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🪵🔨//unwelcome familiarity (wallmark)

requested by schr0d1ngerscat !! :) thank you for requesting!

// BEFORE YOU READ : this is extremely ooc, in my opinion. read at your own risk but i believe i couldve done way better here, honestly

// The Regretevator can get lonely when others aren't on board, and M. Mark finds himself wishing that someone entered and broke the silence. But after a certain encounter, he leaves the elevator with his throat dry and a newfound silence.

.. AKA, Wallter loses his patience and Mark is in denial.

both of them use he/him (0:

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The sound of elevator music echoed throughout the Regretevator, clearer than usual due to the strange lack of chatter. At the time, nothing of note had happened yet. The occasional person or two entered and exited at their respective stops, but that was about it.

M. Mark stood in the corner. His stance was a tad awkward and he didn't seem as excited as usual. He was better when he was surrounded with others! More background noise, more interesting folk he could converse with, and the general vibe and air were factors he looked forward to as he entered. But he was greeted with none of that, instead presented with a desolate and empty version of itself; a shadow of what it could be.

Heck, Mark could even say that he missed the spraying!

..Maybe that was a bit of a stretch.

Either way, he was bored. He adjusted his construction hat and sighed. It could be a while before anyone else came in.

More floors came and went, none matched the place Mark wanted to be at the moment. Just how long will it take for his stop to finally arrive? At this point, he might leave at the next floor and call it a day.

Another floor passes. And another. Aaaanndd another. None of them were exactly.. favorable to walk out of this elevator for.

It's been about 40 minutes of nothing so far. Just as Mark is about to lose hope and walk out, he hears the next 'ding!' and looks up.

His face somehow fell more than it already had. A hauntingly familiar landscape greeted him, a bittersweet feeling stirring up inside of Mark's wooden body as he continues peering outside in anticipation. The endless hills gave him memories that he'd rather push away and forget. The only thing he could do at this point was hope that Wallter didn't feel like taking the Regretevator today.

Out of the corner of his eye, he could see Wallter step foot into the elevator. Mark shuddered. The universe was just against him today. Yet another pang of emotions hit him. Sadness? Anger? It was hard to tell. With an internal sigh, he forced himself to pry his eyes off of the other figure. He hadn't even noticed that he was staring at him, instead focusing on the cacophony of thoughts ringing throughout mind.

It was easy to tell that Wallter was also uncomfortable, eyes glancing around the room and hands fiddling with his scarf. This interaction would be different if it weren't just them .. In fact, it had been a while since they've been alone together.

"How's th' weather up there?" Mark jabs at Wallter with one of his usual remarks, but his words sounded hollow. "brick boy," he continued, voice cracking due to the lack of use beforehand.

The silence that followed that statement was deafening, so thick you could cut through it with a knife. All remaining confidence Mark had dwindled away as he waited for an answer.

"Come on, is all th' Grey Stuff catchin' up t' ya? Har har!!" The laugh at the end had been choked out by force, sounding unnatural. Wallter stiffened before sighing bitterly through his teeth.

"Just.. quiet down. I apologize for this, but that voice of yours isn't exactly the most pleasant thing to listen to."

And for once, the first time in a while, Mark pipes down in an argument. Wallter's words usually lacked the usual sting they had before, in fact, his bickering felt 'playful' in more recent times. What was so different about today? His words actually hurt. They hurt like hell. He was being such a baby, he was better than this! What Wallter said wasn't even that bad! He could just reply with something better! But despite everything, he couldn't bring himself to respond. More memories lodged their way into Mark's thoughts as he looked away, pain evident in his face as he pursed his lips.

"I'm," the mannequin coughed, "I'm sorry."

Though upset, Wallter raised an (imaginary) brow. "For what?"

"Fer.. everythin'." Mark huffed, turning away from his ex husband.

The other figure stayed quiet for the next couple seconds. M. Mark could feel his gaze burning on his shoulder, and he shivered. A tear pricked at the corner of one of his eyes.

"Please, 'm just.. so sorry. Please.." Mark hadn't a clue what he was begging for. But he yearned, yearned for something better, yearned for everything to resolve itself, yearned for Wallter again.

"It's.. far too late, Mark." Wallter sighed again as his gaze slid away, and landed on the aquarium outside of the Regretevator. "it's been too late for a while." The mannequin turned his head back to look at Wallter with a troubled expression, tear sliding down his wooden cheek. Too late.?

A pang of regret hit him, plowing down like an avalanche as the result of his fierce denial over the years. It took everything in him not to break into a sob then and there as he peered up at Wallter through his glazed, tear-filled eyes.

"I.." Mark was at a loss for words yet again. "I know, an' I'm," Mark sputtered and rephrased his entire sentence. "Do ya think we could ever.. make it work again?" A flurry of false hope made itself known in his eyes, only to wilt away in mere seconds at the wall's response.

"Mark, my.. friend. I don't think you're understanding. You see, this has been over- We have been over for a long time." His words, though irritated, had a hint of sadness to them. Wallter looked at Mark again, frowning.

"Ah.." Mark blinked. He rubbed his now dampened eyes as they trailed to the floor.

"Uhm.. Just,, think abou' it. Please." Without another word, Mark hopped out of the elevator and into the cardboard mansion that they had just stopped at. Anything to leave.

Wallter just watched as he exited, face unreadable. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. What a conversation.

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The next few Regretevator trips in which they saw each other were quieter, much to the others' surprise. Their bickering was replaced with occasional glances and some much appreciated silence for the other occupants.

aaand done! REALLYY sorry for how long this took to write but i'll be starting on the partybeetle request soon! i hate them so much..... doomed divorced old man yaoi SUCKS!! (lie)