Sage: Have you left all worldly possessions back in the other place?
Retro: You never told me to do that.
Sage: Too late- let's go!
(The door behind Retro closes, then disappears from sight. Retro looks down to see he is already sitting on a large chair, his appearance looks like that from his childhood.)
Retro: What's all this then?
Sage: Man, you were ugly back then weren't you. Okay, let's get to the fun part, which is probably more boring than you would think.
Retro: Yeah, this is pretty boring.
Sage: Deal with it kid, you still have to know what happened to you back then so we can get on with this story.
Retro: If you can call it that, but OK.
(The Sage hymns to himself for a whole 3 seconds then slaps Retro upside the head repeatedly.)
Retro: STOP DOING THAT.
Retro: Fine, I'm leaving.
Sage: You cannot stop the process now! If you leave now, don't ever expect to learn your full potential.
Retro: Fine, then I won't leave.
Sage: Dayum straight.
Retro: I'll just kill YOU.
Sage: Oh, no.
(Retro reverts back to his Pixel form and launches his fist straight through the Sage's head, until it comes out the other side. The sage's eyes go back into his head, and he starts screaming:)
Sage: Sage: Sage: Sage: Sage: Sage:
(The man who was never named kicks down a different door to the side of Retro. Above the door is a sign that's lit "Questioning in Progress".)
???: No! He's coming to!
Retro: Question mark man? I mean...some guy I don't know...?
Some Guy: We need more anesthesia! Guards!
(A duo of men dressed in black suits charge through the door that the other man came through, in their hands are what looks to be a large baseball gloves that stretch up the arm. A gas is emitting from the palm of their hands. They are both wearing gas masks.)
Retro: What are you guys doing in my childhood memory? I wasn't abducted by aliens until I was 21.
???: He's still a little out of it, just gas him again.
(Retro dodges the one's arm as it just passes his head. With his fist still through the Sage's head, he swings it around and knocks them both out. He charges up Pixel energy to his fist and blows up the Sage completely, scouring parts of metal and glass tubs and other machine parts across the room. Soon a gang of armed guards come charging at him one at a time through the door. He takes care of them easily and then walks over to the first man, who is cowering in the corner behind him.)
Man: Uh...um... hooray! you remembered one of your birthday parties!
(Retro grabs him by the balding head and holds him up in front of him. he looks behind him first to see if any more guards are coming, but there aren't. He stares once more around the room and notices it's starting to look a lot less like the room he was in with the sage. And now, it looks more like a plain white room with a single chair in the center. A two way mirror sits across from it, neighboring that is a white door nearly blending perfectly into the room itself.)
Retro: This is the worst Damnation I've ever been in. What's going on?
Man: You were going to tell us everything we wanted to know.
Retro: Who's "we"?
Man: If I told you I'd have to kill you.
(Retro holds up his arm, which turns into a cannon, up to the man's face, and begins to light the fuse atop of it.)
Man: I mean the CIA!
Retro: I was just in Damnation for like, five months. Why am I here now?
Man: You've been in our custody since five months ago today.
Retro: Where is here, anyway?
Man: That's Classifie- I mean, on a nuclear submarine just north of some nice little town we folk around here like to call (close up) Rapture.
Retro: Sounds repulsive, who's the mayor?
Man: No one RUNS Rapture, man. It's like, changing direction with the wind, y'know?
Retro: Don't change personalities on me, and I want out of here.
Man: The CIA will keep you for however long it takes.
Retro: Takes to what?
Man: Get the information we need of course.
Retro: What information exactly?
Man: The information we need to control Rapture.
Retro: I said "exactly", you're still giving me vague answers, and I'm getting tired of writing your name, man.
Man: Bummer. Well once we captured you we wanted the power of pixels as well as to discover the source of pixels, which is locked away in your memory, and stuff. Once we were done questioning you about your past we could extract your pixels and create our own using your unlimited supply. Then Rapture would be ours.
Retro: But I fell into Damnation, what the hell happened there?
Man: We made the moon son, so I think a little dimension isn't too much trouble.
Retro: What about Epic Dino?
Man: Who? I hope you aren't talking about those pirates who screwed up our dimension using Yerp technology.
Retro: DON'T SAY THAT WORD...IT BURNS.
Man: Anyway, we took you out of that dimension and drugged you while you were weak, then transported you to this submarine. It saves time to unlock your secrets while traveling to Rapture.
Retro: Why do you want to control Rapture?
Man: I guess I can tell you. Well we-
(The cannon goes off, hitting the man at point blank range. Blood splatters in every direction, and retro stares blankly at the mess on the wall.)
Retro: I knew I should have put out that fuse...
(Retro carefully steps over the bodies he let drop on the floor, and makes his way out of the room. He feels like he hasn't walked in months, which he hasn't, but he somehow gets to the front of the sub. Sitting at the deck is Rotcerid, whistling to himself while he steers the sub.)
Rotcerid: I've been expecting you, Mr. Belmont-
(Retro obliterates his body with one blast of his pixel energy, and sits down on the captain's chair, then sets course for Rapture.)
(Elsewhere, Director is sitting casually on something nearby, and for the whole sake of this post, hunches over and "dies"...until...)
Director: Thought I'd die eh? Well it turns out Eggplants aren't connected to Pumpkins in any way. Take that, suckers!
OoC: Yep, I'm done with Retro's thing. So if you want to take it from here you can, but if not I'll post about it sometime later this week.