#flute-player-flicker

[theseturquoisewishes]

Turkesa took a deep breath, normally they say doing such can calm your nerves, but it didn’t seem to be helping right now. He didn’t know why he was so... awkward and shy around this person, and to be honest; he still wasn’t sure what exacy his feelings were in relation to his companion, but he made a promise to go out, and while he might be a week late —not his fault—, here he is.

A gentle knock was made on the door.

“Hey Flicker? Are you in here?”

@flute-player-flicker

[theseturquoisewishes]

@hopesofgold @flute-player-flicker

Turkesa sighed as he looked at his two friends, the curiosity (and part confusion) clear on his face.

“You know what I’ve noticed? The three of us haven’t exactly hanged out together... like-, at all now that I think about it.... That needs to change... what do you guys say?”

[theseturquoisewishes]

Turk! How could you do that to Flicker?

“Woah wait, what? What did I do to Flicker? I didn’t do anything bad… did I?”

@flute-player-flicker

“Flicker I didn’t do anything bad to you did I? If I did then I’m sorry.”

[theseturquoisewishes]

Skull symbol (discovering dead body) for Flicker.

Footsteps rang through the hallway, Turkesa sprinting as fast as his feet could take him, he could feel the mechanical limbs malfunctioning ever so slightly from the impact against the floor. But none of that mattered, he could feel the cuts, stab wounds, and gashes in his body scream at him for moving despite the injuries, but none of that mattered. He could feel his heart and lungs burning and his left eye barely function from the tears that threatened to run down his face, but none of that mattered.

He was stupid, his decision was stupid, his reasoning was stupid. Turkesa had saw something that had piqued his curiosity while in the middle of a mission with Flicker; worried it might be something dangerous, Turk had sent his friend ahead while he checked it out.

He should’ve kept Flicker with him. He should’ve played it safer instead of quicker, he had realized this too late as the scream from a familiar voice reached his ears, leading him to the current moment. It was then a familiar color came into view, something too familiar. Turkesa came to a stop as everything in his body froze up, his expression wide-eyed and speechless. A small pool of blood surrounded the body, a deep stab wound in the center of the chest, the blood covered maroon armor letting Turkesa know who exactly this was.

There were no words spoken, no sounds made as tears began to fall and his left eye malfunctioned. Turkesa walked over to the body, gently lifting him with his psychokinesis before holding the now deceased flute player in his arms. He could only bare to look at Flicker’s sad broken state before hugging him tightly; the only sound audible being a few broken sounds originating from the psychokinetic. Once silence consumed the area, Turkesa began turning to leave, to head back to the Super Robot and forgo his mission which no longer mattered; the only thoughts going through the turquoise monkey’s mind was how terrified, how hurt Flicker must have been… how alone he must’ve felt.

How he should’ve been there for him.

He had done it again, he had let his curiosity control his decisions…

And as a result, he has once again lost someone he loved.

@flute-player-flicker

[theseturquoisewishes]

So after finding out Flicker also liked to cook, I figured these two would do this on occasion; hang out in the maroon monkey’s room looking at recipes and choosing what to try and cook.

@flute-player-flicker, would you be alright with this headcannon?