1. Flashback
Cold. Bright. Sterile. Sharp. Voices. Click. Shouts.
Sights, sounds, tastes, textures, smells, and emotions. None of them made much sense. However, they were somehow... familiar, familiar in the way one might have vague memories of their first toys or room. Familiar but... distant. A piece of their past, something they couldn't quite meddle out. It was all so confusing. Suddenly, a voice pierced through the din. It sounded male, though they never had much experience with living things so they couldn't be sure, though it also sounded young and high pitched. Along with the voice came a flood of warmth and safety, but for what reasons, they didn't know. They focused on the voice, making out words through the discord of sounds.
"P3T, you'll never leave me, right? We're best friends until the end!"
Something like guilt coursed through their body, again they didn't know why, were they P3T? They thought their name was Pet. It was all so strange.