2p SwedenXreader: Not Human part 2

You woke up to large arms wrapping around you. You smiled and snuggled closer to the cold body, his soft breathing relaxing you to know that he was still alive. You tried to sit up slightly, but Beowulf sighed and held you closer.

You didn’t protest, but instead giggled. You then jumped slightly from a knocking sound. “What's that?” you asked your beast.

“Probably Oliver.” He mumbled. All of a sudden, a voice called out from the living room.

“Yo Wulf! You here?!” it called.

“And my brother.” Your beast added. His eyes shot open. “Oh! My brother!” he began to get up and untangle himself from you. He stumbled a bit when climbing over you to reach he wood floor. He stood a moment and blinked, then looked around blindly for his glasses.

You picked them up from the table nearby and put them over his red eyes.

“Oh, thank you sweetheart.” He smiled.

“You’re very welcome.” You smiled back. You then followed him out into the living room where you met two new creatures. One had a white box in hand, and the other greeted Beowulf with a gentle hug.

“How ya doin Wulf?” the one who hugged him ask.

“Doing just fine Focks.” Beowulf smiled as he hugged back. “________, this is Tiitus.”

The one called Tiitus had dirty blond hair and his fanned out perky ears had multiple piercing dotted around, two of which looked like candy canes hanging from the top point of his ear(which kind of made you wonder why you could remember candy canes, but not your own parents names). Above his left eyebrow was a double sided silver stud and his clothing looked really ragged, but you had to admit, it was also pretty cool.

“I mentioned to him that I was coming over here and he asked if he could come.” The other creature smiled.

He had bright blue flames in his eyes, much like your crippled friend, only his irises matched the blue, with light pink rings around the pupils, almost like a lollipop. His bright blue bow-tie matched his fires and his outfit matched the pink in his hair.

“Good to see you as well Oliver.”  Beowulf grinned at the pink and blue painted one.

The fellow called Oliver cocked his head as he looked at you, so you mimicked him out of playfulness. He then came close to your face to examine you better, but you thinking this to be normal behavior smushed your cheek against his. “Hello!” you smiled.

Oliver backed away out of confusion but smiled back to you. “You must be the one Beowulf mentioned.”

“We’re pretty sure she has amnesia, she can’t remember her own parent’s names.” Beowulf told him.

“Well, sound like it to me.” Oliver shrugged.

“So, wait that’s all you needed to know? That’s it?”

“Well what did you expect me to do? Pop her head open and have a look?”

“Well I at least expected you to ask her a few things or something.”

“Alright then. What’s your name love?” Oliver turned to you.

“_______.” You smiled.

“Last name?”

“Um…is it normal to have more than one name…?”

“Well there you go. Anyways, I brought cupcakes for everyone!” Oliver beamed, holding up his white box.

“What's a cupcake?” you cocked your head slightly.

“Oh how dare you!”

“Well she’s cute, I’ll give ya that Wulf.” Tiitus smirked.

“Wait Oliver, do you mean to say you brought non-frosting cupcakes as well?” Beowulf asked with slight fear behind his voice.

“Of course, I thought that’s what you called me over for.” Oliver shrugged.

“O-Oliver, I…I don’t want to make ______ a pet.”

Oliver and Tiitus froze and kept their gaze on the fellow beast. “So in other words you were planning to kill her.”

“Wha-No! I don’t want her to…well… I called you over to see if there was any way to retrieve her memories.”

Oliver stared at the cripple for a little bit, and then a devious smirk crawled across his face. “Yes… I do… I put that spell in poppy seed cakes. They will retrieve whatever memories from whichever year you choose, depending on the ingredients.”

The room was silent for the longest time, and Beowulf’s ruby eyes never left Oliver’s mischief filled face.

“What are the side effects?” Beowulf spat.

“Oh Wulf, you’re such a mind reader! Always has been!” Oliver giggled.

“No, I have learned that when you make that face, it means that people are going to suffer.”

“Mmm, yes…” Oliver's happy face slowly faded. “Did I tell you that Al is going through the depressive state?”

“Al? Isn’t he the kid who kil-” Beowulf stopped himself when seeing you. “Wh-who… had a very rough past with humans?”

“Yes he slaughtered-” Oliver’s mouth was covered by a webbed hand. At first he gave Beowulf strange looks, but then saw you looking at the two innocently. “Ah…yes that was him.”

“Man, sorry you have to watch over him in this time, that must stink a little.” Tiitus sighed. “I can’t really see that guy get a job, or find a girl. Remember when you went through that stage Wulf?”

“Mhmm. ” Beowulf smiled slightly. “So you were saying Oliver?”

“Watching over Al isn’t a problem, but he has been eating the memory retrieval cakes quite often lately and well… would you like to just see the side effects?” Oliver asked as he nervously wrung his hands. Beowulf looked to you and you nodded happily. “Well alright, but I hope you have some form of transportation, I can only fit two on my moped.”

“I will gladly ride with Wulf by the way, it was humiliating driving here with a guy, on a pink moped.” Tiitus growled with his ears back.

“What do you have against pink? It’s a lovely color!”

“It looks gay for two guys to be riding a pink moped Oliver!”

“Well pardon me! I bet ______ would like to ride with me!”

“Sorry Ollie, I don’t trust you with her yet…did you guys use the elevator to get down here?” Beowulf asked.

“No, we climbed down the cliff side. We didn’t know there was an elevator.” Tiitus shrugged.

“But it’s right over… oh never mind, let’s go see what happened to Al.”

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You wound up being squished between Beowulf and Tiitus in the cripples truck, although you didn’t mind. You were still thinking how cool it was that Beowulf elevator thingy had brought you guys up into a small house for a car. You think it was called a garage or something.

Anyways, you guys followed Oliver to a light blue house, with lush grass and small bits of flowers here and there.

“Sorry about the yard, I haven’t been to this house often enough you to care for it.” Oliver explained as you got out of the rust red truck.

The three of you followed him into the house and a warm smell filled your senses. You followed Oliver into the kitchen where there was a cooking mess and an auburn haired fellow with cruel red eyes.

“Memorized the recipe, did we Al?” Oliver asked as he leaned against the wall with his arms folded.

“Yeah, you stopped making them, remember?” the new creature spoke as he took a batch of small round cake out of the oven. The beast called Al looked at Tiitus and Beowulf, his dark red flames landing on you.

“Sup chicky?” he asked you carelessly.

“Not much gosling.” You responded with a smile.

Al snorted and held back laughter long enough to set the hot tray on some pads. “Okay, that was just about the best comeback I’ve heard for that!” he laughed.

“Well, at least it put you back to your old self.” Oliver smiled.

“Yeah, and so will this.” Al said as he took out one of the hot pastries.

“Al, hold on a second, why don’t you go somewhere where you won’t hurt yourself again, like maybe the living room carpet instead of the linoleum.” Oliver suggested nervously.

Al stared at him a minute, then glanced at you. “Fine. Are you giving a demonstration or something?”

“Sort of, this young lady has amnesia and Beowulf wants to know the retrieval’s side effects.”

Al nodded carelessly and shoved past Tiitus, making his way to the pink living room. “I’m about to paint this a different color, this pink is making me nauseous.” He told you guys as he sat on the couch.

“What do you people have against pink!?” Oliver cried out.

All went silent when Allen shoved the whole cake into his mouth and swallowed quietly. He then took in a deep breath and sat quietly, staring at the table straight in front of him.

For a minute you were getting tired of waiting for something to happen, but a gagging noise caught your attention.

Al was now doubled over on the couch, holding his stomach and grunting in pain. He then cried out and fell on his side, covering his face in his hands. Tiitus attempted to run and help him, but Oliver stopped him.

“There is nothing you can do to help, this is his own fault.” Oliver told the three of you.

“What is exactly is happening?” Beowulf asked. Before Oliver could answer, Al began to scream loudly and he rolled off the couch onto the floor.

“He’s re-living every pain experienced in the year that he chose.” Oliver said sadly. “That is the side effects of memory recovery spell.”

“Why does Al continue to torture himself with them?” Tiitus asked. “I have wondered what you were doing to him that made him scream for the past few weeks.”

“He believes it is worth it to be able to re-live his time with a woman who showed compassion on him.”

The three beasts glanced around to find you missing, a soon found you cradling Al’s head on your lap as he was breathing hard and whimpering.

“_______, he is in the past, there is nothing you can do to help.” Oliver told you.
“How long can this go on for?” Beowulf asked.

“For every day re-lived, he will suffer all that days pain in a second. So this will last about an hour and five seconds.”

“An hour and five seconds? You tried to get me to make my little _______, to suffer for an hour and five seconds?!” Beowulf’s voice rose and Oliver began to back up with his hands up, genuine fear on his face. Tiitus quick took his brother’s head in hand and ran his fingers through the white hair.

“Calm down bro, Oliver meant no harm; he just was answering your question when you asked if there was a spell!” Tiitus explained quickly.

The three creatures looked to you again as you stroked whimpering Al’s cheek. He cried out again, making you clench his head slightly.

“Judging by the delay between screams, he must have picked the year that Jul…uh, that woman died. Sorry, her name is forbidden in this house. But yeah, that means he’ll start screaming bloody murder in about fifteen minutes.” Oliver sighed. “Breaks my heart every time.”

You got up and walked over to Beowulf. “If you really want me to get my memories back, I’ll eat one.” You told him with a slight smile.

“Ah…W-we’ll think about it Oliver.” Beowulf told the pink vested fellow.

“Hmph, and what of making ______ a pet?” Oliver asked with arms folded.

Beowulf looked at you nervously then took Oliver by the arm and led him into the kitchen. Before they were out of sight, Oliver called to Tiitus to take Al back to his room.

The dirty blond shrugged and scooped up the crying beast on the floor and began to walk down the hall. Out of curiosity, you followed the two, especially since it looked like Beowulf wanted a private conversation with Oliver.

“So tell me missy, did Wulf tell you what happened to him, or did you ask?” Tiitus asked you suddenly.

“Oh I didn’t ask, I didn’t want to be rude, and he doesn’t seem like he wants me to know.”

“If you really want to know, I could tell ya.” The blond smirked.

“No thank you, I don’t want to invade his privacy.” You smiled as you two walked down the stairs.

“Man you’re weird… most people ask him themselves and get rejected, so they come searching for me to find out what happened.”

“I want to hear it from him.” You told him. He shook his head and pushed open the door on the left side of the basement, leading into a dark bedroom. He walked over and set Al on the bed gently, the auburn hair beast whimpering the entire time.

“Come on, I don’t want to be here when he starts screaming.” Tiitus said as he shooed you out.

“His story I might want to hear…” you said as you looked back.

“Um…he had a uh….not fun childhood, we’ll just leave it at that.”

…………………………………..meanwhile………

“You can’t just let a human who knows of our existance run around without some form of leash, Beowulf!” Oliver whispered sternly at him.

“I-I know, I just want her to have a little freedom as well. She is so innocent, she won’t hurt anyone!” the deformed creature defended.

“That’s okay, we have those earrings now so she can have some freedom, but I don’t suggest giving them to her until she regains her memories. She doesn’t seem to grasp how vital it is that she keeps our secret from the world.”

“Oliver, please don’t make her do this!” Beowulf begged as he watched Oliver take a cupcake from a bread container. Oliver paused and looked at his blue-fired companion a moment before sighing.

“I really wish you to reconsider Beowulf, this is for the sake of all our kind, it always is. I’ll give you a week to decide on both cupcakes, the memory retrieval, and the pet-preparer. Agreed?”

Beowulf smiled and nodded. He then went into the living room, expecting to see you, but was surprised to see you missing. Panic filled him until your smaller hand took his large webbed one.

“Oh, there you are…” he sighed with a smile. “Well, while we’re out, let’s go shopping.”

“Hey Wulf, before you go, how about I gather up the rest of the pack tonight? It’s been a while since we’ve gotten together.” Tiitus smiled.

“Sounds wonderful! I would love to see everyone again.” Beowulf grinned. “See you later tonight then!”

You helped Beowulf limp out of Oliver’s house and to the rust colored truck.

“What did Tiitus mean by the pack?” you asked as you sat in the passenger’s seat.

“The rest of my brothers, for a long time we ran around with masks at night and had nicknames. Surely you noticed that Tiitus kept calling me Wulf.” Beowulf smiled.

“I remember you calling him something different when he first came in too. What was his nickname?”

“Tiitus is called Focks. We spelled it all differently too. I’ll introduce you tonight, alright?”

“Okay!”

When at the store, you helped Beowulf out of the car with his cane. As the two of you walked down the aisle, you saw people stare at the two of you and whisper quietly. Some seemed to doge you as you walked by and many avoided eye contact.

“Beowulf, why are people acting that way?” you asked as you watched someone look away from you.

“People are afraid of me, cause I have red eyes, a scary face and am deformed.” Beowulf sighed with a smile.

“Why would people be like that? You’re so nice!”

“It’s alright ______, I’m used to it. People have treated me this way most my life.” He smiled sadly.

You looked into his lonely ruby eyes then turned to the people who stopped whispering when you looked to them. “WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU PEOPLE?!” You screamed at them, startling them and Beowulf. “Why don’t you get to know him first you bunch of inconsiderate-”

“__-_______, please, it’s alright.” Beowulf told you calmly.

“In what universe is treating someone like a plague alright?!” you pouted.

“Nothing you say will change their mind sweetheart, though I appreciate the effort.” He smiled.

You pouted as he began to compare dish soap, when you heard a cheerful sounding voice.

“________? ________, is that you?!”

You turned around to find a light blonde boy, around your age, come up to you with excitement in his violet eyes. “_______! I’ve been worried sick!!” he smiled as he hugged you tightly.

You stood in confusion. “Um, hi?” you asked.

He pulled away from you. “_______, don’t you recognize me? I’m Tino, remember?”

“Um, you do look familiar…” you got close up to his face like Oliver had done to you, and gazed suspiciously into his friendly eyes. “Oh, you look like Tiitus! That’s why you look familiar!” you grinned.

“T…Tiitus? ________, you really don’t recognize me? We’ve been best friends since like, third grade!” Tino pouted.

“You know uh, Tino was it? The majority of my memory is what happened yesterday and today, cause I got  a bump on my head and now I have amne…uh, ame….”

“You have amnesia? Well maybe I can help with that! Like I said, we’ve been besties since we were eight!”

“Okay! Hey, what are my parent’s names? That’s been bothering me for a while.” You smiled at him.

The mention of your parents made Tino’s face drop. “________... your parents are dead, your house burned down yesterday.”