Omega (A/N: i'm so fucking done with copy and pasting the accent thing so deal with it bishes) was lost and high as he sat in his cage in Hollywood. He was about to fall asleep when Alpha walked in the room. "Twiggy's fucking his girlfriend out there, I needed space.", he explained in a deep, gravelly monotone voice. Girlfriend. To Omega, love was just like drugs: it got you high and left you empty. He didn't say this, but gave the singer a look expressing it. Alpha nodded, understanding completely.
"The drugs they say, to make us feel so hollow, we love in vain, narcissistic and so shallow." Alpha remembered Coma White from yesterday. Had she been real? She was too beautiful to be real. Probably just a drug-induced hallucination. He sighed and wandered back into the other room, hoping Twiggy and his girlfriend, Billie, were finished.
Luckily, they were. She was sitting in Twiggy's lap and blushing. Alpha rolled his eyes behind his yellow-tinted sunglasses. "Why are you even wearing sunglasses? We're inside, and it's, like, mid-winter right now.", Billie questioned from her boyfriend's lap, raising an eyebrow. "Why does anyone really do anything?", Alpha responded, only half-realizing he was talking out loud. "Uh, okay, period hair. Didn't realize you were a fuckin' philosopher.", retorted Billie Alpha rolled his eyes for the second time in the span of five minutes. TPublishoday was awful, not like the next day would be any better. As much as Alpha hated to admit it, he was jealous of his friend's relationship. He would never have love like that. "The cops and queers, to swim you have to swallow. I hate today, no love for tomorrow."
Omega rocked back and forth in the metal cage, shivering. He was a big famous rock star now. Wasn't that supposed to make him happy? Was there a true way to be happy among these mechanical animals? Salty tears streamed from his eyes as he sobbed. "We're all stars now, in the dope show. We're all stars now, in the dope show."
Suddenly, Coma White was there. She embraced him, dried his tears. Their cracked lips were brought together in a kiss stained by impurity.
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Mechanical Animals
FanfictionBased on the 1998 concept album by Marilyn Manson Does include OCs I do not own Marilyn Manson (sadly) or anything related to Marilyn Manson.