Diamond Cutters

Diamond Cutters: Throne War Prelude

This should, ideally, be the last round of my Diamond Cutters drabbles, leading up into Throne Wars. Overall, though, I had loads of fun writing for these characters, just playing around with their relationships and drama! Will I try to do anything with Team Surge? Maybe.

March 31 – Late Night Snack

She was the only one left. Every single inch of Mobius was metallic... but all of it had rusted beyond further corruption. Every Zombot had decomposed into half-recognizable piles.

Whisper wandered the wasteland for ages. This once vibrant world, full of happy people who believed in freedom and friendship... She was the only one. The world was inhabitable. Soon, she would starve to death.

"..." She found the remains of a familiar Zombot. Tangle. Its long tail would take years to fully disintegrate. The flickering embers of its eyes gazed at her. "...huff...huff..." Whisper knelt and cried. She hoped for a future with her. She hoped to keep seeing her smile, hearing and absorbing her excitable energy. Every day. That future was gone. Gone for everyone. Whisper remained by her side... and slowly let herself starve. Maybe in death... they could still be together...

"...gnnnnnuuuuuu-thuuuuuhhhh..."

"Huff!" Whisper flinched awake. Her girlfriend's arm was slung over hers and her open mouth was right against the back of her hair.

"Huh, whuh, whuzzuh?" Tangle was bumped awake by Whisper's motion. "Bluh, why's there... fur in my...oh." She pulled her face away and fidgeted her tongue to bring the biscotti fur out. "Uh, Whisper?"

"Sniff...sniff..." Her head was still turned away. She was processing the reality that she was in Tangle's warm tail. On her bed. In her room. Together... and alive.

"W-What's wrong? I'm sorry."

"I'm fine..." She let her heart calm down. "Just had... the Zombot nightmare again."

"Mmmmm... Well, let's just be sure. Are my hands cold?" She gently wiped the tears off Whisper's eyes.

She smiled. "No."

"Is my tail spiky?" Tangle brought the end of her tail to brush Whisper's face.

She let out quiet laughs. "No."

"And what about my chest hair?" She twisted Whisper's body and pulled her nose into her tuft of chest hair.

"N-No! Tangle!" Whisper shook away and wiped her nose of the ticklishness.

"Then I guess I'm still me."

"Hmm...yes..."

"...I had a nightmare, too."

"Oh?"

"I dreamed... that you became the tastiest poundcake in the world." Whisper's closed eyes curved in disbelief. "And I really wanted to eat you. You had chocolate... like this." She nibbled Whisper's brown muzzle.

"T-Tangle..." Whisper cringed.

"You had vanilla like this." She stroked Whisper's eye area with her finger and licked it.

"Ew..."

"And you had sweeeeeeeeeet biscotti filling." She turned Whisper's head and gnawed the side of it.

"Tangle... you're making me hungry."

"Guuuh!" Whisper began gnawing Tangle's right shoulder. "Ichi-ichi-ichi! Easy on the fangs, watch the fangs!"

"Hm hm hm." Whisper released. "I'm hungry now. Make me a late night snack."

"Well, okay. Whatcha hungry for?"