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...or it would be, if Xavier could stop admiring her from afar (and up close) and ask her out.

It was a feeling unlike anything other, being born again into a world that moved on while he slept. Living hurt and being born was no exception to that rule, his first breath was a harsh slap in the face. His so called birth was just an electric shock pulling him out of his looping memories and into the reality of his glass prison. It opened and his body fell to the ground, expelling the liquid that kept him living out of his lungs. As soon as he saw his creator...he hated him.

Time went by slowly as he tried catching up with the times. The only thing he could really do with his frozen bones was play his music, one song in particular was constantly flowing through his fingers. Memories came back the more he played it. His creator thought it would be good for him to get out and explore instead of moping around the house so he sent him to the citadel to explore. It was a shock at first but it never takes long to get used to a whole world full of your own face. There were similar kids and he wondered who they were, what their importance was. To comply with his creator he found a little bar that would let him play his favorite song and his own original music, and in all honesty he became quite popular.

But he was never really happy like before. There was something about dying and being frozen in time for half a lifetime that really makes life suck. His father the monster was dead for a long time and that was the only good thing to come of it...but his boyfriend..Rick. He couldn’t find them again so he stopped looking. He didn’t want to go looking and find him the way he feared most, in a grave. He couldn’t fill his heart with what he needed so he started sleeping around, that was a bonus to being a semi celebrity..there was lots of slutty groupies waiting for their turn. Romance was not an option with any of them either his mind was back but his heart was still frozen.

Wednesday was usually the day he would sneak off and sing for a little group of disgruntled Ricks and what he got to know as Mortys, but the schedule changed when he finally remembered the details of his own death. He took a mental health day...or two before he returned to the bar to sing once more.