Remember Who You Are

Voices. Perdita definitely heard two individuals speaking nearby, and it had been enough to draw the older dalmatian to the scene so she could find out what was going on. She'd missed most of the conversation, unfortunately, but as she drew closer she could make it out more plainly. One voice belonged to Mooch, and the other... No. No, that couldn't be who she thought it was. Dipstick had been killed by some unknown soldier and had joined the other handful of puppies who had perished in the war. Why would she have heard him?

Drawing closer still, Perdita finally caught sight of the two. Mooch and Dipstick, and her son appeared to be hurt. That wasn't what really got to her, though. Seeing her puppies hurt was bad enough, but she was more stupefied by the fact that he was standing there at all. Dipstick was dead, or at least that had been what she'd been informed of. How could he still be alive?

"D... Dipstick?" she asked, cautiously taking a small step forward to meet her son and Mooch.

"Mum?" It was Raine's voice who was heard as the young teenage pup walked over to his adopted mother then stopped short eyes wide as dinner plates as he stares at Dipstick. "Mum...is that...Dipstick?" he gasps looking over at Mooch as if he would give him a answer. Raine then took note of Dipstick's wounds, "Mooch did you do this to him?" Raine remember that once upon a time Mooch was the biggest bully on the farm but Dipstick as he remembered was the sheepdog's best friend if not one of them.
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"Dipstick?" Danny looks in shock at the scene in front of him but unlike Raine the great dane took a softer approach. "Mooch what happened to him?" he said gently as he steps closer to take a better look of the doofy pups wounds.

Rebecca..Rebecca. Dipstick's lip trembled. The name seemed to echo in his mind. Rebecca. Why did that name sound so familiar? Why this ... sudden pang in his heart? Had he loved her? Was she his.. Suddenly Dipstick leaned forward with a loud moan, feeling as if he'd been punched in the stomach. "OOHHHHhhhh." Oh Rebecca... why does your name hurt so bad? Who are you? So caught up in her name was he that most of the rest of Mooch's words went unheard. He had a brief flash of a cute little dalmatian with brilliant white fur, dazzling blue eyes and cute little heart spots marred with scars. And then ..

"D... Dipstick?"

"Dipstick?"

The first voice was female. The second was male. An adult female was coming toward them now and she was accompanied by two puppies and they both knew his name and how could they know his name why did they know his name who WERE THESE PEOPLE?!

"AaAAAAHHHhhhhhh!!!" Dipstick screamed suddenly, scrunching his eyes shut. It was all too much. There were too many. Too many and he didn't KNOW them who WERE they!! "Leave me alone!!" He cried, slowly hunkering down to the ground. "I don't know you!!"

Raine jerks back at Dipstick's scream and he lets out a whimper turning to look at his mother and Danny. "Dipstick! it's alright it Raine! I'm your adopted brother!" he says desperate to try and calm his wounded brother. "Please Dipstick!" he begs then turns to his mother again. "mum do something!" he begs his eyes so full of heartbreak and worry.

Mooch lifted his head towards the sounds, hearing the same voices as Dipstick. "Mooch, did you do this to him?" Mooch's eyes flashed open wide as Raine spoke. He let a loud snarl ripple over his maw as Dipstick cried, showing off teeth and forgetting Perdita was even there. "DID I DO THIS?!" He snarled, "I'm NOT the bad guy here! Whoever wiped Dipstick's BRAIN is!"

Mooch took a protective step over Dipstick before turning up towards Perdita with sympathetic eyes. "Miss Perdita...he...he doesn't remember anyone." He snorted at Raine. There was no way Dipstick would even recognize him even if he had his memory. But Perdita...He swallowed, slender legs draped over Dipstick's tiny shivering body. "He's not going to remember you..."

He nudged Dipstick's shoulder with his large nose. Somehow, somewhere, the pup was slowly starting to realize what he'd said, what he'd done. And he felt guilty about it.

"Leave me alone!! I don't know you!!"

That, coupled with Dipstick's initial reaction, caused Perdita to take a slight step back and lift a paw in surprise. Her own son didn't recognize her? What had happened to her poor baby after he had died? That was the least of her concerns, she realized. The fact that Dipstick couldn't recognize his own mother was horrifying to her, and it hurt Perdita's heart far worse than one might have imagined. Pain seeped into Perdita's expression after a moment, and as Mooch explained that Dipstick couldn't remember anyone and wouldn't remember her she dared to take a step forward again.

She couldn't give up on her son. Perdita flatly refused to do so, even if Dipstick didn't remember her at all. What sort of a mother would she have been if she gave up after all that had happened? Even if she had lost children in the war, and even if something horrible had happened to Dipstick, she just wouldn't abandon him. It wouldn't be right.

At length, Perdita nodded to acknowledge what Mooch had said and tried one more time to speak with Dipstick.

"Dipstick... Darling, I... I know you may not remember, but I'm your mother..."

That was all Perdita dared to say. Heaven forbid that she couldn't get through to him. After all that had happened thus far and the pain she'd gone through when she thought he had died, Perdita couldn't bear the thought of her own son forgetting her.

There were so many people here. So many dogs.. dog.. and puppies .. claiming to know him. He twitched a little when Mooch nudged him with his nose but said nothing, gingerly opening his eyes to look up at his mother. Eyes that were completely empty of the knowledge of who she was. Eyes that widened in surprise when she said she was his mother. Still staring at her, Dipstick rose slowly to his feet, unable to believe it at first.

"M...Mom? You're my...?" Did he even HAVE a mother? He couldn't remember. There were no adult dalmatians on the ...well wait there was that one guy, but he wasn't a girl. Not a girl so he couldn't be a mom right? "But.. no. There's no ... you're not.." His tone was harried and confused. "But you're not on my side...?"

Nervously he took a step backward, teeth clenched together. "Y-you'd be on my side if you was my mom right? .... Right?" He looked almost expectantly around at the group of faces, hoping they might confirm this question.

The sudden screaming had caught Freckles attention and of course curiosity got the better of her and she found the source of the sound from her brother Dipstick. The little pup looked so frightened and confused he didn't even know where he was and for a brief moment, she felt pity for her brother but what was she to do, if he didn't remember any of them what was the chances of her being remembered. She sighed a little and decided to approach but kept her distance her brother did not need to see her now he was already panicking and seeing another dog up close and yelling for him to remember wasn't going to help anyone especially Dipstick.

She decided to speak." Mother.. brother please he's not going to remember if we constantly throw things at him.. the best thing we can do is keep him with us until he recovers from the injuries and from the memory lapse." She stated as she sat down." I'm sure he'll remember but all of us surrounding him and asking him questions or telling him to remember won't make him remember any faster." She stated firmly unsure if her mother or siblings or any one would even listen.

Dipstick stared with confused sad eyes at the newest arrival to the scene. She too spoke as if she knew who he was. He supposed they MUST be of some relation to him if they knew him so well, but how was it even possible? Wasn't he born on the Human Villains? So how could so many Heroes know him? It was mind-boggling. One particular part of her statement caught his attention though... about keeping him here until he recovered from the injuries and "memory lapse".

"Uhhh but I can't stay here, I have to get back to Agrabah." He looked from face to face, a sad frown on his face. "I'm not a Hero, I'm a Human Villain. I'm not sure how so many of you know me on this side but uh .. I gotta go." He stood up and immediately a cruel breeze blew by, brushing the burn on his back. He moaned loudly in pain and immediately fell back down. "Or not..."

"Human Villain my butt" Raine snorts, "Your a hero Dipstick don't you remember? you must of hit your head or something?" Raine winches when his brother moans in pain at his burn. "Ugh, that looks bad" he mumbles "why...why don't we head to the nurse tent to check it out?" he suggests.

Freckles frowned a little at this and moved a little closer." If you want to leave that's fine but at least let us help tend to your wounds first can you at least give us that much Dipstick..?" She asked as she keeled down to his level." All I want is to help you if you wish to go back to agrabah none of us will stop you but you aren't going anywhere with those wounds of yours." She stated before looking to Raine" Best get one of the nurses to help with these nasty burns." She said softly.

"Look you little rodents," Mooch hissed, hoping his voice wouldn't be heard by Perdita, "Ambushing him with questions and assaults ISN'T going to help. Dipstick's MY friend, okay? I'll help him." He still stood over Dipstick like he was protecting his own pup. The male's eyes narrowed darkly before turning up at Perdita. Assaulting Dipstick with more and more spotted puppies wasn't going to help his condition. Hell Dipstick couldn't hardly remember any of his siblings names when he DIDN'T have amnesia.

"Miss Perdita, maybe...maybe he needs to rest somewhere huh? Maybe you can help him by YOURSELF." He shot a deadly look at Raine and Freckles.

Perdita opened her mouth to answer Dipstick's question, but all at once she found herself bombarded by the voices of some of her other puppies. Freckles, in particular, stood out to Perdia for a fleeting moment. She dared not try to disagree with Freckles, as Perdita seemed to be the only one who wasn't bombarding Dipstick with every single detail of his life in one fell swoop. All she'd tried to remind him of was his roots. Since it seemed he couldn't remember his being on the heroes' side, however, she dared not push the issue further. It was best to give Dipstick some time to recover.

"Mooch is right, my darlings," Perdita said. How she managed to keep her voice as calm as always by that point was a mystery to all involved, she was sure. "We mustn't force anything. It may only hurt him if we force too much on him at once," she said.

She'd have said more, but Dipstick's back wound hadn't gone unnoticed. Perdita could see the large bald patch on her son's back as plain as day, and she could alsosee that it needed to be treated in some manner. Letting the other puppies help would end in disaster, though. Perdita was certain of that much. So, daring as much as she willed herself to, she nodded a little at Mooch's suggestion that she take care of him. Perdita most certainly would do so... But only if Dipstick allowed her to.

Cautiously, the slender female took a step closer to Dipstick. Concern for his wellbeing was visible in her eyes, and her voice soft as she spoke again.

"Darling... Don't try to force yourself anymore. Please, let me see if I can help make your back feel better..."

Freckles growled a little, she wasn't going to stand for Mooch's attitude but for her brother's sake she never said a word." Very well mother." She said softly. She was pretty sure she had just finished saying the exact same thing not very long ago but decided not to push the subject if she could help it, not like she could do much on this end." If you need any help mother just let me know." She muttered before looking down to her brother once again feeling pity for the pup he was suffering out of it more then anyone here and she had no idea how to help him.

"Uhhh I'll go with Mooch." Dipstick said, inching ever so slowly backwards when Perdita stepped closer and looking the slightest bit creeped out. Apparently this dog was his mom but she was every bit a stranger to him at that moment. "Uhh where are you taking me?" He'd forgotten already that they were sitting in front of the MASH tent waiting on a medic. He really hoped this wasn't all some sort of weird plot to take him prisoner and torture information out of him. He WAS a self-proclaimed spy, after all. And this mission HAD been his idea entirely, although it ended in disaster. With him being caught by a Hero no less. Probably best not to let that be known. In any case he was outnumbered and it was probably best just to go along with them or they might gang up on him all at one time.