Life Long Friend

Ten minutes later, they were at a public teleporter where a small line of people was trying to teleport. He saw a tired family of three standing on the platform being covered with grey light and a few seconds later, disappeared along with the light.

Zeeth went to stand in line but Page pulled him to the side, showed a man in a suit and earpiece a badge he had, told him, "this is for the criminal forces. I have their acts on the footage."

The man scanned them with a laser tool, looking for some kind of bomb on them, spoke to his earpiece about some kind of code, and allowed them to enter a second lane where no one stood, and led them to a much larger teleporter indoors where no one could see them. A moving platform helped them get the wagon on the teleporter and Zeeth and Page joined quickly after. He once again went through the teleporter with a similar suction feeling from his head to his heels.

They reappeared in a large prison where a bunch of people sat playing some kind of poker with their screens. They all looked over at the commotion and opened the cage for them just allowing Page to push the nearly naked criminals to them.

All they had were their underwear, nasty pants, and shirts.

"Thank you, sir. Please leave the video recording with us and we will wire 300 styrs if we confirm that no fakery was added."

"Thanks. My card number should be in your system. It's under the name Page."

They stepped back on the teleporter which shot them out at the teleporter that they came from.

Page stepped off the teleporter, Zeeth following shortly after, and said, "Okay, let's go to that place and I will tell you everything."

The place that Page was Leading him to was a small cafe looking place. People were sitting around chatting or silently working.

"Follow me." Page walked to the counter and greeted a cashier there. The cashier wore a green apron with the cafe's logo on the middle and a low green cap covering half his face. He ordered a small double-dip, dark chocolate sundae.

"Yes, sir. That will be 20 Styrs."

"No problem. This is a bag of 20 exactly." Page handed a hefty bag full of coins to the cashier, who pushed out a tray near his stomach, hidden from view, and let Page put the bag on the tray. He pulled it back, opened the bag, checked it, and led them to the back where he opened a staff only door. They walked past a closet full of aprons, some machines to make coffee, and freezers full of vegetables, meat, and bread. After turning left near the back, things started getting strange. there were cameras, other people wearing similar aprons, but hiding knives and guns. He led him in front of a wooden door, pushed it open with a heave, and let them in.

The room had a small brown table, two chairs, and bare white walls. The door closed behind them with a bang.

Page said, "this room is completely soundproof, it's a place my dad taught me about. With 200 styrs we have just over an hour."

"200? I thought it was 20? And why would you carry such a heavy bag of money around, why not use your card?"

"No, it was code. There is nothing in a small cafe like this that should cost 200 styrs, just add a 0 to the end of most secret dealings and you get the real price. And card purchases can be tracked. I had to convert them all to 10 sty coins and pay physically or they won't accept.

Okay, enough shit chat, I have a lot to tell you. Now, please believe me when I say that I came back to the past. From the future. We were best friends then. And I know it sounds crazy and all and you probably don't believe me, but I know all about your true skill, your 100 slimes. I know what your future holds in my timeline because we were so close, I know what you and them can do. It's a wonder that you couldn't even imagine now. I know all about god. I know how he set up a rule where you can't tell anyone about him unless they already know him.

This is so relieving to finally tell you all about it. It has been weighing on me for about a year."

Zeeth stood, staring at him. At first, he thought he was just a really convincing con artist, but his details were too specific. He went through all the stages of awe, disbelief, denial, and acceptance in the span of ten seconds.

"What-how-" his mind was still trying to wrap itself around all this. He had so many questions he wanted to ask he had no clue where to start. "How do I live? How do I get all my memories? Wait, if you knew me from the past, I must've told you about my past, right?"

"Yeah, you did. You would space out for a second and come back totally different. Sometimes you would be crying, or with a totally new idea, or with a new function on your body that you found. The most important one was when-" he suddenly stopped, his face turned beet red and he let out a long sneeze.

All of a sudden, time stopped and he was dragged away again like when he calls god, but this time it was really forcefully.

A dog peeing on a tree. A boy holding the leash of the dog turned to him and said, "I was alerted of some rule-breaking. You were trying to learn about your past from a source that wasn't from a memory that I placed. If this happens again, I won't be so lenient. Let me show you what the last kid who tried to defy me looks like." he pulled up a holographic image of a girl. She looked fine, but her dull eyes were wide open and her mouth gaping. She didn't seem capable of anything outside of breathing. Several tubes were connected to her arms, head, and nose.

"This is a curse I placed on her that no one, not even myself, can break. She will live the rest of her life like this, in a vegetative state that no one can help. She is always conscious, always feeling pain, but to others, she may as well be a dying carrot. You don't want to be like this. Now, move along."

He was sent back to the present time, right as Page had finished his sneeze. He rubbed his nose and said "'Scuse me. That was a big one."

"Page, I just came back from a visit to god."

"Did you call him just now? For what?"

"No, he found out that I was trying to learn about my past and pulled me out to warned me. He told me that if I tried to learn about my past again, he will put me in a vegetative state."

"Oh, no. I had no clue he would do that."

"Yeah, he already did it to someone from another world. But I think as long as I don't try to learn about my past, we can talk about anything. We can talk about your future. Wait, if God didn't want me to learn about my past, why were you sent here?"

"That's because it wasn't God who sent me here. The one I met called herself an angel. She said she would send me back in time after I died, but I will have to stick with you to become the most powerful together. She said that I must do all that's in my power to get us stronger, and she sometimes provides me information about you or me to help me along the way. She said she can't do it very often, so she must use it wisely.

It's really sporadic, but she meets me about once every five weeks to tell me things. Sometimes it can go up to ten or eleven weeks without a peep, then she drags me away in my sleep. And it seems she can teleport me to some area and freeze time because I always go to a bright white room to talk for a few minutes and then I come back like nothing ever happens. She was the one to jog my memory to remind me where you were, what to do to get my dad safely out of trouble, and save my hind."

"Do you know why she is doing this for you?"

"She didn't tell me anything. She just said that if we don't get as strong as possible as fast as possible or we and the entire fate of the world will end. Including her. If we do get strong enough, we can be free of danger and we will get to enjoy life like never before. I'm not sure what she means, but she could only tell me so much."