A Beheeyem to Remember

>There’s very little sound out here at night
>Only the subtle noise of sand underfoot as you hike further into the desert
>Cactus blooms are held firmly shut to ward off the cold
>Yet you choose to set your gaze higher, into that infinite expanse of glittering stars overhead
>So much endless space sitting right there above you, it was hard not to lose yourself in thoughts about that great void as your body kept moving on autopilot
>By the time you feel yourself return to Earth, you look around in confusion
>Had you been in this area before?
>Despite all the walking you’d done in your local area, something about this particular stretch of sand felt… off
>For some reason it felt brand new, yet maybe like you’d visited before
>Something like finding yourself in a schoolroom from your past, but remodeled to the point you had to wonder if you’d ever actually been there
>Overcome in conflicting thoughts, something drifted into view
>Something that you should’ve noticed a lot earlier when there was nothing to hide behind out here
>Eerily silent and gliding above the cooling sand without a movement of legs, the silhouette approaches like a shadow unbound from its owner
>Just as it approaches you wonder if you remembered to spray on enough repel to scare off any wild pokemon
>However you rarely did, seeing as this eerily quiet area seemed to lack any residents… until now
>In a burst of color, two red lights blind you from making out anything else
>Then green
>Then yellow
>In a cycle the flashing colors speed up, you lose track of whatever pattern they might be repeating until

. . .

>Bleary eyes crack to faintly make out a foreign environment
>You appear to be lying down, nothing but a featureless white room around you
>Perhaps the only noticeable sense being a faint but otherworldly smell like gasoline or heavy metals
>Trying to get your bearings it becomes apparent you can’t get up despite what appears to be a lack of restraints
>Looking around in drowsy confusion, that same shadow drifts in again
>Distinctly light brown in a heavy coat, you can even see the glowing green eyes shaped like sunglasses in the better lighting
>”You’re uh, you’re one of those beheeyem aren’t you? Why do I even know that?”
>As imposing as the figure should’ve looked, they stumble to the ground in a departure from their ethereal glide
>”Wuh-wuh-wait! You’re not supposed to know that.”
>The pokemon spoke clearly, even without a mouth
>The psychic voice inside your head was decidedly feminine, and against appearances shockingly scatterbrained
>”That’s not right, you’re supposed to be asleep… Did I mess up the sequence again?”
>Possible abduction aside, you don’t feel nearly as afraid as you should
>There’s almost something comforting about that voice
>”Do I know you, from somewhere?”
>She teeters for a moment before resuming her slight float above the ground
>”Well… you shouldn’t if I was doing my job right. Uh oh.”
>Continuing that same oddly at ease feeling, you mirror her response
>”I guess that’s an uh oh indeed.”
>Here eyes glow a little brighter when she laughs, before stopping herself as she hovers over you
>”Shhh, this isn’t funny, I messed up somewhere.”
>Weakly you raise out an arm and touch the glowing lights, red, green, and yellow on one of her hands
>In response she jumps in an antigravity backflip
>”AAAHH! Don’t scare me like that! You shouldn’t even be able to move! What did I do wrong?”
>Holding onto your autopsy table to steady herself, she appears to calm down enough for you to try asking more questions
>”Have we met before?”
>She looks away for a moment, seemingly deciding if she should even answer
>Until a rather un-psychic noise seems to churn and bubble with a muffled frenzy
>”Okay fine, yes, we have. I’ve messed this up plenty of times before so we usually talk a little. You don’t scream or panic like most people.”
>Wrapping those unusual arms around her midsection, another one of those sounds like an alien reactor malfunctioning repeats itself more impatiently
>”With that out of the way I’ve been holding this all day. You don’t mind, right? You always say you don’t mind.”
>Unsure what you were agreeing to, you nod and those lights on her hands flash happily
>”Sorry about this… With the way I’m feeling I think it’s going to be especially bad.”
>For the first time since you got here you feel a bit of dread
>What was she talking about?
>Bracing yourself for a probing or a cosmic ray or whatever, she was actually the one with the pained expression
>Grasping firmly to whatever was holding you up, she raises her button-down coat covered backside high in the air and curls a leg
>Without further warning an aggressively meaty note blows out into the otherwise perfectly silent space, loud and discordant like an instrument so foreign you couldn’t tell if it was out of tune or meant to sound so crass
>Yet the explosive release of wind isn’t a total mystery, because her coat flutters for a few seconds like a skirt caught fluttering above a steam geyser
>Reaching a bombastic nine sustained seconds of up and down fluctuating guttural bass, only once it sputters to a raspy end with her legs dangling above the ground did you have an epiphany
>Your unknown friend had dropped a rather crude terrestrial fart, one that would put a bloated snorlax to shame
>She lets out a melodic sigh of relief with the hum of a synthesizer, remaining in her same awkward position seemingly relieved of a tremendous burden
>That when you notice the residual odor of something like spilled chemicals and diesel burn your nostrils with renewed toxic intensity
>Coughing loudly while feeling the gaseous space warfare settle across the room, you comment again without thinking
>”Yeah, whew, that really was worse than last time.”
>Letting her grip on the table go, she spins around once or twice in panic before landing on her ass with a much softer rumble of that same caustic perfume against the floor
>”YOU’RE ESPECIALLY NOT SUPPOSED TO REMEMBER THAT! I went out of my way to make sure those memories were gone!”
>Involuntarily wheezing on that impossibly strong aroma, you speak up haggardly
>”Well it sure smells familiar, even if it’s never been this bad before.”
>In fact, the more you breath that awful stench the more you seem to remember
>”We’ve definitely met before… I think the first time we really talked you were passing gas uncontrollably like a mudsdale the whole time”
>Laughing a little at how she reacted aghast at the accuracy, you found a more pleasant memory surface in your mind
>”I think you said something about streaming the same shows I watch? Even if you do it in secret because it’s against whatever rules they have around here.”
>In a panic she awkwardly walked right up to you to physically hold you down onto the table
>”Shut up! That cannot be the way you remember me! That’s… that’s so embarrassing.”
>She poked that mesmerizing hand threateningly against your face like a raygun, close enough to cast your features in the same flickering colors
>”Sure, maybe I blow off some steam with you whenever I can… figuratively and literally… especially because I can’t get any privacy around here… and I really shouldn’t sample the local food for ‘reseach’ like the others tell me…”
>Trailing off as her pointed hand faltered, you feel another inexplicable flash of suppressed memory
>”Hey, but did you see the new season that dropped last week? You’re going to be surprised that your one theory with the machoke-”
>”SHHHHHH, shush, shuuuuush, I haven’t been able to watch any of the new season yet!”
>Sinking against your chest defeated, she finally gives up
>”Nope, that confirms it. You definitely remember. But whyyyyy?”
>All you could do was shrug, prompting her to swat your shoulders because you weren’t supposed to be moving
>”Actually, I once heard memory is strongly linked to smell… and I couldn’t ignore that smell if I tried. I don’t think anyone could.”
>Evidently she was incapable of blushing, because just from her tone of voice you expect her face to be crimson
>”That. Is. The. Worst. Just the worst.”
>Seemingly losing the will to get up, she rests her large head on your chest
>Feeling weirdly comfortable, you pat her psychic cranium gently
>In response she seems to relax, especially if the less tensed hiss of more extraterrestrial gas swamping your current position was any sign
>Regardless of the wretched atmosphere in this little blank white room, you feel fine staying like that
>Until a noise from outside makes her lift her head
>Flinging herself back into action, she immediately resumes flashing those hypnotizing colors point blank before your eyes
>”We can talk about the new season later, you NEED to be asleep right now.”
>As the whiteness of the room bleeds into your vision until nothing is left but white light, you hear her voice one more time
>”Don’t worry about finding me… I’ll find you.”

. . .

>Despite all the walking you’d done in your local area, something about this particular stretch of sand felt… off
>For some reason it felt brand new, yet maybe like you’d visited before
>Something like finding yourself in a schoolroom from your past, but remodeled to the point you had to wonder if you’d ever actually been there
>Blinking your eyes rapidly, it becomes apparent the first waves of light blue on the horizon indicate the sun is just barely starting to rise
>Have you really been out here this long?
>Breathing deeply to recompose yourself, you wrinkle your nose at a strange scent lingering heavily on your clothes
>Strange, but familiar
>Abruptly you feel the need to check your pocket, feeling a small weight inside of it
>Reaching inside you find a scrap of smooth magazine paper
>Advertising the new season of your favorite show was already out
>”I really need to watch that…”
>Trying to remember what happened last season you see a faint bit of ink on the corner
>”HAVE FUN WATCHING IT AGAIN”
>What?