**AWAY WITH YOU!**

*I open my eyes after we were blown apart, only see to him,* వ*, hit with something, before vanishing in a spark of lightning. I can barely see anything. It's like looking at the sun. Or a bright light.*

*I push myself up and sprint at the monster who stands so BOLDLY in front of me. I still have plenty of power. My anger seething like steam.*

*I try to palm him and destroy him.*

*he merely knocks my hand away.*

**There it is!**

*before I can move I'm grabbed by the skull and held up, I glare into his purple eyes as he gazes interestingly at mine, almost inspecting them.*

*then pain like I've felt few times before. Like an ice pick through the skull. My eyes HURT. Then my vision goes dark.*

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*Max awakes(?) on a plane.*

*he blinks. He blinks! He can see! What in hells? A few seats over he can see what looks like Ith sitting in a seat, staring fascinated at the built in screens on each chair, occasionally tapping it randomly, consistently missing the buttons.*

*there is no one else on the plane, no other passenger at least.*

*a dreadfully familiar voice blares from the intercom.*

"Ladies familiars and gentlemen, this is captain Erik Masare speaking, also known as the godhunter, please stay in your seats and buckle up, that goes especially to Max Petrov-Ansky, leader of Calarakis who's seated on b-14 and has been yelling for the last 5 minutes, and to whoever is in the bathroom, flush already and get back in your god damn seat, you have been warned!"

"This is a dream." 

"This must be a nightmare." *Max says.*

*seeing as there's literally no one around, he gets up and starts wandering about the plane. First, the back. He looks through the food compartments for any snacks or drinks.*

*a flight attendant who looks suspiciously like a turkey sandwich approaches Max*

"Get back in your seat didn't you hear what the captain said???"

*he tries to comprehend how that shape even makes sense before giving up.*

"Or what? There's nothing better to do."

*the plane suddenly begins shaking violently, the flight attendant is gone with only a PB&J sandwich in its place.*

*he runs a hand over his face in utter confusion. grabbing the nearby wall he holds until the plane stops shaking.*

*the plane doesn't take long to stop, in its place the ground turns to a conveyor belt moving Max towards the cockpit, an iPad with the tip thingie is hung on the door.*

*he runs against the belt long enough to get a single can of soda before carefully walking to the cockpit area and knocking on the door.*

*when the opens he finds Erik halfway through the window trying to wipe the windshield, it's utter chaos as everything is flying around the cockpit.*

"Ah, Max! Just who I was waiting to see, help me wipe the windshield, it's gotten dusty!"

*he shouts in response.*

"YOU SEEM TO HAVE THAT COVERED!"

"fucking short arms!" *Erik says to himself.*

*Erik pulls out a hoover and hoovers the windshield, then gets back inside*

"You gotta make sure visibility is always at its peak Max, you don't want us to drive into a cloud and get blown up or into a wall."

"What walls? And the plane can fly through the clouds just fine with no issue."

*he opens the soda can and takes a long sip.*

"yeah yeah you're one of those 'experts' that talk like they know it all don't you, have you ever flown a plane before?"

"Not at all, but I know a few miscellaneous things, comes with having access to the orbnet."

"yeah well I've flown before, back in the war you see. It was 1923 during the second world war in the outside world, my good friend and comrade Charles de Gaulle had called me and told me France's fate is in danger and asked me to join the air force in Normandy"

"Okay, that's how I know this isn't a normal dream. I've never heard of this world war 2, nor should you have been alive in 1923 CE."

"You're the real Erik aren't you."

"of course I'm the real Erik! No one can replicate my glory!"

"As I was saying, back then when I was flying around in my F-16, the Germans would build these big walls to catch you by surprise, I remember once when flying at 20 thousand kilometers high I hit a wall and got blown up into 50 different fireballs."

*Max takes a seat in the copilot's chair and just stares with a look of discombobulation.*

"20 thousand is in space. The Karman line demarcates space at 100 km."

"well that didn't apply to me, you see I was the protagonist and the protagonist never follows the rules of logic"

"Be a dear and turn off the autopilot"

"Fine, I guess. And sure."

*he looks for the autopilot switch and turns it off.*

"thank you, you see back then we used a technique called 'dive bombing' that the autopilot wouldn't accept, here let me show you"

*Erik flicks the steering wheel and suddenly the plane's diving straight downwards, red lights and alarms fill the air alongside Erik's maniacal laughter.*

*Max takes the autopilot's wheel and pulls up, staying remarkably calm.*

"I understand exactly what dive bombing is."

*When the lights stop Max finds himself in an open carriage next to Erik driving around a desert with pyramids*

"Dive bombing? What are you talking about we were talking about how I broke the sphinx's nose!"

*The carriage is being driven by the sandwich from before.*

*Max groans noticeably.*

"We were just in a plane."

"you gotta quit the wizard weed man I'm telling you. Anyways as I was saying, so here I was In this weird desert seeing a bunch of people worshipping this big sand cat, and guess what I did?"

"You broke its nose?" *he says with an air of exhaustion.*

"I broke it's nose! It shattered into like 6 or 8 parts, and which are called the great pyramids nowadays"

"I was later hunted down and crucified but that's a different story"

"Okay, Erik. Why are you in my dreams exactly? Why this time? Why the craziness?"

"oh it's simple, your PTSD triggered what is known as a PESDD, or post Erik stress disorder dream, should be over now, if I were you I'd take the opportunity to use my temporary sight to see the wonders around me"

*Erik says, pointing at the sphinx and pyramids*

"Why a PESDD? I didn't even get traumatized by you that was someone else."

*he looks out the window*

"Those are some pretty cool looking pyramids though."

"I don't know man I'm not a doctor! I just send people to them!"

"And see? See how his nose is broken? I did that!"

"OI! GREAT SPHINX WHO BROKE YOUR NOSE???"

"I did! And I did it like this!"

*Erik says, turning max around and throwing a punch on his face*

"Ow! You steal my nation's money and now you punch me! In my dreams!"

*he punches Erik back.*

*when Erik gets punched back, the scene changes again, a full funeral is going on as the sky weeps, inside the coffin lies Erik with a noticable punch mark on his cheek, another Erik is standing next to Max with the same mark.*

"Why did you do it man? He was like a father to me!"

*completely deadpan now, Max replies.*

"This is ridiculous."

"yeah... yeah it is, I'm gonna wake you up now."

*A giant golden butterfly manefests in the air, blowing away everything but the ground and Max, it flies directly at Max at shocking speeds right towards his eyes, it's glow bright enough to blind and wake him up*

*Max awakens to darkness. He attempts to look around but sighs. Still blind.*

"What in the Hells was that about?"

*he grabs a pill bottle by his nightstand with some effort and opens it before taking a small green hexagonal tablet*

*he lies back down.*

/uw mini-collab with u/mrididnt . Was written and posted on a plane via terrible in-flight WiFi. Interactable if you can justify it.

The Memory You'll Forget.