Various Shorts Wars Oneshots

Mirror Issues (Platonic Boss and Preston)

A/N: I am writing a one-shot with a not-abusive boss because it's SO UNDERRATED RAH >:3 ENJOY!!! Also, DON'T MIND MY DUMB LIL NICKNAME HEADCANNONS RAHHHHH 
ALSO TRIGGER WARNING FOR BLOOD AND IMPLIED SH!!! 
We love a good old hurt/comfort

Boss Perspective: 

It's about 5 in the morning. I woke up to the usual apartment noises. After the facility was destroyed AGAIN!!! (seriously how are they doing this the hell??????), I had decided to take this property that had also belonged to Dave. I have no clue how that man had so much property honestly. It was smaller than the facility that's for sure. Speaking of which that court case is coming up. Shit. Did Dave ever have to go to court?? Probably not. I guess I was the only one that didn't let him get away with his crimes...

I'm just glad he's gone...

My train of thought crashed as I heard something break in one of the other rooms. Now is a good time to mention that the only other person I was staying with at the moment was Preston. "Pres? you good?" no response. "'Tina are you okay?" I continued wandering to find where the crash came from. It came from her room, no surprise there. 

This happens almost every other week now. My best guess is he broke another mirror in their room. I can't help but feel bad for them at this point. It's not their fault they're "defective".  It's kind of like when my hair gets too long and I see him in the mirror. Except I have a solution when that happens. He does not

Prestons Perspective:

"Defective." I heard from somewhere. I am a defect. I knew that. Even before the facility was destroyed the first time, I never was interested in how I looked. Not because I lacked a tail, but because I am a clone. I am supposed to be someone I am not. I tried.
I tried EVERYTHING for this feeling to go away. It never worked. I'm so pathetic for tearing up.

I saw a mirror glaring back at me. Constantly telling me what I should be. I should be more like him. But I'm not. The room feels like it's spinning. 

I woke up from my thoughts for a second. Realizing that my hands were bloody with shards of glass. This made the tears worse. I feel like I am drowning in my own body. Why am I like this? 
"'Tina, are you okay?" I heard from across the hallway. shit. I can't let him see me like this. I hate the way he looks at me when I get like this. Fuck fuck FUCK!!  I AM SO PATHATIC AND STUPID CRAP!

"Preston, are you in there?" I wanted to say something but I couldn't. I froze. SPEAK YOU IDIOT!!! I hate it when I do this. Going Nonverbal in these situations is the worst. 

Boss Perspective:

He didn't respond. I could hear their breathing behind the door. I decided to go into her room. "'Tina? I know you're in here." I saw him. He was shaking and crying. the way he looked up at me almost made me tear up. I couldn't tear up now tho, he needs some form of reassurance that they'll be okay. I got down on my knees so I could get on their level. 

"Hi, Preston." I noticed the glass and bloody hands. I realized he probably was nonverbal at the moment. "Alright, are you comfortable with me touching you right now, this hand for yes this for no?" He paused for a minute. They then touched the hand that said he would be fine if he were to be touched. "Okay, I am going to get you out of this room okay?". He nodded back at me giving the signal that it was okay.

I carried the rabbit back to the room I was sleeping in. There was a first aid kit in there. I tended to their wounds while also trying to make them feel as comfortable as possible. "I'm sorry.." They muttered quietly. "It's okay," I responded to them "You don't need to worry about it alright?" 

They were still shaking but his wounds were tended to. I also got them a change of clothes. "You wanna just stay in here for a little bit, 'Tina?" I asked them. "yeah..." he replied.  "I just don't want to bother you... I-" "Preston you're fine okay? You're not bothering me." 

I then felt something grab me tightly. It was Preston. That's when he snapped and started venting about how he felt. I let him. I know I don't treat him, the best, but I try not to be an asshole about it you know? "Boss?" "Yeah, what is it?" I wondered. "Do you see me as less than you?" 

"What?! No of course not, you have just as much of a soul as the rest of us don't you?" I responded rather mad he would think that, but also disappointed he felt that way. "I do but I just- I am a clone, a defective one at that." I hated the word he used "Defective" but he wasn't that at all. If he were a normal clone, I probably wouldn't have him as a friend. I would have still seen clones as in-human slaves I could kill whenever. But they aren't. They have a soul just like everyone else does. Hell, even Melon might not have deserved the way I treated him before. I am trying to get better, so I don't turn up like him.

"No, no you're not Preston." "You don't think so..?" he responded. "No, you have the right to your own personality just as much as anyone else." Preston placed his head on my arm, they must have been tired, they probably stayed up all night. "Boss," his voice was still a little shaky but it was calm.

"Thank you for seeing it that way."

AH, I LOVE THEM SO MUCH GRRRRRR ANYWAYS!!!

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