame you after getting walloped like that.” he gestured to the street outside the alleyway, “Let's get you home.”

I don't know what I was thinking, following this complete stranger that seemed to be babbling on in nothing but what seemed to be nonsense, but I didn't have a lot of options in my given situation. He hailed a cab and we both clambered in. He mumbled something to the driver, whose species I couldn't quite make out, and we departed. Looking out the window, I took in all I could. Medium-sized city. Bad neighborhood. Surplus of bars and other locations of questionable repute. What in the world was I doing in a place like this? “Don't bother asking, I can't tell you.” I heard the fox say. “Ask you what...?” I replied. “Don't ask me what you were doing out here, who you are, where we are now. You'll have to find out for yourself, big guy.” I was about ninety-percent sure this guy was taking me someplace to drug me and harvest my organs, but I was in no condition to do anything about it. I felt an overwhelming weakness, a huge weight on my entire body, and my mind seemed to be racing in every direction at once, finding nothing but its own walls to bounce off of. The cab ride lasted almost half an hour, the surrounding city getting progressively less questionable as we drove along. We finally pulled up to what appeared to be some sort of apartment, the kind with two stories and the little buzzer door bell outside. The fox got out, without paying I noticed, and walked around to my side, opening my door. “Get out.” he said without any hint of recognizable emotion.

I stepped out into the still pouring rain, whatever bit of my fur that had dried in the cab ride was once again soaked. I followed him up to the doorstep of apartment number 106. It was kind of off to itself, ground floor. He rapped on the door none to gently, even though I was sure it had to be past midnight. There was the sound of claws scrambling across wood floor, then fast paced footsteps up to the door. The occupant only opened the door far enough to peek out, only his teal-colored eyes visible through the crack. “Is this yours?” the fox asked impatiently, gesturing over his shoulder to me. Upon the teal eyes catching sight of me, the the door flew open, and a brown blur pushed past the fox. I found myself caught in a tight embrace, a soft brown head pushed against my chest, rubbing into my wet fur. “Where have you been? I was so worried, you weren't answering your phone and it had been three days, I....” his voice trailed off as he looked up at me. He was, from what I could tell, a river otter. His voice had some sort of British accent, though not a thick one. “What's wrong...?” he asked, noticing my vacant stare. “Well, I'm done here, you two play nice now.” the fox said turning and getting back into the cab, departing without another word.



The otter grabbed my arm, dragging me inside and slamming the door shut behind me. I couldn't help put feel like a pup being told off by his mother as he chided me. “You had me worried sick, you know that? I thought something terrible had happened to you! Now tell me where you've been!” I took a step towards the door, pulling a wry face. “I have no idea what you're talking about... and who are you? Where am I?” I'd never seen someone's facial expression change so fast before, his changing to that of extreme shock. He padded up to me, putting a paw to my chest. “W-what do you mean, Flynn?” he stammered, looking into my eyes pleadingly. “I'm your best friend and this is your home. We... we live here together.” he said in disbelief. “Are you being serious? You don't remember anything?” I pushed his paw away and walked over to a white sofa in what appeared to be a living room. “No... I don't. What did you call me?” I asked, glancing back at him. I could see tears welling up in his eyes. “I called you Flynn... it's your name...” he replied, his voice shaking. I flopped onto the sofa, which I had to admit did feel familiar. It was all so much to take in at once. I sat there staring at the floor, trying to recall anything at all. A shirt and a pair of pants flopped onto the couch's arm. “Here... at least change before you get everything soaked.” the otter said. “Thanks...um,” I said, unsure what to address him as still. “Haydn... it's Haydn.” he said, shedding his own shirt and flopping onto the couch as I stood. “Where your... our bathroom?” I asked. “Just down the hall, but you can change right here.” he replied, looking me over quite curiously for someone that claimed to have been my best friend.

Not thinking anything of it, I shed my wet clothing. Looking over at the clothing he had laid out, I looked over my shoulder at him. “There's no boxers...?” I asked, looking down at my soaked ones still around my waist. He stood, padding over to me, “You won't need any for a while..” he said his paw running down the small of my back, which caused be to jump forward, blushing a bit. “What's the big idea?” I barked. He chuckled, “You really don't remember anything, huh?” I stood, ears lowered, looking at him embarrassed. “You mean... you and me...” He grinned from ear to ear. “Oh, wow. You poor thing... guess it will be like the night we met all over again.” he said, putting and arm around my waist and delivering a quick peck against my cheek. I laughed sheepishly, looking down at him. This was going to be a long night...

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I've had quite a few people ask about Haydn and Flynn's relationship, so while the power was out during a HUGE storm for a few hours, I cooked this up.

It's a very important part of their story, though definitely not the beginning or end. If you guys want me to continue this story, I will, just let me know.

This was something done out of extreme boredom, and leaves quite a bit of questions still unanswered. Some questions will be answered, but not all.

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