[SIDESTORY] Morbit Oneshots

[skinstealer]

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Fledgling - 2019
Ringor Mortis, Punch Clock Animal/General Morbit
No content warnings
Wax and Wane have an argument over their newest god.

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Your head is pounding, and you can tell they’re avoiding eye contact. You maintain your glare, crossing your arms as your partner squirms.

“Wane.”

They say nothing, humming quietly under their breath.

“Ignoring me isn’t going to help your argument. Quit acting like a child.”

They finally look at you, their eyes angry. “That’s a hell of a thing to say when you’re the one being so heartless.”

“I’m being practical, Wane! You- we, can’t do this. You can’t keep it.”

“Don’t call her that.” Their voice has an edge to it now, a growl sneaking in. 

“You cannot be serious right now.” You massage your temple, trying to process what could even bring them to such a stupid, dangerous idea. “No. Absolutely not. We are not keeping a horror.” 

“She’s completely inert!”

“And how can you be so sure? Do you know how disastrous it would be if a whole population mutated, just because of our careless negligence?”

They pale slightly, and turn away once more. A small pit of dread forms in your stomach that you can’t entirely pin down, the feeling of something wrong quickly replaced with surprise as they take a step towards you, posturing.

“I would never do such a thing, and how dare you even imply it- I love our people! And despite what you think, horrors are just as much our people as any of the other gods.”

“They aren’t even fully formed-”

“They’re children, Wax! Just children that we left to rot in the ground, giving up on them just because they’re unable to control their powers!”

“That’s oversimplifying things and you know it.”

“No, no it isn’t! We made them, we created them, the very first things we created with our own hands!”

“Mortals cannot exist alongside of them safely.”
“You don’t know that for sure.” 

“How- Wane, are you kidding me? We have piles upon piles of evidence towards it, we’ve seen entire populations fall, no, civilizations fall because of horrors! The sheer destruction they cause is something we cannot risk letting loose, let alone endorsing. Do you really think people won’t notice the similarities between it- her, and horrors?”

“She isn’t the first god to resemble one, there’s Anne from Luxson-”

“That isn’t the same.”

“Why not? She looks just like one, but she’s safe and beloved. No one protests her existence, or insists she has to be put back underground.”

“And you honestly think you can get this horror to that sort of status?”

“Not alone. Not without your help.”

“Wane…”

“We’re in this together, Wax, we always have been. You know that.”

Even if you had a reply to that, they barrel on before you can get it out.

“I want to raise her as a greater god, more than anything. If we can prove that horrors can be stabilized, that we can return them to their intended states without any radiation, we could do amazing things for our planet...and for the horrors themselves. They deserve so much better than to be crammed into the ground like they are now, and always have.”

You sigh, pressing your head into your hand. 

“Please. Please, Wax.”

“Fine. Fine, we’ll raise her as a god. But you can’t let her go alone- I’ll create a contrasting god just like we did for Rein and Spit, they’ll operate as a pair, and she’ll be watched over carefully. We aren’t letting her on her own until we know for sure that she’s safe, both for herself and others.”

“Deal!” 

Their face lights up, all signs of frustration gone. It’s almost like the argument never happened, a complete thing of the past. You can’t help but hate that feeling, but you’re used to it- they just don’t hold grudges like you’re prone to, and as soon as they get their way, everything’s fine again. 

“In the meantime, I suppose we can have Spit and Rein show her the ropes…”

“Oh, Spit’ll love that! She’s always wanted a new sibling, said so herself to me the other day.” 

They clasp their hands together, a wide grin spread across their face.

“This is going to be perfect, Wax! You won’t regret this, not one bit!”

You’ll have to see about that.