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[need_to_rule_it]

[rustling, a groan, a yawn...Billy is waking up at his workdesk again]

Wait...huh?

[shuffling as he pushes papers around. His research notes were jumbled in with other jotted equations, which had some other guy's name on it.]

W-what is going on, here? Who's 'Fred'?

[looking around, there was stuff everywhere, completely covering his room. Pictures and

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[chasingvisions]

Fred. Huh. [frowns. there's something familiar about that name. and this guy's voice. hmm]

[need_to_rule_it]

Yeah. 'Huh' indeed.

[inspecting the equations]

At least the guy looks smart.

[chasingvisions]

That name sounds so familiar. Maybe I knew a Fred.

[need_to_rule_it]

Well. If you happen to run into him, let him know I have some important-looking stuff of his.

Oh...[clears throat]...if you happen to find anything labeled "Billy," let me know?

[warcraftandcash]

It's a talking journal. You're in a castle. Kitchen's on the first floor. I have no idea who Fred is. I don't think anyone can tell you anything else.

We all seem to have some laser-guided amnesia here.

[need_to_rule_it]

Yeah yeah, I know all that...[huh, he really did. Weird.]

Wh-- ...amnesia? Like, at one point, all this stuff made sense?

[he tried so hard ignore all the things that his brain was telling him he should know but didn't]

[warcraftandcash]

I'm guessing. Unless we're all clones put here as an experiment to see what we do when surrounded by strangers and pictures with peoples' names on them. Amnesia's a better option, I think.

[need_to_rule_it]

I don't know. The other one doesn't sound half bad.

[staring in disbelief at a picture of himself posing in a labcoat and welding goggles]

[_fredless]

My name's Fred.

[need_to_rule_it]

Pfft. No offense, but you don't sound like a 'Fred'.

[_fredless]

No, I'm a Fred. I'm certain of it. It's the only thing I am sure of really.

[need_to_rule_it]

...Oh. [clears throat] Um.

If that's the case, then--uh--I have some...math...of yours. Here.