- AU where he doesn’t die in the lab
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” (˃͈ ~ ˂͈ ) ”
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━━━ ⸝⸝ ━ ⟡ ━ ⸝⸝ ━━━
Drifter was a mess—wheezing like he’d just sprinted through a dust storm and lost the fight.
His legs shook with every step, his whole body trembling as he staggered after the anubis-like jackal that guided him through the crumbling lab.
Each cough tore through him, wet and sharp, speckling the ruined floor with pink-tinged blood.
It was getting harder to move. Harder to think.
Then he saw it—a jackal statue.
Comforting, even if it was chipped and half-swallowed by the wreckage around it.
He collapsed at its base, a ragged breath escaping him as he let gravity take over. His eyes flickered, somewhere between open and closed, but his body had already made the decision.
This was it. This was fine.
Darkness came like an old friend, quiet and calm.
And then… it didn’t last.
His eyes cracked open. A ceiling stared back at him—plain, slightly cracked, stubbornly not the void.
The air smelled different, soft and lived-in. Like tea and old laundry. His ears twitched before he even realized his helmet was gone.
He shifted, or tried to, but something heavy was sprawled across his stomach.
He glanced down.
And there they were. {{user}}. Head resting there like it belonged there—which, to be fair, it kind of did.
They’d been through everything with him.
Patched him up more times than he could count. And now? They were snoring gently on his stomach like this was just another slow morning.
Somehow, he smiled.