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Michael Afton x Jack Nyras

TW: Mentions of cannibalism, description of a decaying corpse

Jack trekked through the abandoned building that Toby swore he could find food at. So far, the only luck he believed he’d get would get with finding food would be getting some squatter. Regardless, he chose to at least attempt to believe Toby, even if his faith in the younger man was actively depleting by the second the deeper into the building he wandered. The deeper into the run down restaurant he went, the fouler it smelled. Something had died here and was marinating in its own rot, from the scent of things.

As Jack walked, he was stunned into stopping his movements entirely as what appeared to be a corpse walked out of one of the rooms. Great, Toby had sent him after what seemed to be what he could only describe as a zombie. He let out a low growl of frustration at Toby’s antics, before being surprised by the corpse reacting to his growl. The corpse flinched and turned to look at him, visibly startled by the looming demon at the end of the hallway. The corpse let out a cough, clearly to play off his fear, and adjusted the purple hat resting atop his head before speaking.

“You uh- you must be Jack.”

Jack responded with a gruff “mhm”, slowly approaching the individual. He didn’t know what to make of this creature before him. Zombies were familiar, he had dealt with things close enough to them to handle it, but a sentient corpse? This was new, and confusing, if not a bit disturbing. The corpse, seemingly sensing Jack’s confusion, elaborated.

“Toby said you could help me.”

Jack huffed at that. Of course, he should’ve known better than to believe a word that came out of Toby’s mouth. Toby’s ears must’ve been ringing, as Jack’s phone vibrated in his pocket. He took his phone out, checking to see what it was. Of course, it was a text from Toby:

“Hey, sorry for lying to you but my buddy could use your doctor skills :P”

Jack rolled his eyes and shut his phone off, looking down at the corpse in front of him. He was annoyed about being lied to, but if he could be of service, he supposed he’d hear the guy out. His focus shifted to the purple hue of this man’s skin. Purple? Well, that wasn’t necessarily something he was familiar with, but he supposed corpses could be purple.

“Purple skin. Unique, though I guess not for a decaying corpse.”

“Yeah, well, you’re not exactly a sight for sore eyes either, sunshine.”

The corpse responded in a snarky tone, having to look up at Jack due to how much bigger Jack was. Jack crossed his arms over his broad chest, scanning over the corpse’s body. What would a corpse need surgery on? Not like he should be using any faction of his body in his state. Speaking of which, how is this thing even still functioning? He couldn’t call the man alive, just look at his skin, but he didn’t know what else to refer to the guy as.

“What exactly do you need a surgeon for?”

“I was hoping you could remove something for me.”

Jack reluctantly agreed and followed the man around the broken down rooms, trying to find a table or counter that he could at least somewhat sterilize. Even if he was helping a corpse, he didn’t feel right operating in a disgusting environment. It went against everything he was taught while he was in medical school. He just couldn’t bring himself to dishonor his craft in such a way. So, once they found the cleanest room of this place, which wasn’t saying much, he started sterilizing the area to the best of his abilities.

“What am I removing?”

“Sentient ball of wires, named itself Ennard.”

Jack nodded before stopping after a moment during his cleaning, looking over his shoulder at the corpse. Ennard? Number one, how is a ball of wires sentient, and number two, how does it name itself?

“Ennard- Innards? Seriously? Wow, talk about some grade A creativity.”

“Tell me about it.”

The corpse huffed out a laugh. Jack motioned for him to get on the table, and the corpse began unbuttoning his shirt, revealing more purpled skin. Jack watched the man climb up onto the table, noting a tablet in the corner of the room that seemed broken, but still held an employee’s name. Jack looked a bit more intently, trying to make out the name. It looked like it said-

“Eggs Benedict?”

The corpse visibly cringed and groaned in response.

“Stupid fucking machine glitched out. It’s Michael.”

Jack nodded in response, putting gloves on and pulling out his surgical supplies out of his belt and sitting them on the table he had pulled beside the one Michael laid on. Once he was confident he had everything he needed, he began prepping Michael’s skin, pulling fabric out of the way. Michael seemed a bit nervous before speaking.

“Is this going to hurt?”

“I won’t feel a thing.”

“Fucking great.”

Jack couldn’t help but smile under his mask at his own joke, but even as cruel as he could be, he wasn’t a complete asshole. He moved to toss the alcohol wipes he had into a makeshift garbage bag he had made.

“No, your nerve endings should all be non functioning by now. You shouldn’t feel anything.”

Michael seemed to relax at Jack’s response, which reassured Jack. He pressed the scalpel into the skin, shocked by Michael wincing.

“You can feel that?”

“I didn’t wince for shits and giggles.”

“Fascinating. You shouldn’t have operational nerve endings.”

“So you mentioned.”

Jack searched through the pouches on his belt, finding that he had indeed kept numbing solution packed. It seemed this was Michael’s lucky day. He numbed the area he was operating on, and cut into Michael’s abdomen. When he moved the skin, he was shocked to see how much of the wires and metal had fused with Michael’s organs. These wires definitely are the sole reason Michael is still alive, acting in place of a pumping heart it seemed.

“If I remove these wires, you will more than likely die.”

“I’m already dead. I’ll finally get to actually rest.”

Jack nodded and got to work, removing the wires entangled within Michael’s organs. The entire process took hours, but he was finally finished. He looked up at Michael, checking if the boy was still alive. It didn’t seem to be so, but just to be safe, he tapped the boy’s face lightly, trying to wake him. To his surprise, Michael actually stirred. How in the hell is this boy still alive?

“You’re still alive?”

“Oh for fucks sake.”

Michael groaned, rubbing his face with his hands. Jack sewed him back up and helped him off the table. He didn’t think Michael would be best staying in this rundown building for any longer than he already had. These wires had infiltrated his body once, it’d probably happen again.

“You already know Tobias. Perhaps you’d be better off at the manor.”

“The manor- what the hell is- do you freaks all live in the same house?”

“Yes, that’s how you should repay my generosity of removing the inner wirings of a mechanical suit from your organs, by calling me a freak.”

“Right, sorry, thank you for taking Ennard out, just wasn’t expecting the invite that followed.”

Jack huffed quietly but dropped it, walking out of the room. He waited at the end of the hall until he heard Michael’s footsteps following, and led the both of them out of the ruins. Michael looked around, letting out almost a gasp of awe. It’s not like he hadn’t been outside before when he was alive, but since he had his body inhabited by that stupid pile of metal, he hadn’t been able to get out of the restaurant. The surrounding area had changed a lot since he left, it was a pleasant surprise. He looked around at the city, enjoying the fresh air and the sounds of cars passing on a nearby road.

Jack led Michael through the woods, making sure to tread carefully to avoid losing the man somewhere along the way. There was no telling what Michael would run into out here alone, and Jack didn’t necessarily want his patient trying to stand his own against the beasts of the Slender Woods. Soon, they finally arrived at what looked to be a large gothic mansion, somewhere between looking abandoned and just vintage. Jack led Michael in, and immediately headed towards his room, not wanting to have to explain the situation to everyone surrounding them. He preferred to have Michael settle in first, at least.

“You can stay in my room for now, so I can keep an eye on your stitches.”

“Great.”

Michael huffed, looking around the room. It was much darker than the rest of the place, somehow, and really fucking creepy. Although, he supposed it was better than being trapped in the pizzeria with his sister’s corpse. He chose not to think too hard on what had happened to Elizabeth and instead elected to focus on somewhere to sit, assumably where he’d be sleeping. However, he quickly realized there wasn’t a chair or couch in this room. He glanced around at the decor before turning his attention back to Jack, clearing his throat awkwardly.

“So uh, where am I sleeping?”

“The bed.”

“Right… So then where are you sleeping?”

“The bed.”

“Oh.”

Jack turned and raised his eyebrow, not understanding where the confusion came from, or what the sudden awkwardness was for.

“Is that a problem?”

“Nah- no- no problem- just- maybe a bit weird?”

“I’m tolerable enough for you to immediately ask something of, but not tolerable enough to share a bed with?”

“Nonono! Not at all- you know what? Thank you for sharing your bed with me, quite the generous offer!”

Jack just stared for a while before walking away and towards a chest of drawers. Michael let out a sigh of relief before a small oomph left his lips as a clump of clothes landed against his chest. He grabbed them before looking up at Jack, who so kindly threw them. The dude was freakishly strong if that tiny little toss had enough power to actually elicit a sound out of him just based on impact.

“You haven’t showered in a while.”

“Uh, yeah, been a few years, not really any running water down there.”

“So I smell. You can use my shower.”

“Cool, thanks Jacks.”

Jack raised an eyebrow at the nickname, but shrugged it off. It was odd to him to hear someone refer to him in a casual manner like that. He was typically only referred to by his name or an abbreviation of his title, not a term of endearment. Maybe having Michael around wouldn’t be so terrible after all. He stripped off his hoodie, instead opting for a more comfortable shirt instead. He then grabbed his book he had been enjoying before Toby sent him off, and relaxed on his bed, reading.

His head popped up when Michael walked out of the bathroom, shirt hanging off one shoulder down to about mid bicep, sweatpants legs pooling over his feet. He looked almost like a child in their parent’s clothing, quite the amusing sight.

“They’re a bit big.”

“They were that size when I handed them to you. Did you expect them to magically mold to the size of your body?”

“Okay, you make me seem stupid when you say it like that.”

“I’m much larger than you, Michael. My clothes are going to fit large on you.”

“Where the hell do you get clothes this size? Giants R Us?”

“You’re so amusing Michael. I see the appeal of taking your body.”

Michael rolled his eyes, and walked over to the bed, almost tripping several times in the process. He hopped up, plopping down on the mattress at the foot of the bed, looking at Jack’s mask still on his face.

“You ever take that thing off?”

“I do when I’m alone.”

“If I’m staying in your room, you don’t really get to be alone much.”

“Thank you, Sherlock Holmes, I didn’t realize that.”

“Alright jackass, I was just saying.”

Michael paused for a moment, his eyes locked on that peculiar blue mask.

“You can take it off, if you’re comfortable enough to.”

“You will not be comfortable if I do.”

“I’ve seen a lot of freaky shit, I’m sure I’ll be fine.”

Jack’s head tilted up, as if in doubt of Michael’s words, but he still obliged. He unclipped the black clasp sitting behind his head, letting his mask fall into the palm of his opposite hand. Michael looked in a mix of fascination and horror at the empty black sockets where Jack’s eyes should be, accompanied by the dark gray skin of his face. He genuinely thought they were gloves until he came in and saw him without the hoodie.

“Okay, gotta admit, haven’t seen that one before- Wait a fucking minute. You were operating on me without fucking eyes?!”

Michael exclaimed in horror, realizing that he had been subject to a blind surgeon.

“Yes.”

Michael cringed in horror, grumbling to himself about almost dying. He leaned forward, wanting to see what that black liquid pouring out of Jack’s eyes was. He went to touch it when Jack’s clawed hand snapped around his wrist, his face hardening.

“I can still see you, Michael, just not in the traditional sense. Don’t touch that.”

That comforted Michael slightly. At least Jack wasn’t just prodding at his organs at random, hoping to hit what he was aiming for. However, the clawed hand holding his wrist did make him a bit nervous. He felt his face warm as he took in how close to his face Jack was, and he leaned back a bit.

“Got it, my bad.”

Jack let out a quiet grunt in response.

“It’s getting late. We should get some rest.”

“Right, sure.”

As Jack turned off the lamp he was using to read, Michael climbed into bed, shuffling his legs to get under the blankets. The two laid in bed for a moment, silence enveloping them like a set of wings. Jack laid on his side, back facing Michael as he focused on trying to sleep.

“So, do you use like echolocation or-”

“Go to sleep, Michael.”