"John, what, the actual fuck." Seraphina slams her palm onto the desk, so hard, it stung. The whole group turned to look at her. John instead, flinches and squeaks, almost as if he was afraid. "What the fuck is this?!" She stomps over to him, "What the fuck are you playing at?!"

"I-- I'm--"

Though, she wasn't even letting John have a chance to speak. "Shut up! I don't wanna hear the bullshit!"  She waved her arm at him, shutting him up. Some part of her wanted to let him speak, explain, but the other just wanted to turn a blind eye.

And to not acknowledge him.

John stands there, confused and terrified. She clearly didn't like him, though, he couldn't understand why. "John, why are you here?" Remi took a more, calm, and open-minded approach instead of Seraphina. "Clearly, I don't see that you have any business here?"

John stands there, pondering, wondering, guessing what he should say.

Honestly, he wasn't too sure either.

What was he doing here?

"Well..." He opens his mouth to speak but doesn't get any farther than the first word. 

Seraphina frowns, "Whatever Remi! Clearly, he's just here to stir some trouble!" She rolls her eyes as if it's common sense. "Listen, John, you can take your shenanigans somewhere else. We don't accept monsters."

She drew the line.

At that, John drops silent. "I'm-- some kind of monster?"

At this rate, Seraphina feels as if she's about to explode.

Honestly, though, what was John playing at? What was he trying to achieve? Seraphina doesn't even know what to say to him, clearly, he's gone mental or something.

She brushes past him and leaves the room. John's looking all confused and oblivious. "Does she hate me?" John turns and asked the rest of the group. "Is that why she left... so mad?"

Isen sighed, and gave John a half-lidded glare. "Yes, John, Yes." It's like he bored out of his mind, "She's mad at you, you know? Because of what you did?" He threw his arms up in the air, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

Remi sighed, "John, did you hit your head or something? Let Elaine take a look." She patted Elaine's back and she squeaked in fright.

"I-- I..." She starts, backing up. "I don't wanna help him! He's too scary!"

John opens his mouth to say something, but nothing comes out. He clearly saw how frightened she was, and his heart went a bit soft. "I-if you're so scared of me, I'll go." He says, looking at Elaine with a worried expression and turning around to leave.

No one stops him, when he takes a glance back at them.

And with a soft sigh, he closes the door.

"I think he got hit on his head." Remi says when she was sure that John left, "I think he got a concussion."

Blyke frowns, "That easily? He's the king you know, how would he get hurt so easily?" Remi understands his point since he's the king, the concussion must have not been from an attack. "What, do you think he just fell and hit his head?"

Remi nods.

"That's a possibility," Remi says, deep in thought. "But, what was he doing here? Instead of asking someone else for help?" It's true, why didn't John ask someone else, instead of coming all this way to their room?

Their room is located on the second floor; thus, he should have been going to students asking for help.

Or at least trying to get answers.

"You know," Arlo sighs, seating himself onto a chair. "He could be faking it. You know how he is, he's a whole web of lies, you know, he's really good at tangling himself in it." He suggests, and to Remi, it doesn't seem farfetched.

"You think he wants to be friends?" Isen snorts, but one glare from Arlo shuts him up.

Remi thinks, "You know..." She lets her voice trail off, "We can use this to our advantage. If John lost his memories... he probably forgot all the things he did..." She suggests, and slowly, the others also gets a sense of where she's heading.

"You think we can help him?" Blyke asks, and Remi nods.

A smile slowly surfaces on her lips, "Correct. If we can change him, then we could change everything!" Her happy and energetic feeling lifts the mood a little. "We could reverse everything!"

Arlo opens his mouth to speak, but he... hesitates.

No words come out.

"That's..." Isen lets his voice trail off, "How can you be sure he's really lost his memories?" His voice and words explains his uncertainty to trust John, "After all, like Arlo mentioned, he's a master of disguise. How do we know he's not pretending all of this?"

Remi hesitate whether to say what she thought, but the doubt was like tape, sealing the words up.

"I-Isen has a p-point..." Elaine says, "I think--"

Remi steps up to them, "Are you all suggesting that we leave him like this?" Her eyes were serious, her focus darting from Isen to Blyke, to Arlo-- to Elaine. "Don't you want to help him? His gullibility could be taken advantage of. Don't you all understand that?"

"That's true." Arlo sighs, "But first, we need to make sure he's not faking all of this."

Remi narrows her eyes. "Fine."

***

The students here were all very odd. They dodged John as though he was carrying something dangerous, and didn't want to get involved with him in the slightest.

He couldn't help but stare with confusion plastered all over his face.

This school was so weird. Or at least-- it did seem like a school. People here were wearing uniforms, and so was he. So, to him, it seemed very likely that he was at a school.

A sudden loud-- Ring. Startled him, making him jolt.

That was the bell, signalling them back to class.

That scene alone caused murmurs of rumors to stir up around him, "Did you see that?" He could briefly catch the worried and almost frightened stares from people. "Why did he jolt? Is he trying to scare us?"

Worry spread in the group like wildfire.

Students had started to run off and into class to try and avoid him. When he opened his mouth to ask, a student actually stumbled back out of terror, tripping over their own feet and falling onto the ground.

He tried to help-- He tried to walk to her...

But that only made her shriek, desperately clawing at her friend to help try and get her away from John. The other students had also ran away, leaving only a few students in the hall-- with John.

What did he do?

Why did the girl from before-- The one with purple hair... Despise him so much?

Why did the one with turquoise hair... Seemed so frightened by him?

Was he really that monster they called him?

John, at this point, had spiraled into a sense of confusion that he couldn't claw his way out of. He tried-- He tried, tried, tried-- To make sense of all of this... But nothing clicked. Everything was like a jumble of mess in his head, like a puzzle with missing pieces.

What did he do to these students? This whole school of students--

To make them behave like this?

Taking the chance that John was bemused, the rest of the students fled.

They left John all alone, confused out of his mind-- Just for a little sense of safety in their classrooms. John shakes his head, and then hits at it. He tries to search for the memories that he's lost, endlessly searching for just even a faction that could satisfy him--

But he can't find anything.

He wants to remember.

He wants to remember everything.

But he couldn't.

Where is his classroom? Where is he supposed to go? John's lost-- He's so lost. He mindlessly wanders in the halls, jumping at every slight sound-- Searching on bulletin boards and signs, examining his surroundings-- each and every corner thoroughly...

But nothing reminds him of anything.

He suddenly catches footsteps, walking behind him.

He whips his head around, to find himself staring at man. Dark bags under his eyes, dark blue hair-- and a white coat. Familiar-- He seems familiar, the sight of the man brings a wave of nostalgia back to him.

But just-- no name comes to mind.

"John, what are you doing here in the halls? You should be at class. Look, I don't care if you're the king or not, but education is very important." He mutters under his breath, before walking directly past John.

And to that, John answers with a concerning mutter.

"B-but, I don't know where my classroom is."

Darren stops dead in his tracks, and turns around. Confusion practically written over his face-- "What did you say?"

John repeats himself, but it sounds so broken the second time. "Wh-where do I go? What am I supposed to do? What did I do? Why does everyone hate me so much? Why are they-- all so afraid of me?"

Every sentence is a question he couldn't find the answer to.

"I want to remember-- I want to know what I did... To deserve this-- but I don't know!" At this point, John is shouting. Panic rising in his throat like acid-- Fidgety and nervous-- Stuttering and stumbling over his words. "I-- I can't remember anything-- Why can't I remember?!"

John begins to breath heavily-- Each gasp, each sigh-- sounded so tired.

So desperate.

Darren saw the hopelessness in his eyes, the attempt to make sense of everything--

"Is there something wrong with my head? There must be something wrong with my head, isn't there?!" Tears built up, blurring his vision, desperately staring at Darren for answer-- Almost like John was begging for him to do something.

Darren was stunned, and confused. "Did... you hit your head?"

That was the only question he could ask.

It was the same question that Remi had asked him, "I don't know! I don't know anything! I can't even remember anything!"

Heaving in shallow breaths, he lets the tears fall.

The state John was in right now, wasn't good. His worries and confusion had built up into a whole wave of mixed emotions that he couldn't process, thus; he's so panicked. Darren had tried to get John to calm down--

But question after question left him, worry after worry escaped his mouth--

He wasn't listening to anything Darren was saying.

"Look, I'll help you find out what's wrong, okay?" He firmly said, and finally-- John had shut up and started to take in his words. "But in order to do that, you need to stop bombarding me with your concerns. Okay?"

John hesitantly nodded.

He wanted to ask more, to question more-- But he bit his tongue.

Okay-- well. Good job Darren, you got yourself a mess of confusions. Darren could only mentally slap himself, and bring John to the infirmary.