Michael (MichaelNeverSleeps/OmegaGamingLP) Oneshots

[FTO vs. OoO] Past Lovers

A/N: It's a crossover hECK YEAH─ If you want to see more crossovers like this then let me know!

OoO Michael frowned as he stood behind the Grimshade bar, watching as his guild master counterpart groaned with his forehead against the bar table. He's been the one giving him a few drinks, and it appears the alcohol is starting to take effect after the twelve drink. But barely. 

Jeez, OoO Michael thought. This guy can hold his beer.

"Ugghhh..." FTO Michael's groggy groan snapped OoO Michael's train of thought. 

The son of Athena turned back to the half-sober half-intoxicated guild leader, a mix of emotions showing on his face.

"Alright, I think that's enough for you," OoO Michael cut in, reaching one hand forward to take away the rather large cup of alcohol from his counterpart.

FTO Michael just groaned once more, thankfully, not whining. OoO Michael has his Austin for that.

"But I neeeed it."

Never mind about the not whining part.

FTO Michael slowly lifted his head up once more, his eyes blinking rather owlishly at his look-alike. They had discovered at some point that OoO Michael had come through some sort of portal-rift, it was a mix of the two. They assumed they had to find something strikingly similar for this Michael to get back to his Greek Mythology world. 

And that's where they're stuck too.

They had no luck these past couple weeks, so they decided to go drinking (thankfully with no one around, no one knew about OoO Michael hopefully) at the Grimshde bar.

Well, one Michael did.

OoO Michael considers Tomb Juice worse than alcohol, and he doesn't really drink. So FTO Michael shrugged it off and went 'More for me.' OoO Michael stuck as a bartender.

"Give it back meee─ I need to drink more, I can still hear my own thoughts."

Getting back to the plot, OoO Michael huffed as he began to put away the alcohol. So his counterpart couldn't have any more. "Yeah, no, I'm not letting myself drink away my problems." He replied, but what he heard next made his freeze.

"She's not a problem!"

OoO Michael lifted his head up from underneath the bar table, a look of curiosity written on his face. FTO Michael seemed to both acknowledged what he said, but at the same time was snapping in and out of consciousness due to the alcohol. Seriously, he was on his tenth drink or so and he wasn't even fully intoxicated.

Moving on. OoO Michael raised an eyebrow, he looked left to right to make sure no one else was coming, and he leaned in a bit closer. "Uhhh, who's, she?" He asked, wondering if it was a good idea to pry.

FTO Michael seemed to blink once, and suddenly he looked fully sober. OoO Michael saw his counterpart look down with this far-away look in his eyes. OoO Michael was no idiot, even with a single glance he saw the emotions behind those deadpan eyes. 

He saw something, someone, yearning for someone else. Grieving. There was grief. And clouded misery. Sadness, pain─

"You probably wouldn't get it." FTO Michael finally stated, now resting his elbows on the counter.

OoO Michael kept an eyebrow raised, he replied back with one of his Austin's vocabulary words: "Try me."

FTO Michael glanced back up at his look-alike with a dumbfounded look, but he figured, what harm could this really do. Most people of Atlantide would know about this anyway.