RYR Art

He had grown too eased with the safety of his batch again.

Pabu had been a location even Omega had told him about long before Hunter or Wrecker did, of the small paradise planet with a island they ended calling home.

He was able to ingore the the blue all around every way he looked. Easier to ingore as it was a bright blue, and not the dark almost black waves all clones grew use to with storms.

Truly, Crosshair thought he was putting it all behind and when they had landed, everyone had been excited. So easily swept up the life that was his batch, in the locals of Pabu that the sniper let down his guard, trusting them.

Wrecker had been spouting about his cooking skills since Hunter directed them 'home' and once planetside immediately left to prepare a feast.

Echo had always been one the few he could easily tease around with he doesn't think of who is missing, of the goggles around Omega's neck and when two tookas crawled their way up to try stealing food from the reg, Crosshair went to bicker like it was old times.

Then behind Wrecker announced meal was served and a plate was in front of Crosshair.

Immediately his stomach sank as if lead in water, like a sinking city in the ocean. Water surrounding all around and there was no way out, no one around but his thoughts and thoughts and thoughts. His mouth watered, the smell registering and his hands ached from ripping scales off bare handed, bloodied and raw filled the ache in his stomach only to come back up each time, again and again.

The eyes stared up at him, as if judging saying he did it to himself, rejected his batch, choice wrong once again, got Tech killed-

"Crosshair?"

Omega tugged his sleeve, looking up worried.

Shakingly, he picked up a fork and took at bite of a meal he knew was delicious but only tasted like blood to him.

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Lovely commission for @kyraltre of their clone oc~!