SOULMATE AU!!!

[was_no_monster]

FOR ALL GOOFY SOULMATE NEEDS :3c

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[feelthisnoiz]

[it's pointless to get involved with other people, it's stupid, there's no point in- in hoping--]

...why?

[was_no_monster]

[ silently grabbing one shoulder to wiggle the joint— and there's that mechanical grinding whirr from before, the same sort of sound a damaged Allmate joint would make ]

Something artificial probably wouldn't have enough of a soul for that.

[feelthisnoiz]

[oh.

he's still not sure he believes - wants to believe? dares to believe? - but... it would just figure, wouldn't it?

he always knew he was cut off from the rest of the world, from humanity. this doesn't change anything, really.

he lets out a short, bitter laugh.]

[was_no_monster]

[ flinches, and abruptly draws his knees up so he can thump his forehead into them. you'd have to be deaf not to hear the undertone of pain in that laugh, and if the mark on his neck really does belong to that man...



this is his fault. ]

I'm sorry.

[feelthisnoiz]

[reaches out and touches the mark]

[was_no_monster]

[ it reacts immediately, almost like it was impatient— bright, arterial red slicing out from the point of contact and then seeping outward until the entire handprint is stained bloody.

he jumps a little at the sudden contact, the sudden feeling of a hand on his neck... and then relaxes with a soft, stunned "oh." he recognizes the touch in a way he doesn't have words for— it feels almost like coming home, or the moment of relief as he went back to his father after another round of testing.

this is the person he chose. ]

[feelthisnoiz]

[it's a strange, tender feeling, watching that. even if it's not a human he reached out for, even if no soul would reach back for his broken one, it's still...

he slides his hand over the mark, fitting his hand to the print. it does match. the other's skin is strangely cool, scarred-up seam rough against his hand where it bisects the mark--

that's when he jerks his hand back, with a barely audible gasp.]

[was_no_monster]

[ he sighs at the clasp of the hand over the back of his neck, nearly swooning at the heady feeling of rightness and relief—

and then it's all abruptly gone, and he does startle and nearly fall over in his disorientation at the loss ]

Why'd you- what's wrong?

[ it's a strange, uncomfortable feeling to realize that he doesn't even know what name to be asking, like it's something he should know and how could he not? ]

[feelthisnoiz]

... Nothing.

[his tone is still flat, but somehow he seems shaken]

[was_no_monster]

[ blinks at him, still kind of muzzy around the edges and unguarded, and then takes a deep breath and pulls himself together ]

Bullshit.

[feelthisnoiz]

[this isn't going to work, there's too much to process and he doesn't want to talk about it, he has to get away--]

I said it's nothing.

[standing up]

[was_no_monster]

And I'm saying that's obviously bullshit, but if you don't want to—

...hey...

[ scrambling to get to his feet as well no no no wait ]

[feelthisnoiz]

[nope nope nope moving towards the door bye]

[was_no_monster]

[ given a few more seconds to think, he might have let him go. he couldn't even have reached out to return the other man's grasp; what right does he have to make him stay?

but he doesn't have any time at all, just the split second terror of being left alone again, being left behind, and so he lunges blindly after him ]

Wait! Please, I'm sorry, don't go, don't—

[feelthisnoiz]

[it's too late.]

[was_no_monster]

[ and so he ends up staring numbly at the doorway, poised to get up again and go after him... and instead sinks back down to his hands and knees before simply collapsing, like a puppet with cut strings. ]

[feelthisnoiz]

[later that night, when he finally talks himself into it - or fails to talk himself out of it - Noiz stands in his bathroom with a hand mirror, and looks at the back of his neck.]







[he has made a terrible mistake.]