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// Chapter 3 - Strange New World, No Old Memories 
// Story: A Gizmonk in Rainbow Rocks 
// by Moheart7 
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Goggles’ Log: 

It has been over a month now since I awoke in that garbage dump and things still had not gotten any better for me. After waking up without any memories of who I was nor about anything else, I found myself lying next to a strange girl made almost entirely out of metal. Needless to say I was freaked out by it, especially once the visor on its head lit up and it began speaking to me.

After I was finally able to calm down, I soon came to realise that this strange robot had no intension of hurting me, in fact after we started talking I realised that she could in fact help me, especially due to the fact that she knew who I was, or at least the basic details anyway. She said that her name was Blue Lightning and that my name was Goggles, and that I was the one who made her using a fusion of Science and Magic, and while I was sceptical at first, I found myself believing her upon seeing the 5 gems that acted as her power source when she opened up her chest to prove her point.

After finally getting out of the dump, I found myself in what seemed to be quite the colourful town, and at first glance it was quite the gorgeous place. However upon seeing it, I soon realised that due to my memory loss, I have no idea where I lived, if I even lived here at all. Worse still, I couldn’t go to the local authorities with my problem due to the severity of my condition, after all, what was I going to say? That I’ve lost my memory and that my only clue is my friend, the robot who’s powered by magic? They’ll more than likely have me committed. But still, between being committed and living on the streets, I think the first option could have at least given me a bed for the night and some decent food. But still, if anyone else saw Blue Lightning as she was, I don’t believe anyone could have been as understanding as I am, in fact judging from a few glances some locals gave me, then they would have taken her apart as soon as look at her, and I couldn’t let that happen. I’m not entirely certain why, but I still a strong connection with her, if I DID make her then I must have put a lot of care and effort into every joint, every bolt, every ounce of magic that powered her. So it was decided that she would remain hidden, while I do my very best to look after her she would do the same whilst keeping herself from the eyes of the public.

Needless to say the first week wasn’t easy, due to the fact that I had absolutely no money, nor any family I could think of, for the first week me and Blue (my nickname for my her robot friend) had been sleeping in abandoned alleyways due to having no knowledge of my home, if I even had one. For 7 whole days I was building up a stink and had countless insects swarming all over me, looking to nestle in my hair or have a snack of blood. And just to make the whole situation even more miserable, I haven’t even been able to get much sleep due to the fact that I was basically homeless and worse still, I was starving. Luckily for me Blue had no need to eat and gave whatever food she could find to me in order for me to survive out here, and better still she was able to locate a somewhat better living situation than an alleyway, so at least now I have a roof over my head, even if it is filled with rust holes. As for the food situation, since I still had no money, I had to make due with whatever what was in the garbage and of course the restaurants I narrowly dined and dashed, I’m not proud of it, but to me it was necessary to stay alive.

As the situation goes, life this past month for me and Blue has definitely been hard, but thankfully we have each other to keep each other safe. Blue Lightning, I have to say she is definitely a good friend even if she is made of metal, she may not know much herself because apparently she was only just recently brought to life by me, but what she did know certainly was fascinating. As we talked, sometimes the subject of the five gems in her chest came up, or more specifically how the magic inside them worked. As far as we know, most of her gems have now been activated save for one, which she calls her Personality Gem, which seemed to be taking a lot longer than the first four did, from what I can tell the Memory gem and the Power Gem came online first, then the Emotion Gem and Sensory the next day, so it’s baffling how much time the last gem is taking, then again everything about this magic stuff seems baffling, I seem to find myself more in tune with machines than magic and yet Blue says I used a combination of the two to build her? Somehow I’m finding it harder to believe.

But still, every time I close my eyes to sleep my dreams are constantly filled with what seem to be blueprints and schematics that just pop up at random across my mind. Eventually I took it upon myself to write this journal and draw any of these schematics in any of its blank pages, I guess it was only lucky for me that some ungrateful kid decided to toss it into the garbage because it was the wrong colour, which meant that it was practically new, but seriously though, who doesn’t like a powder-blue cover? Anyway, not only do I have the schematics drawn up, but I’ve also took on the habit of scavenging all that I can from scrapyards and garbage bins for anything of interest that might be beneficial to me, it occurs to me that while my memories may be gone, I can still think of some interesting, inventive ideas, it could be possible that I was a real expert in whatever field of science I was in before my memory loss. Therefore maybe Blue’s explanation of magic could be the first stepping stone in rediscovering my true self, perhaps if I can find any records of magic, perhaps even study it, I might just be able to discover who I really am. That shall be my quest, to find magic and use whatever methods I can think of on it to finally get my memories back.

Until then I’ll just continue my day-job outside the Happy Pirate, after all I still need money and I can’t Dine and Dash forever, hopefully Mr Silver won’t chase me off again with that dog of his.

Goggles.


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That was the latest of many journal entries Goggles had been keeping two weeks after awaking in this strange new world. He may not have been able to remember what happened but after being sucked up into the portal with Blue Lightning in Equestria, they both end up in this strange new world, and if he had any of his memories, Goggles would have realised that his whole body had been changed to those of the main populous of this new world. What was once a small, furry Gizmonk now stood a tall gangly human teenager, with yellow skin, messy red hair and an awkward way of standing, the only true way to distinguish Goggles from his old self now was the buck teeth protruding from his top lip, his blue eyes, and the pair of cracked green goggles that he constantly had upon his head. However much to Goggles’ unfortunate luck, no one in this new world had a clue as to who he was since no one has ever met him before, thus there was no one to help him recover from the amnesia he had been suffering from since his arrival in this new world. But luckily for him, he did have Blue Lightning as company, a fact for which he was terribly grateful for, if he didn’t have her he probably would have gone insane by now. However today, Blue had to stay at Goggles’ new place of residence to keep herself hidden from the eyes of the public, meanwhile Goggles himself needed to make some money if he was ever to adapt to his surroundings, and since his inventive side is now somewhat limited due to the lack of decent materials and memory of how to make most of his regular inventions, or at the ones that didn’t lack in comparison to most other forms of technology in this word, Goggles had no other choice but to use the one other skill he knew for sure that he had.

“Alright Ladies and Gentlemen!” he called out to the small crowd around him. “I’d like to present to you this next number, dedicated to all those of you who are feeling down!”

Goggles had been playing the guitar outside the Happy Pirate for about two hours now, it was quite the popular seafood restaurant that drew in such a large crowd, and was thankfully one of the few Goggles hadn’t eaten at and ran off before paying the bill. However while this may have been an ideal place to set up a street performance, the restaurant owner, Jack Silver, was very protective of his business and didn’t appreciate a smelly street performer scaring away his customers, as such Goggles had already been chased off by Slash, Jack Silver’s pet dog, at least three times now. But no matter what world he was in, or how many memories he loses, Goggles was as stubborn as he ever was and kept coming back, and today was no different. As he plucked at the strings of the guitar he had fished out of a music-store dumpster and repaired with the broken pieces of a grand piano at the dump, Goggles did his very best to entertain the ever shrinking crowd with his song:

Well I won't back down, no I won't back down,
You can stand me up at the gates of hell,
But I won't back down.

Gonna stand my ground, won't be turned around,
And I'll keep this world from dragging me down,
Gonna stand my ground and I won't back down,

Hey baby, there ain't no easy way out,
Hey I will stand my ground and I won't back down.

However while his efforts were indeed paying off thanks to the buried memory of all his practising on Applejack’s banjo, thus allowing him to portray a beautiful melody, the crowd was still diminishing thanks to the fact that he hadn’t been able to shower for weeks, thus making the cluster of people cringe at his musky smell and tatty appearance. Still Goggles continued to sing:

Well I know what's right, I got just one life,
In a world that keeps on pushing me around,
But I stand my ground and I won't back down.

Hey baby, there ain't no easy way out,
Hey I will stand my ground and I won't back down,
No I won't back down.

As the song end and the last cord was plucked, Goggles disappointedly looked up to find that despite his efforts, the crowd had all but disappeared, save for two girls who were clapping for him despite his smell and appearance, clearly these were the kinder people of this town. Both girls seem to be the exact same age he was, or least that’s what Goggles believed now that he was a teenager without any memories of his previous life, one had pale white skin with a gorgeous flow of violet hair and wore a light blue top and a light purple skirt, and the other girl had butter-yellow skin, a flow of silky pink hair and wore a white vest top along with a light green skirt. Needless to say, Goggles found these two girls very pretty, and better yet he was happy in the knowledge that that at least liked the song.

“That was wonderful,” the pink-haired girl said with a gentle smile.

“Quite the eye-catching display sir,” the white-skinned girl added.

Goggles couldn’t help but smile at that.

“Thank you kindly ladies,” he said, setting down his guitar. “Glad to see SOMEONE is impressed.”

At those words, Goggles glared at the last few people walking away from the restaurant with disgust looks upon their face, he didn’t know whether these girls were just too nice to care or that they had no sense of smell, but none the less Goggles appreciated the fact that someone was willing to stay for the whole performance.

“Well we haven’t go much on us, but here,” the white-skinned girl said as she began rummaging through her purse and put 20 dollars in the tin can in front of Goggles. “For the show.”

Seeing this Goggles couldn’t believe his luck, 20 dollars? That had to have been the most generous donation he had gotten since he had first started playing the guitar for money, quickly holding it up to the sunlight to make sure it was real, the Gizmonk turned human couldn’t help but chuckle.

“By the heavens above, there ARE angels and they’re both standing in front of me,” he said gleefully. “I must give you something in return!”

Upon saying that, Goggles then rose up from the box he was sitting on and began rummaging through the tattered backpack he had been carrying around with him for a week, undoubtedly something else he found at the dump to carry the other various junk he had been collecting. However the white-skinned girl couldn’t help but cringe at the display.

“Oh no really that’ not necessary,” she insisted, not really wanting the smell to come any closer than it already has.

“Nonsense,” Goggles protested. “I must give you something… ah!”

Finally finding what he was looking for, Goggles then pulled out something out and presented it to the two girls. The item was a tambourine, formally broken and one of the many instruments that Goggles had found in the dump, but repaired and cleaned just out of sheer curiosity. 

“To share in the music,” Goggles said, happily giving it to the pink-haired girl.

While the white-skinned girl put on a polite smile, trying desperately not to offend the musician, the pink-haired girl, gladly accepted the tambourine with a genuine look of appreciation.

“Why thank you sir,” she said placing the tambourine into her own backpack. “I hope we see you play again.”

With those words spoken Goggles couldn’t help but smile again as the two girls turned to leave, however there was something about them that seemed… recognisable, almost as though he already knew them.

“Hey wait a moment!” he called out, causing the two girls to look back at him with confused expressions on their faces. “You two look familiar, have we met before?”

However the answer both of them gave was not what Goggles was hoping for.

“No, can’t say we’ve seen you before,” the white-skinned girl answered.

“Sorry,” the pink-haired girl added.

Needless to say Goggles was disappointed to hear that, then again he had been getting used to such disappointment for at least a month now so it didn’t really phase him as much as it first did.

“Oh well,” he sighed. “No worries, it’s been good meeting you.”

The two girls smiled at that.

“Same here,” the pink-haired girl replied.

“Ta-ta,” the white-skinned girl added.

And with that final word, both girls then turned away and left, leaving Goggles to sigh with gratitude.

“Such sweet girls,” he sighed, placing the 20 dollars in his pocket. “Why can’t everyone be like that?”

However that was a question that Goggles would have to find an answer to later, because at that moment, the bell of the Happy Pirate’s front door began to ring, meaning that either someone was heading in, or more than likely a certain someone who Goggles feared was coming out.

“HEY!” Jack Silver screamed, glaring at Goggles with fire in his eyes and pointing at him with an accusing finger. “I told you not to come back here, you bum!”

As part of his restaurant’s theme, that of which being a combination of seafood and pirates, Jack Silver truly kept in the spirit by dressing up as though he were a captain of a ship. He was a muscular, blue skinned man that had silver hair with red streaks, along with a sleek moustache and goatee of the same colour, and he wore a long brown coat and a tri-corner hat with a red feather as part of his restaurant’s décor. However it wasn’t the way the man was dressed that worried Goggles, it was the fact that when he appears then a certain dog is sure to follow.

“Oh Scrap-bunnies!” he squealed in terror, quickly grabbing his guitar and backpack.

“Get him Slash!” Jack Silver barked, opening the dog a little wider to allow his pet outside.

On cue, Slash did in fact rush out of the restaurant and followed his master’s command, he may have been small but he was certainly vicious, and in Goggles opinion completely manic, he was dark purple in colour, with gold coloured fur on his ears and tuff of hair on his head, not only that but he also wore an eyepatch over his right eye, Goggles didn’t know whether it was because it was part of the restaurant’s theme or because he really lost an eye but either way it made him look even scarier. As the small yet terrifying  dog chased Goggles down the street, the Gizmonk turned human soon found himself zooming past the two girls from earlier, screaming like a pansy and Slash began catching up with him.

“Get away from me, you stupid dog!!!” he screamed, causing the two to cringe with pity.

“Oh my,” the pink-haired girl exclaimed, putting on a worried look as Goggles and Slash disappeared into the distance.