Terminal was passed out on the floor after a long day of working.

"Ugh," he groaned. "I probably shouldn't -hiccup- have drank that much cider in one hour." There were loads of cups with cider spilled out of them around him and his friend. "Sync. Get up. It's morning. I think." He shook him over.

"I don' wanna." he mumbled keeping his eyes shut. "Too tired and loaded." He rolled over facing away from him. There was a knock on the door. "Go get it, will ya?"

"Fine." Terminal walked over to the door to see the Queen. "Oh hi," he slurred. "I didn't expect to see you-ou-ou here. How ya doin'?" He slumped against the wall.

"I'm… fine. I guess," she responded. "Why are you-"

"Cider mess. Too much last night," he interrupted. "So what brings you here?"

"Your past, Terminal." There was a long moment of silence.

"Did she just say your past?" asked Sync.

"Yes I did. That was the point. To persuade him to listen to me."

"All of my past is being born, going through school, working, and drinking large quantities of cider every night."

"Well there's nothing to tell me because I have no past except for that book I found." He gestured towards his desk of which the book what lying on. "This is basically all I have. Nothing about a past or anything. Besides, there's nothing written in it anything."

"Nothing? Check again. Maybe something happened." He looked at her with a puzzled, half-drunk look. He walked over to the book and opened it. Just as he said, there was nothing written on the pages. He showed her the book.

"See? Nothing in it. Just blank, meaningless pages." He flipped through every page to show her there was nothing on them. He set the book back down on the desk. "So what about my past? Why are you so concerned about it?"

"You are familiar with this hive for longer than you can remember." And with that, she flew off, leaving his house. He turned around and shut the door.

"What was that about?" Sync asked, now a little more awake.

"I don't know. Although, now that I think about it, she does seem a little more familiar." He looked over at the book. What are you supposed to do? Why was she interested in you?

"I can hear that, you know. That first remark better not be about me." He heard no response. "Are you still there Termi-" he stopped when he found him on the couch, asleep... or passed out. Either way, he was on the couch, drooling.

A few hours later, he was looking around Ponyville in his daily routine. Travel around Ponyville with a disguise on. Sync had told him that changelings weren't treated as fairly after Chrysalis launched an assault on Canterlot some time ago. Eventually there was a big war between their hive and Chrysalis's as punishment for revealing them to Equestria.

Disguises. That's what changelings were suspected of. Each one had their own disguise, that way they couldn't be accused of replacement and/or murder. The disguise Terminal had chosen was a white pegasus. Stallion of course. He couldn't stand being a mare. The cutie mark was a lock and key. He had a yellow and orange striped mane. He didn't know why, but he felt pretty comfortable with that disguise.

He had always passed by a house that had been left neat and tidy every day. He never saw anyone go in, except Pinkie, or out. No one ever interacted with the pony who lives inside. No one ever minded the house. No one paid attention to the house.
He saw a chair that looked vaguely familiar. He sat in it, and boy, was it comfy.

Earlier, Terminal had felt suspicious of the home, and snuck in. Somehow, he had the keys to the place. He went in and had a look around. He had an immense sense of deja vu when he entered. He saw a chair that looked vaguely familiar. He sat in it, and boy, was it comfy. When he left, he took it back to the hive with him.

When he got hungry, he went to Sugarcube Corner and order a few cupcakes. Occasionally he got a glance from Pinkie as if she knew him. As he was eating one of his cupcakes, Pinkie was at the door, waiting for him. He didn't know this because he wasn't familiar with her, nor did he know what she normally does when she spies on ponies, but he was constantly being watched by her. She came up to him, and spoke to him.

"Hi," she said.

"Hellooo," he responded. "Why have you been watching me from a distance? I haven't done anything at all."

"Well, a few months ago, I said goodbye to you because you were going back to the war that you fought in at the time. And you said I could throw you a party when you came back."

"Uhh. No I didn't," he chuckled. "I would've remembered if I did say something like that. Then again, I did lose my memory. I think. I don't know. With amnesia, you can't tell if you did something or didn't."

"Well, you're back. So, I'll set up the party!"

"What?! Listen Pinkie, I don't know what you talking about but-" he was cut short when Twilight entered, looking for Pinkie. Uh oh. This can't be good. If she finds out, who knows what'll happen to me.

"Hey Pinkie. What are you doing here?"

"Well, duh. I work here. And I'm talking to Terminal here. He says he doesn't remember telling me if he said I could throw a party when he returns. I even told you. Didn't I tell you he did?"

"Oh yeah you did. Terminal, I can't help you with your memory, but you did tell her she could throw a party when you came back."

"Sorry girls, but I just can't remember what I did before. So, I would like to finish my cupcake."

"Maybe there's a memory spell? Huh, Twilight? Is there?! I really want to start a party for him," she pleaded.

"I think there is. I never bothered with a memory spell before." He stared at her, with a cupcake chunk in his mouth. "Come to think of it, Lyda can't remember anything either. When was your first memory that you can remember?"

"Ten months ago. Or could it be two years? I don't know. I drank too much cider the following day. Wait, Lyd-"

"That's the same time period that Lyda first showed up in front of me. She just exploded into existence!"

"Twilight, this 'Lyda' seems very familiar to me. Oh no." He turned to Pinkie. "Pinkie, what did you say I was leaving for?"

"A war."

"Wait. Twilight."

"Yes?"

"What coat color did Lyda have?"

"Sort of a bright orange. Maybe just a normal orange."

"This 'Lyda', she died in front of me."

"No, she couldn't have. She's alive and well at her house."

"No no no. You don't understand. Look." He pulled a small book out of his bag. "Does this book seem any familiar to you at all?"

"Yeah. You carried it around for years after your one month disappearance."

"I found this book next to me when I woke up, and that was the first flashback i got from it!"

"That's not true. Books can't give you memories back."

"That's the thing. Regular books can't give you back memories, but this one gave me back that one particular memory. And I know. I was there. There was a glow from it. I also saw a dirt mound with a little sign saying 'Here lies Lyda' on it."

"Slow down!" yelled Pinkie. "Can't I get a chance to talk here?" There was a long pause between the three of them. "Thank you. So, how about that party?"

"Later, Pinkie. We can have when Terminal gets his memory back." She turned back to Terminal. "So that book, is there anything written inside it?"

"Last time I checked, no. I never wrote in it. Let's see." He opened the book and a bright yellow ray of light came out of the book. He slammed the book shut, ceasing the light. "OK, somehow words got in there."

"Really? Let me see." She walked over to the book and opened it. This time, here was no ray of light, but there were, in fact, words in it. She closed it, and a thought came up in Pinkie's head.

"Wait. Lyda was a close friend of yours now that I think about it. She told you she was a changeling before the wedding had even happened. How can you not remember that? And how did I not know?" She gasped "I could've thrown a party for that!"

"Listen, Twilight. Lyda died in that war."

"I'm starting to believe this less and less because ponies can't be resurrected from the dead. How do I know you're not a changeling and Terminal died?"

"I am Terminal! I just can't can't explain anything at all because of my amnesia!" They both stood there for a long moment of silence. He just scoffed, grabbed the book, and walked out of Sugarcube Corner. On his way out, he bumped into an orange pony, causing both of them to drop their things. "Sorry. Long day." They picked up their things and he continued on his way.

"Okay…" she said, still standing there.

Author's Note

Every time I write this, one name keeps going through my head. The name is not Lyda's, nor Pinkie's. It is not Terminal's or Twilight's. But the name is, "duhduhduhduhduhduhduhduhduhduhduhduhduhduhduhduhduhduhduh" Swag McTwerkster the Third!!!! Lawl. I was playing an adventure map on Minecraft with a friend of mine and my name was asked. Two options: my username or that name. We chose Swag McTwerkster the Third for the lawlz. Haha! Caused that guy to throw up where he sat!