Omēga woke up feeling empty and still slightly high on heroin. Still on Earth. Still trapped by the Mechanical Animals. Even the drugs couldn't change that. He sighed, rolling his bright red eyes. "I'm not attached to your world... nothing heals, nothing grows...", Omēga mumbled, running his hand through the shoulder-length red hair that matched his eyes. More music recording today... Omēga hated being on this miserable planet.
Alpha sat and waited outside, but not for anything in particular. Still on Earth. Still trapped on this miserable planet as a human. Tears formed in his eyes. Why did he have to feel these emotions? Why now? "I'm not attached to your world... nothing heals, nothing grows...", Alpha mumbled through choked sobs, placing his hands on his head. He had to get it together unless he wanted Twiggy to see him in this state. Alpha hated being on this miserable planet.
Omēga played as part of the band, then went back to his cell. He was a slave here, fallen from space. An outcast. But had it really been better in space? He closed his eyes and thought about the home he had been forced to leave behind. "In space, the stars... are no nearer, just glitters like a morgue."
Alpha sat in his room and silently cried. He was a slave here, to society and to earth. An outcast. Everyone was afraid of him, assumed he had no feelings because he was a big rock star. He closed his eyes and thought about what it would be like to be an alien. "And I dreamed I was a spaceman, burned like a moth in a flame, and our world was so fucking gone."
Omēga had a strange feeling, like he was somehow being humanized here. No, that couldn't happen. He refused to be part of this horror. "But I'm not attached to your world, nothing heals, nothing grows." Then, he saw her. She was so beautiful, everything that was missing in his life. Her pale skin contrasted with her dark hair and eyes, a look of tragedy reflected in the dark brown orbs. She was Coma White. "I NO LONGER KNEW IF COMAWHITE WAS REAL OR JUST A SIDE EFFECT"
Alpha had a strange feeling, like he was somehow more of an alien than Omēga. No, that couldn't happen. He refused to be any weirder than he already was. Then, he saw her. She was so beautiful, everything that was missing in his life. Her pale skin contrasted with her dark hair and eyes, a look of tragedy reflected in the dark brown orbs. She was Coma White. "I NO LONGER KNEW IF COMAWHITE WAS REAL OR JUST A SIDE EFFECT"
(A/N: Anyone wanna be shipped with Twiggy? Give me your description and name)
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Mechanical Animals
FanficBased on the 1998 concept album by Marilyn Manson Does include OCs I do not own Marilyn Manson (sadly) or anything related to Marilyn Manson.