Tales From the Trash Bin #12. Zephyr Breeze Has Amnesia. · 1:57pm Jan 22nd, 2021

Tales From the Trash Bin makes a return! This is a one shot that I was planing to write, but I got boooooored, as usual. So, here it is. If you want the story, it's up for adoption just like every other Tales From the Trash Bin. I got this idea from a manga series I’ve been reading for a bit, and I decided to take a bit of a twist on it to see how it could work. I’d post a link to the website, but there’s a lot of malware and stuff on it so best to avoid that. Anyway, I hope you enjoy...

AM I A STALKER?!

Zephyr Breeze liked to consider himself as a normal person. However, after getting amnesia, Zephyr learns about his disturbing hidden shrine to his next-door neighbor and begins to question what kind of sick creep he was.

Chapter Only: A Confession… And A Lot of Questions.

There are so many questions in the world. From the existential to the minuscule, ranging from theories and questions of the universe to a passing thought of something as simple as, “did I leave the toilet seat down?” Questions are something that can exist without answers, and sometimes, it could be argued that some questions are better left unanswered. From dull and embarking to dark and twisted, these answers lie outside the realm of thought, taunting people as they stand idly one the tips of tongues, always just out of reach.

The world would still go on regardless of most of these questions, moving along the tracks of time to either forget, answer, or ignore the many mysteries that plague the minds of many people around the world. One of these people, however, was asking themselves a question that was uniquely their own.

“Am I a stalker?” Zephyer Breeze asked in a low voice as his eyes stared deeply into the red irises of his victim.

A moment captured perfectly in time of a young woman with skin as white as porcelain looked at him without judgment. Her confident smile promised a reassurance that echoed in his soul, and her relaxing nature made him feel at ease when he looked at it.

After returning from the hospital with an unexplained case of amnesia, Zephyr stumbled onto the picture by chance when he was cleaning up the mess his old self had left inside their apartment. Since his family liked in Las Pegasus, with the only exception being his younger sister who lived in Canterlot, Zephyr had to recollect his memories by himself in Manehattan.

When Zephyr first found the photograph, he had simply shrugged it off as a nice picture of a friend he knew. However, this gentle excuse shattered as he found another picture, and another, and then several albums dedicated to the mysterious girl. Photos were hidden between his mattresses, folders on his laptop were filled with re-scans and duplicates, and the weirdest of them all was a hand-made doll that resembled her all too well that was hidden inside his closet. The most disturbing thing of all, however, was a large blue bag filled with clothes, clothes that he had only seen in photographs of an innocent girl with blue hair and white skin.

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he had finally found out the name of the mysterious woman. It was his neighbor, a girl by the name of Vynil Scratch.

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Tears began to fall from his eyes as her moved from one picture to another, constantly meeting the sweet and ignorant gaze of the unsuspecting and carefree girl.

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The walls of the apartment felt closer than they normally were. Each shadow

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“Huh, you got the limited edition too,” she observed with mild interest as she turned the pages.

“… The wha?” Zephyr asked as he studied her passive expression. “W-wait, wait. You’re… Okay with this?”

“Well yeah, it helps pay my bills after all,” she replied easily.

“Wait, you mean. I-I pay you for photographs? That… That sounds… What?” He asked as his confused words continued to trip over his tongue.

“Z, dude, these are collector’s items. Heck, you asked me to sign some of these for you too,” she explained as she turned a few pages until she finally found one with her signature on it.

“Col…. Collector’s items?” He parroted.

“Yeah, rare photographs for your Collectors Album. Ooooh! This is the one that changes when you mess with the angling! Wow, that was a really expensive one.”

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“T-then I moved into the apartment to follow you! Oh Faust, I—"

“Calm down. I was the one who moved into the apartment complex after you did, dude,” she reassured him.

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“I-I collected your clothes!”

“… Ooookay? By any chance, is it a blue sack full of t-shirts and shorts?” 
“Y-yeah?”

“Z, that’s my laundry. I asked you to wash it since my washer is busted and… And I don’t really know how to do my own laundry,” she sheepishly admitted.

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“Explain this!” he demanded as he held up the handmade doll to her.

“That’s a prop from a music video, dude.”

“M… Music video?”

“Yeah, we were trying a horror angle for October, and I kept some stuff. I’ve got a lot of shit in my apartment, so I was going to throw it out but then you asked if you could have it. And no, its not because you’re a creep. You said you wanted to sell it and split the profits later. I figured, ‘why the hell not’ and let you keep it.”

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planted a hand on his shoulder.

“Z, I get it. You’re in a really weird place right now.

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“Even without your memory, you’re a sweet guy, Z.

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“Sorry about, uh… Everything, I guess,” he sheepishly apologized.

“Again, don’t worry about it dude. I’m sorry I didn’t try to help a bit more with your amnesia. If you need any help at all Z, I’m just right next-door, okay?” She promised.

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He still had a little bit of cleaning to do, including some laundry

Vinyl Scratch felt the sun caress her skin as she walked back to her own apartment. A delightful giggle escaped her throat as she thought of Zephyr’s silly worries. She knew better than anyone else that Zephyr was too naive and innocent to do something like stalk another person.

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She opened her laptop and connected to a wireless camera that was inside her neighbor's apartment. She watched as a still fretting Zephyr Breeze glanced at the collector’s album on his table before grabbing it to place back in his collection. After that, he immediately went to work on washing the ‘laundry’ that she had left for him.

It was adorable to hear him muttering to himself, constantly reassuring himself that everything was an awkward misunderstanding. She felt her hart race as he handled her "delicates". A smile slowly crawled across her face as she made a promise that would go unheard by the fearful man.

“Don’t worry, Z, I’ll make sure to take care of you~.”

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