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The final confrontation ends with a declaration in the dusky sky of Mataan, the lights below illuminate a showdown between a man reborn and a mechanical abomination.
“No one was going to accept me if they knew about my dad!” Faux screams into the night. “I had No Choice!”
Despite everything, he still wants his feelings known, fears, grievances, hurt, anger.
His face twisting into a harrowing wide eyed sweating mess, not composed enough to think of how he looks to anyone. He doesn’t care anymore. It doesn’t matter.
“Faux!” Felix calls bringing blue eyes to his attention. What comes next though.
“Just stop all this!”
“Why should I?!” Faux snarls at him bitterly. “Everyone knows my secret, I’d never be accepted! How would you know how that even feels?”
“I’ll accept you! ” Felix declares with his signature unwavering confidence.
“If you just stop all this.” He breathes. “Just listen, man.”
He finally whips off the Cyberhead, tossing it away into the abyss below. Revealing his face, which stops Faux in his tracks.
He’s no longer Red Felix, just… the Felix that Faux knew.
His messy brown hair hidden underneath his green beanie and familiar scruffy beard , his clear blue eyes.
His smile is sincere as always.
“Huh?” Faux blurts out, baffled. Felix takes advantage of the shock to boost forward hanging onto the head of the mechanical beast so he’s finally face to face with the blonde.
“I promise you, Faux. I’ll put you back together.” Felix puts his free hand behind Faux’s head, his fingers tangling in the wires and gently brings his forehead to his old friend’s. “And even if no one else accepts you, I will.”
Those words cut deep to the core.
The brunette laughs a bit. “I’ll even treat you to pizza, the sausage pizza you like so much from that old Italian lady in Versum Hill.”
Faux is silent for a long moment before Felix notices his lips quivering.
He hiccups, “Yeah, I’d like that. He says almost a whisper. “I’d like that, A lot.”
“…I trust you.” Faux says solemnly. His cheeks glisten in the moonlight. “Thank you, Felix.”
Felix looks at Faux’s serene smiling face encased in that giant mechanical shell, who now looks upon him with nothing but gratitude.
Faux’s gaze darts away when his eyes dampen, wishing his hands were smaller so he could scrub away his own tears.
Felix wipes his eyes for him.
The blonde feels the dark spots cloud his vision as Felix begins to undo wires attaching him to the machine.
“Good night, Faux.” He said, smoothing the other man’s blonde hair as he lost consciousness.
Felix wanted a soft rest for someone who knew the rougher edges of life.
The structure goes slack and crumbles, allowing Solace to wiggle free.
Catching Felix when it all comes crashing down because the brunette didn’t think ahead enough to get to solid ground before having that heart to heart.
Felix and his angel fan collide into the pavement following an unsteady landing, rolling a short distance before the pair are left panting on the ground.
When the others gathered around, they noticed the way Felix was clutching something to his chest.
On his back, Felix looks up to the relieved faces of his friends. They’re all congratulating him for putting a stop to the madness until he unfolds his arms and Tryce says.
“Aw hell naw, what is That?”
“It’s Faux.” Felix answers with a toothy grin. “I’m putting him back together.”
Sounds of disbelief and disapproval disperse around the former member of the Big 3.
Their leader knew that wouldn’t shake him though Felix was always so sure.
Tryce crossed his arms and shook his head. “What am I going to do with you, my man?”