89 After That Day - Chriss Version 1 (1/2)

A/N: You can treat this as a side story, this took place after the Fake Wendy subarc.

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Back to four days ago, Tuesday morning.

Due to some weird reasons, he woke up feeling groggy and his head ached so much that he really felt like dying.

”Damn! Did someone hit me on the head with a bat or anything hard?” he complained, furrowing his brows at the pain that overwhelmed him.

Moments later, after hugging his head for a minute or two, he started feeling dizzy.

Memories he couldn't initially remember came rushing in, prompting him to not know which was which.

There were two sets of memories playing in his mind. And because they're contrary to each other, his brain couldn't tell which one to acknowledge as real.

The first told him that after he saw the real Wendy flee, he ended up spending a night at a hotel. This seemed to be the more logical one as he had indeed woke up in an unfamiliar room. When he also walked out of the room, he saw an elevator nearby which obviously his house or any other normal house couldn't possibly have.

It was around 7:30 am. After checking himself out and seeing that he was wearing a suspiciously unfamiliar set of clothes, he shook his head and realized that many things actually still didn't add up. Then while walking back home to change into uniforms, he tried to analyze the second set of memories.

The second suggested that he fled with the real Wendy to Velvet City. Then around midnight, someone who seemed to be Wendy's nerdy best friend arrived. This girl caught him by surprise when she suddenly hypnotized him to forget many things.

He was even almost slapped to death, left at a train station to freeze to death. However, the violent woman went back to hypnotize him again. It seemed she wanted him to make his family or friends believe that he overnighted at some acquaintance's house... That doesn't make sense though. But he finally realized everything that happened.

And his latest discovery chilled his heart. There was a recurring sentence in his brain telling him, no, ordering him to come to school, saying everything was already alright. And he was currently sweating buckets as he asked himself, how could that possibly be.

He heard this sentence when he arrived at school. As he joined the last batch of latecomers jogging a lap around the circle, Chris' brain which still hurt from the returning memories throbbed again, aching due to the system's unwelcomed shout.

Then the system deliberately complained and shouted to make his headache worse. Chris also got angry and shouted at it to go away. Somehow his outburst immediately shut it up, making it quietly cry in one corner of his mind.

While feeling so tired and beat up, he finally finished the lap. He waited a bit for others to catch up. Then when everyone finally reached the finish line, the strict baton-wielding guard finally let his batch go to their respective classrooms.

”Chris Meyer! You're so crazy, huh? You have the cheeks to go to class at 9:40 am?” the fat History teacher glared at him angrily.

The gloomy-faced bloke only stared back at him, then recited the apology line taught to them since elementary, ”Sorry teacher, sorry classmates, I'm late.”

Of course, the teacher got angrier since there was no trace of politeness or sincerity from his voice. Unfortunately, Chris had already sat at the back, leaving the fat man with no choice but hammer the table with his fist.

”Hey, what happened to you? You look like you are raped!” whispered to him by one of his friends.