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What?! I am not doing it wrong!!

"I am Groot?"

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Rocket could hear Tony asking him who he was talking to but he didn't answer. The name was the first thing that came to him and it opened the door to the rest of the memories of Lylla. "Rocket, you need to get out of here..."

The door behind him swung open and he spun. Dyvyne was stepping in, a smile on his face. "Come now, we have work to do." Rocket watched his creator coming closer and closer and he started backing up. "No...no, you stay away from her!"

Tony cocked an eyebrow , not sure what to make of that name. "Who are you seeing Rocket? " he asked, not sure what that name would trigger in his friend, but he had his finger on the ready to get the guardian out of that dream state.

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Tony was right - Rocket could probably hack into the lock without rustling a few hairs on his tail. But he wasn't focused on that. His mind had pulled him from the door back towards the cages. There were rustlings of the animals waiting for their turn for the table. He saw his cage and a shiver ran down his spine....

"Rocket...."

His head turned and he froze. "Lylla...."

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Tony witnessed a spike in Rocket's vitals, nothing too bad, but he wondered just what his friend was seeing to react like that. However, he prefered to play it down and just focus on one task at the time. "Piece of cake for you then to unlock."

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Rocket was still laughing until he went flying, crashing into a big pile of parts and tools he had been working on. He groaned and grumbled as he pulled himself out of the heap and glared in Em's general direction. "You're lucky I know that was an accident otherwise you'd wake up tomorrow with no arm and no leg."

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“Oh come, it’s a little funny. But if it works right there ain’t supposed to be any magnets so thank you for telling me something isn’t right. Gimme a sec,” he mulled before turning off the device to release Em.

Em coughed severly and took a raspy inhale once he finally could move.  His body needed a moment to reajust himself and he used his power to lift himself up gently. At Rocket laughing , he just looked at him and sneezed , sending him flying off the console. “Oops , sorry.”

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"I told ya not to get too close, dumb dumb! Now you're gonna have to wait for it to grow back. Maybe Quill will feed ya or Gamora."

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“Seriously, Groot? I leave ya alone for five seconds and this is what happens?”

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“I am Groot.” It happened so quickly and Groot didn’t expect this kid to have an actual functional lightsaber! 

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"Wow, good for you. Your eyes and ears do still work. Maybe you should use those eyeballs of yours to find me a new spare part for this doohicky."

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“Wait….you can talk?!”

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Rocket sputtered and coughed as he tried to wave the dust away from his face. "What the hell is that shit.......whoa," his angry tirade ended as he saw what he could only describe as a vending machine with robotic limbs, machine parts and guns. "It's the most beautiful thing I've ever seen."

“sorry sorry!” pixie said frantically, waving her hands through the air to try and disperse the rogue pixie dust that hung in the air. “i didn’t know you were going to walk right into it! don’t worry you only should be seeing some nice things like unicorns…rainbows…other nice things. you only got a little bit of it so it shouldn’t last for too long.”

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"Oh really?" Rocket asked as he picked up the now broken machinery he had been tinking with earlier. "Then how did this happen?"

        “Wasn’t me this time. I didn’t even touch your… whatever that one is.” He honestly had no idea what Rocket was tinkering with this time, but he’d learned his lesson pretty early on and did his best to keep his hands far from the other’s projects.

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"Yeah, there's a damn door," he grumbled, his mind moving his way over to it but he growled as he pulled the handle, "damn thing is locked. Bastard has biometrics on it."

"Rocket."

Rocket turned, the feminine voice catching him off guard as he searched for the source. "Who's there?" he called out, looking to the wall of cages where all of the experiments were held. Because that was all they were to the bastard - experiments. But there was something about the voice - familiar, friendly.... a sound his heart deeply missed.

“You broke free of that prison, it holds no power over you , we are just exploring to know why that rabbit said what he said. ” the genius reminded him. “Are you comfortable to move forward, is there a door? ”

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Rocket groaned and grunted as the images flashed. "There's cages.... Lots and lots of cages. It's where we were kept," he described, "it's like a damn prison."

“Don’t overwhelm yourself Rocket, can you describe the lab for me ? ” Tony asked, he would record anything of interest that ressembled a glitch or something out of place. Rocket vaguely explained how he did it, so he knew it was still all there.

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Before Rocket could breathe out to prepare himself, the device was switched on and he yelled loudly. "SONUVABITCH!" The jolts of electricity shot through him and when he opened his eyes to glare at Stark, he found himself standing back in Halfworld. "Ah, shit, it's the damn lab...." he groaned out as he looked around, "Fuckin' hate this damn place."

“Okay then. On the count of 3…” He did not even count and switched on the machine that was basically a helmet with cables sending impulses to try to wake up the neurological path that had been disabled to forget. He was monitoring Rocket’s vitals closely. “Okay…what do you see? ” he guided him , because this was a visualisation of what had been lost.

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Rocket had blacked out most of Halfword - and for good reason. The place had been a hell from what little he could remember. All he knew was the place had turned him into a monster and he never ever  wanted to step foot back on that planet unless it was to blow it up. However, Stark had brought up some things that had raised some interesting concerns, not to mention he still owed Blackjack O’Hare a good kick in the ass, but the answers to these questions were all locked away in the memories he had blocked. “Ya know, I was perfectly happy not knowin’ anything, but if there’s somethin’ that can tell me about how to shoot Dyvyne in the face with my mega-blaster, then I’ll do it. Just get it over with before I change my mind.”

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“I don’t—don’t find anything funny about this…you…assured me that there were no magnets…”

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“Oh come, it’s a little funny. But if it works right there ain’t supposed to be any magnets so thank you for telling me something isn’t right. Gimme a sec,” he mulled before turning off the device to release Em.

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“Seriously, Groot? I leave ya alone for five seconds and this is what happens?”

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“What are you laughing at, genius? I’m havin’ to fix your mess!”

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l-groot :

“I am Groot.” Groot replied with confidence and honesty, he indeed always did care about all of them. “I am Groot.” He added, probably touching the cold heart of his friend by using the word family.

“Oh, no, don’t try to guilt me out of this with the F word. Your dirty tricks won’t work on me.”