BMC|| Young and Menace

§ II. §

//"Never supposed to make it half this far"//

"Okay Jer just breathe," he said to himself, breathing steadily as he paced around in the quarters, "How did I end up here. Let's see, I- no she...a person drank something. Someone saying not to do it before I crashed into a ocean and all I saw was purple. Then here. Is this some ... alternate reality that I'm king?...DOES THAT MEAN THIS JER IS IN MY REALITY?" Jeremy couldn't help but grasp at his hair, trying to bring himself stable once again. Whatever this was, it was driving him insane.

He couldn't help but to think of what happened and how he got here, maybe he's drunk? No that's stupid. It can't be a dream either, it's all to real to be. He sighed, giving up and going to his bed were he sat at the foot of it. He glanced at the crown that was sitting next to him. The reflection of himself shined in the jewels that were graved into it. He sighed once more as he grasped it. He took a deeper look into the crown, kinda admiring it yet cursing at it. He can't be a king to a place he doesn't even know, god this was some sick fairytale if he were to say.

Jeremy snapped back into reality as he felt something hit his thumb, he noticed the crown had streaks of water on it. He sniffled as he wiped his eyes, god look at me.

Yes look at you Jeremy, pathetic.

The sound of metal rang through the large room. Jeremy quickly bolted up, looking around his room. That voice, it sounded so familiar, but where? His thoughts stopped as Jer heard a knock from his door.

"Come in," he mumbled as he looked in the mirror that was facing him. Man, he looked dead.

"Thir. There is an emergency with are forces, someone isth sending a threat and-"

"Al-alright i'll-," Jeremy started, turning around only to stop in his tracks. A short male. A short male with a red streak in his blonde hair and a burn flourishing up the left side of his face. Along side was the lisps he knows from a dreaded night not to long ago. A familiar face-

"Rich!?"

The guard looked at him worried, before nodding, "yes that is my name sir."

Rich was taken aback with a tackle hug, Jeremy basically throwing himself at him.

"Oh god Rich! Thank god it's been so long! I'm so glad I can recognize someone here!"

Rich tensed, confused yet also concerned for the new king. He awkwardly patted his back, "it's nice to see you to buddy?"

Clearly realizing how awkward it was, Jeremy stepped back a bit, shuffling his long robes. He coughed, "so um...w-whats going on?"

"Oh! Follow me we need to go down to the front pad," Rich said as he started leading Jeremy down the halls of the castle. Seeing Rich opened up his memory more, if he's here then-

"Sooo, um is Jake here too," Jeremy asked, already regretting it as he made it more awkward.

"He is down with the others already, we need your help sending one of the troop squads."

"Okay," Jere muttered, "Chloe?"

"...the designer? shes in the workshop in the plaza?"

"Brooke?"

"Our chef will not be fighting with us, are you okay," Rich asked, giving him a worried look.

"Y-Yeah! Just um ... running my memory," Jeremiah nervously laughed, "Jenna?"

"Our mage is there, so yes she is there."

Jeremy gasped to himself before stuttering, "i-is Christine here?"

"She is just a bookworm, she won't be helping."

"O-oh...oh! So that means Micha-"

"We don't talk about that traitor in these parts! I thought we told you about the rule."

Jere gulped, "please um remind me i-i seem to forget?"

"Jeremiah, he injured your father. You were there, you sent him away."

Jeremy tensed, just like in his reality. He blocked him out of this one too, oh god memories we're going to be the death of him. Wait- if everyone is here that means-

"Rich....who did we get the threat from."

The short armoured male turned around.

"King Heere, we got the threat from the SQUIP empire, they're back"