"We'll meet again..."

In a dark closed off cell sat a man with his knee pulled up to his chest and his other leg stretched out in front of him.

"Don't know where, don't know when~"

He ran his thumb over a part of the muzzle that was graciously given to him in his first few weeks here. Most likely left a scar on one of his captors hands. Serves em right.

"But I know we'll meet again, some sunny day"

The man usually wondered if his friends were alright. He can't even remember how long its been since they were taken. It's felt like years when in reality its most likely only been a few months at most.

"Keep smiling through, just like you, always do~"

His arm fell limply to his side and let his head bang against the wall he was leaning on. The thud was quickly followed by a dull pain that spread through the back of his head.

"As the blue skies drive the dark clouds far away~"

The man needed a constant distraction to pull him away from his situation so he mostly kept himself busy by talking to himself. He did it even before getting into wherever the hell he was so it came to him naturally. Whenever talking didn't do him any good he turned to singing instead. Although he usually tried to avoid singing as much as he could since it always ended up to a song about hope. And hope wasn't gonna do him any good. Not in a place like this at least. Though this time he just didn't try hard enough.

"So will you please say hello, to the folks that I know, tell them I won't be long"

Sometimes the man blames himself for him and his friends getting captured. They all heard it on the news that it was happening in other places but he was certain that he was the only one that heard it was happening near them. Though, like most other things, he forgot about it. Now look what happened.

"They'd be happy to know, that as you saw me go. I was singing this song~"

A guard soon came around and banged on the door before telling him to shut up before continuing down the hall. The man grew quiet for a minute before bringing his other leg to his chest with a low hiss as the gash he got from his 'training' got stretched from the new position. He sighed softly and draped his arms over his knees and rested his head on top of the scarred limbs.

"But I know we'll meet again some sunny~ day~" A tear slipped down his cheek as the unfinished song came to an end. Even so, a small smile graced his lips. "Oh hope. The one thing I hate to have. How you betray me so." He whispered as more tears followed the first.

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Marcel soon woke up with a blank expression and sat up in his bed before glancing out the window of his little hideout. "What was that? A dream? That guy did look a lot like me, albeit a bit younger and with a dog muzzle" he chuckled at the last thought as he subconsciously rubbed where the gash was located in the dream. "Could it have been an old memory of sorts? No... couldn't of been. If it was a memory why couldn't I remember any of it? Then again I don't really remember much of my past."

He groaned softly and held his head in his hands "why can't I remember anything?" he thought angrily before his gaze slowly went over to a picture that was laying on his nightstand. It showed him and his forgotten friends smiling at a camera. He frowned slightly before whispering 

"but I know we'll meet again some sunny day."