(As told in the Villain’s POV)
It’s been two years. Two fucking years and not a god damn word from Jon. What the hell happened? No text, no phone calls, not even a damn Skype call or email. Seriously, what the fuck? I get that he’s busy and has a shit ton of work to do but really? Two fucking years and no contact? Bullshit! We were the two best friends that anyone could have! How could you do this to me Jon? I mean, we worked so hard on so many projects and had fun, does that not mean anything? Well apparently not! He doesn’t answer the phone, or anything for that matter. Well Jon, you fucking fucked this friendship up.
I’m so mad I wish I could…wait a minute…I CAN make you feel how I’m feeling. I can take away the thing you love most…and I will. Then I’ll make you feel exactly what I feel. That’s it Jonathan Young, you want to be famous…you got it. I’ll make you the most famous person there is where I’m sending you, and no one will like who you are…Captain.
Chapter One: Captain WHO?
Like a shock to his system he woke up, his eyes scanning everywhere but not quite seeing anything yet. Everything was a blur, a massive combination of shapes and colors. Breathing seemed to be a chore as his lungs tried to fill with what seemed to be much needed air more than normal. His whole body was shaking slightly from some unknown cause. However, the most noticeable thing that Jonathan could figure out was that his left wrist was killing him! No, seriously, it felt like it was on fucking fire! Or maybe he just had rammed it into one of the wooden doors on the ship-wait, what? He hasn’t been on a boat in…fucking forever it seemed.
Thoughts of being on a mast ship fill his mind along with long nights filled with rum and even some ladies. However, to Jon, they felt more like…memories. He clearly knows he never went on a ship, especially one called The Jolly Rodger of all ships. It also didn’t feel as if it were a dream which threw him off even more but the more he remembered them the more he slowly began to see them and feel them as if he had done them. However, the memories were impossible because he clearly remembered on his twenty first birthday going out for a few drinks followed by some amazing lazer tag wars. Not being accompanied to the local tavern by his first mate Smee and declaring war on the town he currently resided in if the towns-folk did not follow his demands and declaring him King there, or at the very least Mayor. Which they did. Apparently nobody wanted to piss off a pirate here.
“Whoa, what? Pirate?” he whispered to himself. It must have been a dream he kept telling himself. Jon was a musician, not a pirate. About the only thing he stole were the oreos from his mom’s kitchen cabinet or his father’s last slice of pizza. Jon-Dad should know better than to leave pizza around. He did NOT go about the streets of the town pillaging and plundering to his hearts desire. “Well, there was that one time…” he trailed off as he thought about the time he had used his trusty sword to slash all the pants in the local store in the men’s department and use the wonderful five finger discount to snag a bottle of rum at the tavern. He shook his head as if to wipe that memory away because Jon knew for certain that he had never done such a thing. He was no thief yet he clearly remembers doing such things.
The pain in his left wrist became too much to ignore now and as he went to lift it to see what could be wrong with it he lost all train of thought for about a whole minute. Then conflicting memories crashed his mind about what he was seeing. There was no left hand at all. In its place was a silver hook with a leather bound attachment that was actually squeezing his wrist painfully. The conflicting memories were fighting so hard to dominate his mind. He clearly remembered going to sleep last night in his room with BOTH hands. However another memory clashed with that one that seemed so real. He remembered pissing off Rumpelstiltskin who cut his hand off in revenge for stealing a magical stone that could grant anyone the ability to look into someone’s past at will for whatever reason they wished. However, this Rumpelstiltskin looked oddly like Blambles covered in what appeared to be golden crocodile scales and he knows Blambles can be a prick but not someone so vengeful!
It isn’t until he hears a pounding on the door that he realizes he’s been yelling at the top of his lungs while shaking his arm in an attempt to wake up from this nightmare. However, the pounding on the door that is conveniently right next to the couch he’s laying on is extremely persistent in getting his attention.
As he rises from the luxurious black leather couch he’s been resting on he takes in his surroundings as well as what the fuck he’s wearing (besides the obvious hook for a hand). The place is massive and he can tell because from the look of the plain white walls and the splashes of black and white furniture that litter the room it’s extremely spacious and this seems to just be the living room! Glancing down he notices that the floor is hardwood with a nice polish look to it.
However, upon glancing down he notices exactly what he’s wearing and understands instantly why his crotch seems a bit snug down there. He’s dressed in a black long sleeve shirt with a red vest covering it. The vest itself seems to have two sets of black buttons that go from the chest to the bottom on which to adjust for how much of a fit he could want it. A long black leather coat hangs from his frame and it alone feels like it’s fifty pounds. His pants match the coat in that they are both black and leather and just a tad snug on his crotch but not too uncomfortable. Holding his pants up is a simple brown leather belt. Upon his feet appear to be some well worn black leather boots that go about up to knee length but aren’t the most comfortable footwear. And by his feet lies the two bottles of rum that he has memories of consuming the prior night but doesn’t seem to have a hangover for. How peculiar.
The pounding on the door draws his attention away from himself and to the door that is directly under a stairway that leads to a second floor. He ignores his curiosity of exploring his home (the memories of what he’s sure shouldn’t exist tell him that this is definitely his home) in favor of answering the door and seeing where exactly he’s at and what the fuck happened to his hand.
Striding over to the door he swiftly opens it with his only hand and sees a short olive-skinned girl about to continue pounding on the door. In her other hand she holds a pen and notepad. She’s dressed in a green zip up hooded jacket with a grey vest over it, some blue jeans and some white and green running shoes with white socks. Her hair is brown and put into a bun in the back of her head and her face is framed by square glasses. Overall she looks fairly normal but the look on her face tells him that even though he does not know her, she knows him and is not happy one bit with him. “What the hell took you so long? I’ve been knocking what feels like forever! At least twenty minutes anyway. You need to hurry up and get ready to break this damn curse Captain Hook or so help me I will have to shadow you around for all eternity until you do break it and I can be irritating to hang around when I’m not allowed to-”
“Whoa, hold the phone. Who are you? Why are you calling me Captain Hook, and what on earth is going on? I don’t know you, I’m 99% sure we’ve never met yet I feel like I’ve met and for some god awful reason I have memories of speaking to you and knowing for a fact you’re right. What the fuck is going on lady?” At this point Jon has started to pull his hair with one hand while trying not to stab his head with the hook as he attempts to do the same with the other arm.
She sighs and sticks out her hand to shake his. He slowly takes his hand from his hair and shakes her hand. “My name, well, I can’t actually tell you that because I don’t remember my real name. I remember that I go by the name Zerousy, which I know is NOT a real name, who the hell would name their kid that? I’m not even sure how to pronounce it. However, I do know several things that I hope can answer some of your questions. Can I at least come in and use the bathroom real fast before we sit down and talk? Please, I really have to piss.”
Jon takes his hand back and instantly leads her to the bathroom that he’s still trying to sort the memories out of how he knows where it is and why he isn’t in his other home in California because it’s too freaking cold here to be his home in California. After a few minutes she comes out with a relieved look on her face. He leads her back towards the living room and motions for her to take a seat on the black couch he had been sleeping on. As he’s about to say something she holds up her finger for him to be quiet a moment and begins to write some things down. Being confused, hungry and quiet is not easy for him but he manages to do it for a few minutes until she puts her pen down and looks him in the eye.
They stare at each other for a moment before he speaks. “Can I talk now?” he asks irritated.
Nodding enthusiastically she answers, “Yes please. You have a lot of work to do if you’re going to break this curse so time is of the essence…if time was an issue here. You’re really confused aren’t you, Captain?”
“Why do you keep calling me that? And seriously, Captain Hook? I get that I’m missing a hand but this has to be a really weird dream because none of it makes sense if it isn’t.” The frustration is evident in his voice and he tries hard not to take it out on her. Being rude isn’t going to make things easier.
She sighs and looks sad for a moment before speaking. “I call you Captain Hook because that’s the moniker you go by here and no one else will call you by the name of Jon anymore ever since you took over the town with your villainous ways. Before you ask questions let me say all that I know first to make it easier on you. I’m not here to be annoying even if you feel that I am that way right now. I’m here to help you, that is my first role here in this cursed town. You, me, and everyone else here in Jonbrooke are all cursed. We were taken from wherever we came from originally and I don’t remember where that place is. Somehow, someone had managed gather a bunch of us up and curse us with fake memories. Memories that you can clearly see through because you’re the only one who remembers their real life. I’m not sure if you knew anyone in person here but I know that the common denominator between every citizen here is you. I just know that even though almost every day I wake up and do the same thing but the day depends on how you go about it because when everyone goes to sleep it’s like some force presses a reset button on us and makes us start over. You’re the only exception because you’re supposed to be our Savior, the one who breaks the curse. My other role here is known as The Author, hence the pen and paper. I’m supposed to write down the stories that everyone does during the day and all of us cursed people were turned into fairy tale characters, or in some cases, fairy tale related characters. And I know you’re really wanting to interrupt me but please let me finish! As I said, my role depends on how you spend the day because I sometimes shadow you when you let me and I write down the interactions you have with people. I feel like you’re so close to breaking the curse but something stopped you recently because you woke up this morning and don’t remember the days before, do you?”
At this he merely shakes his head. It’s a lot to take in but there are flashes of memories he sees of talking to his crew about finding answers soon but nothing more past that. Other than that he remembers everything in California and before that. He notices that she’s waiting for him to speak now. “So let me get this straight. Everyone here, myself included are cursed with other memories and when we go to bed we forget everything of the previous day but I’m supposed to be the exception because I’m supposed to remember both lives being the hero here?”
“And somehow I was close to breaking the curse but I got to start over again?”
“That’s some fucked up shit that I would have no problem believing that this was all a dream about.”
“But Jon it’s true!”
“But how do I know that?” he questions strongly as he feels his stomach growl letting him know he has yet to eat in a while. “God, I’m so hungry I could eat a whole pizza right now,” he mutters as he rubs his stomach with his hand.
As if on cue, a smile slowly makes its way on her face. Then a devious look settles there. Jon isn’t too sure he likes the look. “I’ll buy you the best pizza you’ll ever have in your life if you just come outside with me and at least pretend what I’m saying doesn’t sound like bullshit while we eat at the pizza place.” Quickly she uses her left hand to make a little ‘x’ over her heart and gives a sincere expression. “I cross my heart and hope to die if you come with me to the pizza parlor and just hear me out. Please help me Captain. You’re my only hope.”
Naturally you don’t trust strangers upon just meeting them and that’s exactly what Jon would normally do. However, that 1% part of him that tells him she’s familiar and not really a stranger at all gives him a moment to think it through. He’s in a place he doesn’t really understand because of the supposed “both memories” bit she’s talking about. She’s willing to devote her time to help him when she could leave him to fumble about without the supposed “curse breaking clues” memories. An added plus is that since he’s starving and she’s offering free pizza he doesn’t see the harm in at least humoring her considering she hasn’t outright murdered him in his living room and stolen his treasure he’s got buried in the basement full of gold, sliver and- yeah he’s going to go ahead and hear her out because the pirate train of thoughts he’s having are interfering with his “real life” thoughts. Plus, she pulled a Star Wars move, only a nerd for the who knows I like those movies would do that. So he decides to humor her. “Alright then, I’ll hear you out over some pizza. Nice Star Wars quote by the way.”
A chuckle escapes her lips as she rolls her eyes and smiles. “I thought it seemed like a good moment to use it.”
They both stand and head towards the door to leave. As he closes the door and they head over to the road he notices that his house is indeed a mini mansion and is actually a hundred yards away from the rest of the main part of the town. For a few seconds he is merely quiet but the curiosity gets to him on why she volunteered to buy him pizza suddenly. “So why are you offering to buy me some pizza? Is dominos the only place that I can buy it or what?”
“Dominos? You think we’re going to Dominos?” this time she flat out laughed at me.
“No Captain, we don’t have any pizza chains.”
“Then why are you laughing at me?” he asks.
“Because you should realize I’m telling you the truth when we get to the only place that sells the best pizza in town. Besides, this town is cursed, we have no access to the outside world.”
“Oh yeah, what’s this amazing pizza place called then?”
She glances at him with a smirk. “The Agrabah Pizza Palace of course.”
She’s a few feet ahead of him when she turns back around and finds him staring at her in disbelief standing still. “Seriously?” he asks exasperatedly.