Reflective Detective One Shots!

Twisted

Everything felt so faint. For Glisten, he was aware, but the ichor affected him. He was always in pain, each step jostling the few strings that connected his upper and lower body. His memories all blended together, he could barely remember faces. He was all alone, but he was aware. He hated being aware of his suffering. The others were at least spared of it, numb and without minds.

There was a familiar crunch around the floor. Glisten wandered towards it, not thinking much. Walking helped him keep his mind working, despite how it hurt. He looked up, spotting a dark figure bathed in ichor. He squinted before remembering what the figure looked like; Rodger!

He watched as Rodger began to sink away - No! He couldn't let it happen! Glisten grabbed Rodger's arm. Beneath the jacket, it felt wet, with a hard bone in the center. It was something akin to slime wrapped around a chicken bone. Glisten nearly shivered at the texture, but he held on. The elevator was long gone. This was all he had.

Rodger rose slightly. Rodger, due to being nearly made up entirely of ichor, couldn't move or speak very well. Most of the time, he couldn't make out words, due to ichor overwhelming his senses. Rodger looked at Glisten. Of course, ichor fogged his memory, but he knew that this twisted had been important to him before things went downhill. Before they turned.

"Rodger," Glisten sobbed. Glisten wrapped his arms around the melting twisted. He didn't care how strange it felt to hold him, how ichor stained his arms and front. He just wanted to be sure someone, something was there.

Rodger blinked his reddened eye. He couldn't exactly hear Glisten, and was unable to see his mouth due to the fact his face was shattered, the piece his mouth was attached to long gone. But, he knew the twisted spoke. Rodger wrapped his arms around Glisten. He couldn't remember why, but he felt a bit more whole in his presence.

"Don't leave! Don't leave me again!"

Glisten cried. His voice was loud, loud enough for Rodger to make out the letters. Rodger attempted to speak, though it didn't sound like anything but boiling water. After a few attempts, Rodger made out a few syllables.

"Glisten," He recalled the name. He knew he was close to him, when they were toons. He could faintly recall worrying for the other.

"Rodger..." Was all Glisten could muster. He went back to sobbing. Rodger wrapped his arms around Glisten's shattered body, Glisten's arms sinking into Rodger's pen melting form.

They remained silent, but neither felt the need to speak. It hurt to do so. Ichor dripped from Glisten's broken face, and the droplets merged with Rodger's form. Glisten's sobs turned to cries, then whimpers, then nothing. Both lowered each other to the ground, where they remained together.

They were twisted, but at least they were not alone. They had each other, and that was enough for now.