Madness oneshots and hcs (requests open)

Just a clone (Phobos and Deimos)

Author's Note:Deimos is my comfort character!
*proceeds to make angst with him*

Deimos lay on the ground, his whole body ached. Blood seeped from a wound on his torso, soaking into the ground. He tried to pull himself to his feet, but he couldn't. He had suffered too much damage. "Well, well, well." Said Phobos. "Look at what we have here." Phobos stood over Deimos, smirking. He grabbed him by the throat and lifted him up to eye level. "I've heard rumours of a rouge clone of mine running around Nevada unsupervised." Phobos said. "I-I-I'm not....your clone...." Deimos stuttered. Phobos slammed Deimos onto the ground. "Don't try to play me for a fool." Phobos snapped. "I know Nexus property when it see it." On the back of Deimos's neck were the numbers 4538977. Deimos's clone number. "Such a shame you turned out to be defective." Phobos said. Deimos glared "I'm not defective, I'm the only one who has common sense." He said. Phobos laughed. "Common sense?! If you had any common sense you would of stayed with the agency, or maybe even joined me in the Nexus Core." "I would never join you." Deimos spat. Phobos grinned. "Oh really now? Not even after I put you back in your test tube where you belong?" Deimos began to tremble. "You......you wouldn't actually do that right?" He said, voice shaking. "It's the only way to get a defective clone back into order." Phobos replied. "I'm not...a clone...." Deimos said, tears beginning to stab at his eyes. "Keep telling yourself that 4538977, maybe it'll become true." Deimos staggered to his feet. "That's not my name!" He threw a punch at Phobos, only for him to grab his arm, break it, and throw Deimos onto his knees. Deimos cried out in pain and Phobos snickered. "Face it, you're just a clone, just a pathetic little clone, who can't do anything for himself." Deimos began to sob. It was true. He was pathetic. He couldn't do anything for himself.
He was just a clone