#some angsty

Like... I wanna bite him, but in a good way, yk?

Part of my idea of the boys being actual holograms, based off the DCOM ‘Pixel Perfect’.  Enjoy some angst!

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"I'm leaving!"

The boy dematerialized in front of her and Julie made a mad dash down the stairs, calling out his name.

He reappeared in front of the foyer, one leg forward, poised to step through the entryway-

"Luke, you step out that door and you'll be gone forever!" she yelled, recalling Carlos' dire warning when he created the holograms.

She saw him still. He knew that. He did. He shouldn't have forgotten. He wasn't programed to have lapses of judgement but he did. To get caught up in the moment. 

It was times like this that Julie forgot he was just tricks of well-synced projections. That he could be an actual person.

Luke shook as he whirled around, his face formed in anguish.

"It's not fair, Julie!"

She nodded, eyes stinging, "I know. I'm sorry."

"You made me. You made me into this rockstar, into the songwriting partner you've always wanted. But," he sighed, "what about I want? What I'd want to be?"

Julie stepped closer, "What do you want to be?” 

His hands reached out for her. Instinctively, she reached back.

But she felt nothing, his form passing through, and fizzling out like static on a TV.

He pulled back, barking a cruel laugh. 

Presented without context or explanation have a few sentences from future stories/the future of these guys (some of these fit with stories already on ao3 and some belong to stories that will eventually be added to the universe).

“I’m so sorry Eggsy. I can’t believe that Merlin forgot to change his emergency contact.”

She stormed back into the candidates room, “I repeat I am The Morrigan you will listen to me and to my orders. If you don’t forget dismissal - I’ll put you in that body bag myself.”

“Like I’ll believe a word you even say. What do you know about this? Clearly rich old guy asshole thinks he’s helping us out, that he understands, because he’s missing a couple fingers? Oooh I’m really impressed.”

He looked so beautiful there on the pillow. He hated it when he was told he was beautiful, complained about thinning hair, a weak jaw, the paunch he was fighting hard against, but he was wrong. He was beautiful.

“Why, why would you just go along with that? It that what you really think of me, think of us? Because if it is, then I’m walking away and I’ll not look back.”