A shapeshifter suffers a head injury and loses his memory. He can no longer remember his original face.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀Apollyōn cups his head in his hands, his ears ringing. He had taken a pretty hard blow this time. He was a mischievous boy, always disguising himself as someone else and getting into fights. It didn't really matter to him before when he took a fist to the face; then again, he never blanked on everything that had happened before five minutes ago.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀Falling backwards onto the hard stone road, he lets out a low grunt and wipes a trail of blood coming from his lip.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀"Yeah, I thought so,"  snarls his opponent mockingly.  "Leave this town and don't ever come back."  Before turning away down the empty street, the tall man spits at Apollyōn's feet, laughing as he goes.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀Apollyōn sits for a while, perplexed.  Rubbing his temples, he wonders,  'Who am I? I know my name but who am I? Where do I live, what do I look like?'

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For the first time in history, a robot has adopted a human.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀K4RL05 was an android designed to help support people after a natural disaster. He was the experimental model, and the project developers chose to test him in a real-life circumstance. That is, they took him straight to the middle of a city that was torn apart by an earthquake a few days ago.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀It took a moment for his systems to boot up once they turned him on. Curious onlookers stared in awe until he blinked his eyes, sending a few of them sprinting the other way.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀"Okay, K4RL05. Should be all set now. Please remind me of your objective." The head developer stood in front of him, a clipboard gripped in one hand and a pen in the other. She didn't make eye contact - she just stared down at the bright white report on the old clipboard.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀"Find and help all survivors." K4RL05 looked and acted strangely human. Someone may just believe he was one if they didn't know.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀"Good," the head developer responded, scribbling away on her report. "Go ahead and get started then."

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀Nodding, he turned and started down the cracked street, scanning both sides for people in need of help. Everywhere he looked, it seemed they were already being attended to by paramedics. Then, a spot of light blue in the corner of his vision grabbed his attention. It was a young girl, sitting by herself. He headed over to her, his only focus being her safety.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀"Hey there," he whispered gently. "Are you by yourself?" When she nodded to him, he pulled her into a soft hug. "Don't worry, I'll take care of you."

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It's 3:00 a.m. - An official phone alert wakes you up. It says "DO NOT LOOK AT THE MOON!" You have hundreds of notifications from random numbers that are sending you messages stating that "It's a beautiful night. Look outside."

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀An insistently loud buzzing pulls me from my dream into the conscious world. In the suffocating darkness of my room, I see a single spot of light bouncing off the ceiling. With a tired groan, I sit up in my bed, throwing the covers down to my knees. "Who in their right mind would text me at this hour?" I mutter frustratedly under my breath as I grab my phone from my bedside table, the screen still reflecting white off the ceiling. Squinting my eyes, I wait for them to focus on the blaring alert in my notifications.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀"Do not look at the moon," I read aloud, a puzzled look across my features. Then I notice a barrage of texts following it. I click on one, unlock my phone, and read. "It's a beautiful night. Look outside." I pause, trying to figure out what in the world is going on. "This isn't from a number in my contacts," I notice, clicking on the overview of my messages. There are hundreds more, I realize, a pit forming in my stomach.

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Dinosaur Dilemma

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀"Woah, woah, woah! Watch the tail, we need that stupid thing intact! You think kids are going to want to go to a theme park with a Brontosaurus whose tail was chopped off by a tree?"

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀I hadn't realized just how intensely stressed I was until my hands started to hurt from clutching the helicopter seat so tightly. Why am I even in this stupid thing? I hate heights, I hate flying, and I certainly hate that loud whooping sound coming from the thick metal propellers of this godforsaken aircraft.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀"Ma'am, we're doing our best. The wind speeds are ridiculous today, they're sending us all over the sky. Please just sit back and let us do our job, okay?"  the helicopter pilot calls back to me through the headset. I want to object, but I know that there would be no point in that. I'm sure all he's thinking is that I sound like his mother, telling him how to drive from the backseat. Even I reminded myself of my own mother. God, I sure hope I'm not becoming like her.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀"Alright, sorry,"  I call back after a minute of hesitation and slouch back in my seat. Maybe I can at least get a good enough view of the Floridian horizon from the dusty, scratched window. The sky is already fading to the pale goldenrod of early evening. Have we been flying that long? That would make sense, considering we're transporting this hunk of dinosaur-shaped metal all the way from Minnesota.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀Mesozoic Mayhem is the silly little theme park I work for, and the reason why I'm in this helicopter. It used to be located in the lowest corner of the Bread and Butter State, a tiny, run-down, 400 acre tourist trap, but it closed down two years ago with the intent of moving to a bigger and better location. That location turned out to be somewhere in Florida, much warmer and with a lot more space. The only problem with that was that we had to move all of our dinosaur models to the new park, which takes forever and is extremely nerve wracking.