Cosmo's oneshots / drabbles

You don't get to tell me he's gone. [heavy angst]

He was tired today. A lot more tired than usual, really, but he wasn't going to let that stop him from going about his day as he walked down the hotel hallway, headed for the kitchen. He just needed to get some food in him. Yeah, that was it. That'd surely get some energy in his systems. He trudged past the lobby, ignoring a concerned glance from someone sitting on the couch, leaning a bit on the counter to reach into a shelf, pulling out... a thing of crackers. He didn't feel like making, or generating anything right now, so he guessed this would be enough. He made his way over to the table in the room, almost immediately dropping his full weight into one of the chairs, having to grip the table quickly, to make sure the chair didn't lean back and make him fall. He took a moment, blinking off the shock from that, glad he had caught himself, as he huffed out. He was too tired for this, but that certainly woke him up a little, if not just giving him that little bit of adrenaline he needed to keep functioning properly in the moment. He idly snacked away at the cracker packet, using one hand to keep his head propped up as he struggled not to fall asleep where he sat. Gods, why was he so tired today? This was absolutely exhausting. Maybe he should go back to sleep or something. Eventually he reached the end of the cracker packet, blinking a few times as he realized that for himself. He let out a soft, annoyed groan at this, the snack not having done anything for his energy. Through his mostly tired haze, someone joined him in the seat across the table, though his unfocused vision in the moment made it hard to tell who it was-- until the person spoke.

"You know, you can't keep doing this, right?" MePhone's gaze immediately shot up, the tired haze leaving almost immediately as he looked at the man-- or, rather, robot, sitting in front of him, his sleek, deep red slicked back hair, his jet black shades, and leather jacket the exact same, just how he had remembered last seeing him-- before he had woken up in those same clothes.

"W... what," MePhone's voice was barely louder than a whisper.

"You know exactly what I mean, Blue." His brother held a constant frown on his face, the same frown he was all so familiar with. It wasn't like he ever smiled much during the time he remembered him, after all.

"How are you here," MePhone stood up, his hands on the table, as the chair pushed back a bit behind him. He could feel the exhaustion creeping back in, the adrenaline already fading, despite what was going on in the moment. "I- you died, I--"

"Yeah, I did, so what? Can I not get better?" 4S raised an eyebrow.

"I-- answer my question!" MePhone couldn't help but raise his voice, taking up a frantic tone. This definitely caught a passing OJ's attention, as he peeked into the room, immediately confused. He stood there to watch, just to make sure he was seeing, and hearing this right.

"Why does it matter? I'm here now," 4S shrugged, leaning back in his seat, unbothered.

"It- it matters because I- I know you're dead! You-- I--"

"Shut up already, I'm here now, Blue. Everything's going to be okay." 4S stood from his seat, slowly putting his hands into the pockets of the leather jacket, and... and smiling. A genuine smile, something he had never seen from his brother before-- and just as he had appeared, he vanished as MePhone felt a hand on his shoulder. He whipped his head around, ignoring the strand of hair that fell out of his less than perfectly maintained hair. There stood OJ, a very clearly worried look on his face, taking in the robot's distress.

"Are you okay? You were talking to yourself, dear," OJ frowned.

"Wh, no, I- He's right there," MePhone scoffed, stepping a bit away from his boyfriend, looking to the other side of the table, where... Where 4S had just been, but no longer was. The space he occupied being empty, and cold, as if untouched for hours by anybody else in the hotel. MePhone could feel himself growing more distressed. He was just there. He had just reassured him, and just like that he was... gone again.