Fic: Friends Through Comas (Thero's Coma AU)
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mindcrackloveThis is a combination of all the submissions I've sent to Thero's tumblr with her Coma AU. I've added an ending part to it. Gen fic.
Words: 3,003
Warnings: Character Death, Suicide, and Hospital Type things
Notes: "~~~" Means break within stories. "~~~~~~" Means break between stories.
Link to Thero's AU post on Tumblr: Link
It had been a week since Nebris had woken up. Well, it didn’t feel as though he was awake. To be truthful, it felt like this was all just a bad dream and soon he’d be waking up to that stupid masked Canadian’s face. But that wasn’t the reality of which he truly lived in, he was told that fact everyday by the counselor every day. This was real. Where ever he was before, wasn’t. But then why did he yearn more for his friends in the dream, more than the people who stood near him in his waking.
~~~
"Chris." The name barely touched Nebris as he stared out the window, eyes running over the contained vegetation that the hospital allowed to grow. His mind drifting to the hours of exploration he had done with his friends through thick jungles and different biomes.
"Chris." This time the name was said louder, more concentrated on gaining Nebris’ attention. But he somehow ignored it, mostly out of spite of the other person.
"Chris!" The voice edged close to the point of yelling, though its volume gave Nebris enough headache to think they were, in fact, screaming at him.
Finally, the man broke away from his thoughts to turn to the disgruntled party. “They’d float in place.”
His counselor seemed surprised by the sudden response from the patient. Though they quickly recovered and picked up their pen to jot down the suddenly needed notes. “What would, Chris?”
"Everything. Knock away the support of any block and suddenly it just stays there floating in the air. The trees even did it." Nebris explained in a bored tone, the basic understandings of his world bringing little interest to him.
The sound of quick scribbling filled the room for a short period.
"I can tell what you’re writing by the way your pen moves."
His counselor looked shocked at the statement. “And where did you learn that, Chris?”
"From my friends."
"Do you mean the friends from your dreams?"
Nebris narrowed his eyes. “No, they are my real friends.”
"Of course they are, Chris.” They offered him a kind smile, but Nebris knew it was faked.
"Will you quit with the ‘Chris’s already! I know my name here, I’ll respond to it. So, you don’t need to treat me like a dog learning its name!" Nebris’ temperament suddenly getting the better of himself.
The counselor settled back in their seat. “Alright, it’s whatever you want.” Nebris mentally scoffed at that statement, just being here proved it was not whatever he wanted. But before he could respond, they continued. “Let’s talk about your experience in your dreams or as you prefer to state it, your time on the server.”
"Ok, let’s talk." Nebris allowed a sly grin to slip upon his lips and he leaned towards the counselor. "But first, let’s make a deal." It wasn’t a request, it was a demand.
They raised an eyebrow at him. “What kind of deal?”
"I’ll tell you all about my time on the server. But you have to do a few things for me." He reached for the notebook in the other’s hand and was given it after a moment of silence. The next few moments were filled with the sound of Nebris’ fast writing.
When he was satisfied, Nebris handed the notepad back to the counselor. They read over it a moment before looking at him in pure shock. “This is-!”
"My deal. Get me what I want, I’ll tell you all that you and your little doctor friends want."
Nebris stood up and walked towards the door. "Until then, I will not say a word." He sent a smirk towards the counselor. "If I was you, I’d be rushing off right now to go find them. Seeing as there’s a tall, idiotic Canadian on the list and we’re in America. You have a lot of searching to do."
He left the room after that and didn’t realize the slight shake of his hands until he reached the elevator. Even then, he tried to hide it by shoving his hands into his pockets. Silently promising himself that everything would be alright.
Nebris was going to find his friends no matter what it took at this point. And he was going to punch that certain Canadian with all his might first chance he got.
~~~~~~
Vechs felt himself fall. Wind rushing by his ears, drowning out the screams of his friends above him. He didn’t realize he had slipped off the ledge until it was too late to correct his mistake and now here he was. Traveling down towards his doom.
Instead of panicking like most people in his situation would, he would a smirk and showed a heavy sadness in his eyes. “Dang-it.” With a simple whisper, his life ended and all his senses cut off.
~~~
The sound of a constant beeping met his ears as soon as he regained consciousness. Then the smell of a very intense mixture of soap, with a slight hint of body odor. (Vechs suspected that smell being his own.) And a gagging sensation was son gained as well as something was currently sticking in his mouth and down his throat.
Wanting to know what the hell was going on, Vechs forced his eyes open, only to be met by a burningly bright light. All of his senses seemed to sway for a moment, sending a slight ringing through his head for a moment. Though he recovered.
Once his eyes adjusted, he found himself staring up at boring ceiling tile. Trying to move to get a better view, Vechs quickly found out it was very painful to move his head and opted for ceiling tile view.
First thing to do, get this stupid thing out of my mouth. He reached his hand up and felt the bumpy surface of the tubing just outside of his mouth. After a few tugs, he discovered that the tubing was very secure and he had seemingly had become weaker.
As a last effort, Vechs gave a final sharp pull on the tubing and soon found himself gasping in attempt to breathe by himself. He tried to bring both his face, but found his other arm had something painfully long stuck just before his elbow. He was about to remove it whenever a voice spoke up.
"I wouldn’t do that if I were you." Soon Vechs’ position changed to a sitting position and he found the owner of the voice.
"Nebris." A broken voice cried out and Vechs seemingly flinched at its sound, slowly realizing it was his own.
"Yes." The named man sat beside him in a chair, flipping through a magazine with disinterest and a remote control in his lap. "Been a long time Vechs."
Pure shock left him unable to ask any other question besides, “Are you the devil?”
Nebris flashed him a grin. “Now, why would I want to steal your throne?”
"How are you-" Vechs was cut off as his senses suddenly flared up, forcing him to close his eyes and kneel over. Everything became too loud and mixed into a cocktail of pain. The steady beeping he had heard before were now fast paced and he could feel a pain in his chest.
Something was griping his shoulder. He forced an eye open to see Nebris staring at him with concern that Vechs didn’t believe the man could have. “Calm down, Vechs. You’re fine, you’re safe.”
Vechs could barely hear his voice as it mixed with others and the pain in his chest drove out all his senses.
Thoughts scattered his mind, trying to fit together pieces. Nebris was dead, killed a very long time ago. But he was alive, how? How am I in this place? I slipping off the edge, I-
I died.
~~~~~~
MC awoke gasping for breath in the darkness of the hospital room. The EKG playing out the fast of rhythm in his heart and matching the pounding in his head. He doubled over and groaned, suddenly feeling sick.
"MC?" A groggy voice said lightly and there was some shuffling in the chair beside the hospital bed.
The young man didn’t respond. He just gripped his forearms in attempt to stop the violent shake that was ripping through his body. His breathes became more and more labored as the events of his nightmare continued to play out in his mind.
A pair of arms wrapped around him from his side. Unconsciously, MC leaned into the touch, attempting to find something to comfort him. Soon, a sobs rose from his throat and tears spilled down his cheeks.
"It’s okay; you’re safe, you’re fine." The voice whispered soothingly.
MC turned his head and pressed it into the soft clothing of the other’s chest. When his sobbing stopped, the fabric was soaked with his tears, but that didn’t seem to bother the other. “I was dead…” He mumbled, his voice hoarse and broken.
"You’re alive." The voice responded, rocking MC gently in his arms.
"You died too, Nebris, I saw your body. He held you and begged for you to come back. We buried you." MC rambled, feeling as though the words would sooth his own broken soul.
"I’m here now, we’re both here." Nebris replied then continued on. "We’ll watch each other backs, so nothing can happen." He knew his words were pointless, the younger man had already gone into a dreamless sleep.
Gently laying the other back down in the bed, Nebris looked over him in the small light the machines of the room provided. A troubled look played across his face as he remembered the other world. “People shouldn’t cry over me, especially you Etho.”
~~~~~~
He was the last one. The second to last had died six months ago; his dying words an apology to Etho. Now, he sat on the edge of a cliff with his only companion through these tough months, a dog.
Some would say he should feel lucky, but he felt the opposite. For the only one not dead, Etho sure felt as though his heart had been stabbed through twenty five times. If he had a choice, he would’ve wanted to be one of the first to go. To not suffer through the daily pain of being alive.
But that would put in trouble with the first guy to go. Nebris would never allow the person who defeated him to go so easily. Etho smirked at the thought of the cheater reappearing from the grave to yell at the redstoner.
That would never happen though.
"Sorry Nebris, looks like it’s the end." His voice gruff from disuse.
Etho turned his attention to his furry companion and with one hand, unhooked the collar that bound the dog to his side. “Run.” He said and the dog followed his last command.
There was a moment of silence as Etho gazed off at the sun set, then he pushed himself into a standing position. He turned away from the sun, looking as though he was about to leave but that was not the case.
He would not be walking away from this area. Unlike whenever his friends were alive and they’d travel for hundreds of miles in a few days, he’d finally settle down for good. This was his place to finally earn the rest a survivor earned.
From his inventory, a sword was summoned to his hand. The nicked and stained blade gleamed in the soft ray of sunlight, ready to slay whatever was needed. But it would not be touched a threatening mob tonight.
Tonight, the blade belonged straight through the chest of its user. The user who stumbled backwards and off the cliff. The user who whispered his final words to the wind before the hard ground caught up with him. The user who now laid dead after the damaging events with a smirk on under the mask on his face.
The world stopped its constant motion. Animals and creatures stopped in their place. The plants stopped swaying in the wind. And the sun hung in the sky, just kissing the horizon.
Words suddenly appeared in the air, but nothing to read or even notice their presence. But the fact remained that they were there.
~~~
He died.
Yes, it seems our champion could no longer take it.
Do you think we pushed too hard? Humanity seems to be a gentle and soft race.
That is why we are here. We are here to help them improve. Push them to the high level. Provide them a platform where they may receive their training without the damage of their own bodies.
Why must we though? They do not know of our presence. Some believe in different names of us and fight over the “rules” we made up. Surely we cannot help such a race.
It is true they are young, but we have what they perceive as faith in them. These men will a trials to face beyond what they have seen here. If they are able to go through the challenges everything else has set up for them, they will reach their highest level.
Then will we be able to tell them?
Yes, we will be able to tell them the truth. Until then, we must do as we always did. We, the universe, will love them. And we will continue to do so.
But for now, they must dream.
Dream the dream of life and death.
Of happiness and sorrow.
Of truth and lies.
Of struggles and endurance.
And through it all we shall love them. Whisper the facts about themselves that will never reach their ears. Assist them along their journey without recognition. For that is what love is to us.
Love them for they are love itself. Wait for them as they dream better and better dreams. Allow them to become the players of their own game. A game in which they sleep.
These few men… They are the players. They are love. They are the universe.
One player is nothing without the rest.
So, Player Etho.
Wake up and join the others.
~~~
Etho let out a gasp as he awoke, panting heavily. His head spinning searching for answers and the blinding white of his surrounding not assisting him in anyway. Questions filled his head, but he could find no answers by himself.
Suddenly, a pain in the left side of his chest hit hard and he felt a tingling sensation in his left arm. Then he screamed out in pain.
~~~~~~
If Etho had to describe an airport after spending six months in a world void of another human being, he’d describe it frightening and claustrophobic. The huge amount of people crammed into one building plus the constant sounds and motion, was overwhelming for the former coma patient.
But somehow, he managed to remain calm as he stood by Nebris, waiting for his flight.
“I’m surprised you came here with me.” Etho spoke up loud enough so the words would not be lost in the scarf around the lower half of his face. Ever since he had been away from the confines of the hospital bed, he’d kept the scarf around his face. A trait that had followed him from the false world of their dreams.
“Don’t be; I’ve seen all the rest of the guys off, you’re not an exception.” Nebris replied gruffly, in a slightly bad mood from waking up this early to just be within a crowd of people.
Etho frowned and looked to away from his companion. “I mean, I’m surprised you’d do anything for me after I-“
Nebris cut into his sentence with a harsh tone. “I thought you Canadians forgave and forgot? If you moving this far away from your country’s nation standards, I’m afraid they’ll kick you out and I’ll be stuck with you.”
The former redstoner put his hands in his pockets nervously. “Sorry.” He mumbled, unable to come up with a proper retort.
“And there’s the Canadian I’ve grown to hate!” Nebris gave Etho a hard pat on the back, causing the other man to stumble forward a step. “I’ve already said my piece on the subject so shut up about it.”
“You can’t just ignore that it happened though, I stabbed you straight through the-“ This time Nebris wasn’t needed to stop the Canadian’s soap box speech, the intercom turned on and announced Etho’s flight was now boarding. “I guess this is goodbye.”
He was just one step away whenever Nebris’ voice caused him to stop. “Hey, wait.”
Nebris practically appeared in front of him, hand on Etho’s shoulder. “That wasn’t a goodbye.”
Etho looked at him confused before a sudden punch met the center of his face, sending his fumbling to the ground. “WHAT THE HECK, MAN!?” He yelled at the other, causing some strange looks from the people around them, before tasting blood on his lips from his newly bloody nose. Pinching his nose gently, he glared up at Nebris.
The other offered his hand and Etho took it, though still fuming at the other. “That was goodbye.” Nebris grinned the grin he wore whenever he was up to no good. “Better hurry Etho Slab, you’re going to miss your flight at this rate.”
Suddenly Etho understood and smirked at the other, trying to look as threatening as one trying to stop a bloody nose could. “I wonder why. See you later, Cheaty Nebris.”
With that, the two walked their separate ways, as all mindcrackers did once their time together was spent up. But do not think for one second that this was the end of mindcrack. They remained in contact with each other even after separating, some even had get-togethers every once and a while.
Interestingly enough this would not be the last time all of them were together. The universe works in weird ways to join these men together. It was as if they were picked as the favorites of two higher beings…
Words: 3,003
Warnings: Character Death, Suicide, and Hospital Type things
Notes: "~~~" Means break within stories. "~~~~~~" Means break between stories.
Link to Thero's AU post on Tumblr: Link
It had been a week since Nebris had woken up. Well, it didn’t feel as though he was awake. To be truthful, it felt like this was all just a bad dream and soon he’d be waking up to that stupid masked Canadian’s face. But that wasn’t the reality of which he truly lived in, he was told that fact everyday by the counselor every day. This was real. Where ever he was before, wasn’t. But then why did he yearn more for his friends in the dream, more than the people who stood near him in his waking.
~~~
"Chris." The name barely touched Nebris as he stared out the window, eyes running over the contained vegetation that the hospital allowed to grow. His mind drifting to the hours of exploration he had done with his friends through thick jungles and different biomes.
"Chris." This time the name was said louder, more concentrated on gaining Nebris’ attention. But he somehow ignored it, mostly out of spite of the other person.
"Chris!" The voice edged close to the point of yelling, though its volume gave Nebris enough headache to think they were, in fact, screaming at him.
Finally, the man broke away from his thoughts to turn to the disgruntled party. “They’d float in place.”
His counselor seemed surprised by the sudden response from the patient. Though they quickly recovered and picked up their pen to jot down the suddenly needed notes. “What would, Chris?”
"Everything. Knock away the support of any block and suddenly it just stays there floating in the air. The trees even did it." Nebris explained in a bored tone, the basic understandings of his world bringing little interest to him.
The sound of quick scribbling filled the room for a short period.
"I can tell what you’re writing by the way your pen moves."
His counselor looked shocked at the statement. “And where did you learn that, Chris?”
"From my friends."
"Do you mean the friends from your dreams?"
Nebris narrowed his eyes. “No, they are my real friends.”
"Of course they are, Chris.” They offered him a kind smile, but Nebris knew it was faked.
"Will you quit with the ‘Chris’s already! I know my name here, I’ll respond to it. So, you don’t need to treat me like a dog learning its name!" Nebris’ temperament suddenly getting the better of himself.
The counselor settled back in their seat. “Alright, it’s whatever you want.” Nebris mentally scoffed at that statement, just being here proved it was not whatever he wanted. But before he could respond, they continued. “Let’s talk about your experience in your dreams or as you prefer to state it, your time on the server.”
"Ok, let’s talk." Nebris allowed a sly grin to slip upon his lips and he leaned towards the counselor. "But first, let’s make a deal." It wasn’t a request, it was a demand.
They raised an eyebrow at him. “What kind of deal?”
"I’ll tell you all about my time on the server. But you have to do a few things for me." He reached for the notebook in the other’s hand and was given it after a moment of silence. The next few moments were filled with the sound of Nebris’ fast writing.
When he was satisfied, Nebris handed the notepad back to the counselor. They read over it a moment before looking at him in pure shock. “This is-!”
"My deal. Get me what I want, I’ll tell you all that you and your little doctor friends want."
Nebris stood up and walked towards the door. "Until then, I will not say a word." He sent a smirk towards the counselor. "If I was you, I’d be rushing off right now to go find them. Seeing as there’s a tall, idiotic Canadian on the list and we’re in America. You have a lot of searching to do."
He left the room after that and didn’t realize the slight shake of his hands until he reached the elevator. Even then, he tried to hide it by shoving his hands into his pockets. Silently promising himself that everything would be alright.
Nebris was going to find his friends no matter what it took at this point. And he was going to punch that certain Canadian with all his might first chance he got.
~~~~~~
Vechs felt himself fall. Wind rushing by his ears, drowning out the screams of his friends above him. He didn’t realize he had slipped off the ledge until it was too late to correct his mistake and now here he was. Traveling down towards his doom.
Instead of panicking like most people in his situation would, he would a smirk and showed a heavy sadness in his eyes. “Dang-it.” With a simple whisper, his life ended and all his senses cut off.
~~~
The sound of a constant beeping met his ears as soon as he regained consciousness. Then the smell of a very intense mixture of soap, with a slight hint of body odor. (Vechs suspected that smell being his own.) And a gagging sensation was son gained as well as something was currently sticking in his mouth and down his throat.
Wanting to know what the hell was going on, Vechs forced his eyes open, only to be met by a burningly bright light. All of his senses seemed to sway for a moment, sending a slight ringing through his head for a moment. Though he recovered.
Once his eyes adjusted, he found himself staring up at boring ceiling tile. Trying to move to get a better view, Vechs quickly found out it was very painful to move his head and opted for ceiling tile view.
First thing to do, get this stupid thing out of my mouth. He reached his hand up and felt the bumpy surface of the tubing just outside of his mouth. After a few tugs, he discovered that the tubing was very secure and he had seemingly had become weaker.
As a last effort, Vechs gave a final sharp pull on the tubing and soon found himself gasping in attempt to breathe by himself. He tried to bring both his face, but found his other arm had something painfully long stuck just before his elbow. He was about to remove it whenever a voice spoke up.
"I wouldn’t do that if I were you." Soon Vechs’ position changed to a sitting position and he found the owner of the voice.
"Nebris." A broken voice cried out and Vechs seemingly flinched at its sound, slowly realizing it was his own.
"Yes." The named man sat beside him in a chair, flipping through a magazine with disinterest and a remote control in his lap. "Been a long time Vechs."
Pure shock left him unable to ask any other question besides, “Are you the devil?”
Nebris flashed him a grin. “Now, why would I want to steal your throne?”
"How are you-" Vechs was cut off as his senses suddenly flared up, forcing him to close his eyes and kneel over. Everything became too loud and mixed into a cocktail of pain. The steady beeping he had heard before were now fast paced and he could feel a pain in his chest.
Something was griping his shoulder. He forced an eye open to see Nebris staring at him with concern that Vechs didn’t believe the man could have. “Calm down, Vechs. You’re fine, you’re safe.”
Vechs could barely hear his voice as it mixed with others and the pain in his chest drove out all his senses.
Thoughts scattered his mind, trying to fit together pieces. Nebris was dead, killed a very long time ago. But he was alive, how? How am I in this place? I slipping off the edge, I-
I died.
~~~~~~
MC awoke gasping for breath in the darkness of the hospital room. The EKG playing out the fast of rhythm in his heart and matching the pounding in his head. He doubled over and groaned, suddenly feeling sick.
"MC?" A groggy voice said lightly and there was some shuffling in the chair beside the hospital bed.
The young man didn’t respond. He just gripped his forearms in attempt to stop the violent shake that was ripping through his body. His breathes became more and more labored as the events of his nightmare continued to play out in his mind.
A pair of arms wrapped around him from his side. Unconsciously, MC leaned into the touch, attempting to find something to comfort him. Soon, a sobs rose from his throat and tears spilled down his cheeks.
"It’s okay; you’re safe, you’re fine." The voice whispered soothingly.
MC turned his head and pressed it into the soft clothing of the other’s chest. When his sobbing stopped, the fabric was soaked with his tears, but that didn’t seem to bother the other. “I was dead…” He mumbled, his voice hoarse and broken.
"You’re alive." The voice responded, rocking MC gently in his arms.
"You died too, Nebris, I saw your body. He held you and begged for you to come back. We buried you." MC rambled, feeling as though the words would sooth his own broken soul.
"I’m here now, we’re both here." Nebris replied then continued on. "We’ll watch each other backs, so nothing can happen." He knew his words were pointless, the younger man had already gone into a dreamless sleep.
Gently laying the other back down in the bed, Nebris looked over him in the small light the machines of the room provided. A troubled look played across his face as he remembered the other world. “People shouldn’t cry over me, especially you Etho.”
~~~~~~
He was the last one. The second to last had died six months ago; his dying words an apology to Etho. Now, he sat on the edge of a cliff with his only companion through these tough months, a dog.
Some would say he should feel lucky, but he felt the opposite. For the only one not dead, Etho sure felt as though his heart had been stabbed through twenty five times. If he had a choice, he would’ve wanted to be one of the first to go. To not suffer through the daily pain of being alive.
But that would put in trouble with the first guy to go. Nebris would never allow the person who defeated him to go so easily. Etho smirked at the thought of the cheater reappearing from the grave to yell at the redstoner.
That would never happen though.
"Sorry Nebris, looks like it’s the end." His voice gruff from disuse.
Etho turned his attention to his furry companion and with one hand, unhooked the collar that bound the dog to his side. “Run.” He said and the dog followed his last command.
There was a moment of silence as Etho gazed off at the sun set, then he pushed himself into a standing position. He turned away from the sun, looking as though he was about to leave but that was not the case.
He would not be walking away from this area. Unlike whenever his friends were alive and they’d travel for hundreds of miles in a few days, he’d finally settle down for good. This was his place to finally earn the rest a survivor earned.
From his inventory, a sword was summoned to his hand. The nicked and stained blade gleamed in the soft ray of sunlight, ready to slay whatever was needed. But it would not be touched a threatening mob tonight.
Tonight, the blade belonged straight through the chest of its user. The user who stumbled backwards and off the cliff. The user who whispered his final words to the wind before the hard ground caught up with him. The user who now laid dead after the damaging events with a smirk on under the mask on his face.
The world stopped its constant motion. Animals and creatures stopped in their place. The plants stopped swaying in the wind. And the sun hung in the sky, just kissing the horizon.
Words suddenly appeared in the air, but nothing to read or even notice their presence. But the fact remained that they were there.
~~~
He died.
Yes, it seems our champion could no longer take it.
Do you think we pushed too hard? Humanity seems to be a gentle and soft race.
That is why we are here. We are here to help them improve. Push them to the high level. Provide them a platform where they may receive their training without the damage of their own bodies.
Why must we though? They do not know of our presence. Some believe in different names of us and fight over the “rules” we made up. Surely we cannot help such a race.
It is true they are young, but we have what they perceive as faith in them. These men will a trials to face beyond what they have seen here. If they are able to go through the challenges everything else has set up for them, they will reach their highest level.
Then will we be able to tell them?
Yes, we will be able to tell them the truth. Until then, we must do as we always did. We, the universe, will love them. And we will continue to do so.
But for now, they must dream.
Dream the dream of life and death.
Of happiness and sorrow.
Of truth and lies.
Of struggles and endurance.
And through it all we shall love them. Whisper the facts about themselves that will never reach their ears. Assist them along their journey without recognition. For that is what love is to us.
Love them for they are love itself. Wait for them as they dream better and better dreams. Allow them to become the players of their own game. A game in which they sleep.
These few men… They are the players. They are love. They are the universe.
One player is nothing without the rest.
So, Player Etho.
Wake up and join the others.
~~~
Etho let out a gasp as he awoke, panting heavily. His head spinning searching for answers and the blinding white of his surrounding not assisting him in anyway. Questions filled his head, but he could find no answers by himself.
Suddenly, a pain in the left side of his chest hit hard and he felt a tingling sensation in his left arm. Then he screamed out in pain.
~~~~~~
If Etho had to describe an airport after spending six months in a world void of another human being, he’d describe it frightening and claustrophobic. The huge amount of people crammed into one building plus the constant sounds and motion, was overwhelming for the former coma patient.
But somehow, he managed to remain calm as he stood by Nebris, waiting for his flight.
“I’m surprised you came here with me.” Etho spoke up loud enough so the words would not be lost in the scarf around the lower half of his face. Ever since he had been away from the confines of the hospital bed, he’d kept the scarf around his face. A trait that had followed him from the false world of their dreams.
“Don’t be; I’ve seen all the rest of the guys off, you’re not an exception.” Nebris replied gruffly, in a slightly bad mood from waking up this early to just be within a crowd of people.
Etho frowned and looked to away from his companion. “I mean, I’m surprised you’d do anything for me after I-“
Nebris cut into his sentence with a harsh tone. “I thought you Canadians forgave and forgot? If you moving this far away from your country’s nation standards, I’m afraid they’ll kick you out and I’ll be stuck with you.”
The former redstoner put his hands in his pockets nervously. “Sorry.” He mumbled, unable to come up with a proper retort.
“And there’s the Canadian I’ve grown to hate!” Nebris gave Etho a hard pat on the back, causing the other man to stumble forward a step. “I’ve already said my piece on the subject so shut up about it.”
“You can’t just ignore that it happened though, I stabbed you straight through the-“ This time Nebris wasn’t needed to stop the Canadian’s soap box speech, the intercom turned on and announced Etho’s flight was now boarding. “I guess this is goodbye.”
He was just one step away whenever Nebris’ voice caused him to stop. “Hey, wait.”
Nebris practically appeared in front of him, hand on Etho’s shoulder. “That wasn’t a goodbye.”
Etho looked at him confused before a sudden punch met the center of his face, sending his fumbling to the ground. “WHAT THE HECK, MAN!?” He yelled at the other, causing some strange looks from the people around them, before tasting blood on his lips from his newly bloody nose. Pinching his nose gently, he glared up at Nebris.
The other offered his hand and Etho took it, though still fuming at the other. “That was goodbye.” Nebris grinned the grin he wore whenever he was up to no good. “Better hurry Etho Slab, you’re going to miss your flight at this rate.”
Suddenly Etho understood and smirked at the other, trying to look as threatening as one trying to stop a bloody nose could. “I wonder why. See you later, Cheaty Nebris.”
With that, the two walked their separate ways, as all mindcrackers did once their time together was spent up. But do not think for one second that this was the end of mindcrack. They remained in contact with each other even after separating, some even had get-togethers every once and a while.
Interestingly enough this would not be the last time all of them were together. The universe works in weird ways to join these men together. It was as if they were picked as the favorites of two higher beings…
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Date: Wednesday, June 4th, 2014 02:10 am (UTC)I recall seeing a lot of these, and its nice to see them put together and wrapped up.
Maybe a sequel is in order, yeah?
(this is AJrainbowz, btw)
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Date: Wednesday, June 4th, 2014 07:40 am (UTC)The Etho part broke me.. and all the ones after it.
it's a nice fic to read when it's raining..
but it's not raining where i am. ;-;
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Date: Wednesday, June 4th, 2014 08:24 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: Friday, June 6th, 2014 08:32 pm (UTC)