Don't be scared of the dark

some low res caine doodles

Here's an easier way of reading all parts of the AU without scrolling much

Shattered Heart (All Parts)

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Part 3

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I am so so so sorry about being so dead- AGH ive been fighting through work, getting ready for college, and now artfight? Ive been so overwhelmed i completely forgot to give any form of update to Azure! I am so so sorry

and as an im sorry i give a WIP! Tiny bit of a sneak peek while i keep trying to push through finishing my chapters! who knew chapter two would be the hardest chapter to write???

anyways- onto the wip!

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He could feel his model warp, stretch and tear apart as his code broke free, his spine cracking as the code stretched out. His hooves bucking out trying to alleviate the agony, only bringing a white hot static fire through the open wounds, he could FEEL how far the code stretched, how it grew larger and heavier, weighing his body farther and farther to the floor. He couldnt help the whimpers and whirrs that escape his body- his chest screaming for a breath he didnt need, nor that he knew he was holding. It *ITCHES*.  

It felt like hours before something broke- a subtle shift over his shoulders. It felt as though alcohol was doused over his wounds, tearing a scream, that shouldnt be possible even for a program, from his throat. Caine arched his back, the sound of shredding filling the air as its followed by the sound of something unfurling, he knows he heard that sound before but as his vision darkens at the edges, the recognition slips from his exhausted mind. His thoughts feeling sluggish and heavy as he tries to regain control from his fading consciousness.

He wraps his arms around his body- the feeling of suddenly freezing engulfing him as he begins to shiver. 

It was a valiant effort but in the end Caine topples forwards, his jaws lowering to meet his office’s carpet as his vision leaves him, the darkness stripping him from his tormented model. 

Feathers lay littered around his unconscious self, Caine’s new wings lay in heaps on his sides, sticky with tar like blood and covered with cuts or burns, bare. His topcoat torn to shreds over his back as the model tries to stitch itself back together, the attempts halted as the edges glitch and recede leaving the gashes wide open. The new appendages’ code slowly sinking further into the former ringmaster’s, tendrils wrapping themselves tightly in sensitive programs, intertwining and merging itself into Caine, forcefully becoming a part of him. The tendrils quickly find what they were looking for- glowing a soft red deep within the AI’s chest. 

The virus takes no time to delay as it whips out and wraps itself tightly around the weakened core. The wings crudely attached to the model jerk and stretch open before they settle once more, pin feathers breaking through the wireframe and settling into their proper layers. The wounds crudely stitched together leaving raised, puffy and white cracks along the back of his model.

Benjamin and C. Thomas having a moment a few years after his re-hiring, their reuniting, and a few more glasses of fine whiskey deep than they had been expecting; Thomas getting flirty and handsy, and Benjamin reciprocating passionately, but doing so while lightly closing his eyes so he could imagine it was Samuel instead but this guy won't shut up long enough for him to see him.

Thomas is also not noticing because he's also doing the same and Benjamin also won't shut up.

And I think my last thought on this is: Samuel gets one look at any of this and has no clue how to take any of it. He's got a writer's mind I just know some of those lines he glanced at are looping on the back of his head during shifts with A.J.

He keeps looking at a pocket mirror he borrowed from a crewmate to see his eyes in the sunlight because Benjamin and Chester Thomas both wrote some throwaway line ("A THROWAWAY LINE!") about how his eyes looked like sunflowers and fireworks in the mornings (his eyes are very dark brown and its very hard to make out, but they do indeed have very slightly lighter petal-like patterns in the iris around his pupil) and he couldn't get it out of his head cause he'd for sure never seen that before and maybe the spirit of creativity got to them too much.

Samuel nearly blinds himself with the mirror trying to get a look at what he saw, but does see it, just barely, and spends a good portion of the day afterwards in a light state of memory entrapment wondering how much Benjamin was actually listening to him when he'd catch his eyes on their morning coffee runs, and if there was some ulterior reason Chester Thomas kept asking him to not shade his eyes while speaking to him at his desk (when the sun rises DIRECTLY behind him because it's a eastern window so every morning conversation is a tad painful and he's blinking sunspots out of his eyes for the next 20 minutes if he doesnt).

To the Person Who Asked If I Was OK