Something from Royalty AU? Or something about from Richas’ other dads’ perspective in BD. Like, a day in the life of Tazercraft or whatever the heck Forever does instead of getting a job *coughflirtingwithvariousrichmencough*
Set between chapters 9 and 10 of Breaking Dawn.
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It's Friday night, which means it's time to go digging again.
Ugh.
"I don't see why we can't just get Cell to get us someone," Pac grumps. He slumps in his seat with his arms crossed, the seatbelt digging into his neck uncomfortably. "That's gotta be easier than digging someone up once a week."
Mike just kind of shrugs in response. He's driving, so Pac respects his decision not to start gesturing around like a crazy person like he normally does when they have this kind of argument.
"What, do you want to break his therapy?" Mike asks. He shakes his head. "It's easier just to get somebody on our own."
"I'm just saying that we have our own personal serial killer and we aren't even using him."
"You're way too casual saying that. Show some respect."
"Says the guy about to experiment on a dead body."
Mike, wisely, shuts up.
Content, Pac snuggles into his seat and watches the trees fly by outside. In a week, he and Mike and Forever and... well, just the three of them now, he supposes, will be out there. It's exciting, but, man, he's starting to get sick of it.
Their usual graveyard has been compromised by that freaky weird bear-looking guy setting up its ice cream truck across the street (which has to be bad for customers, by the way), so now they have to drive all the way across the island just to dig up a corpse, which is so annoying.
By the time they make it to their grave of choice, the moon is high in the sky, and it's making Pac's skin itchy. He can feel the full moon creeping up on him, fun!
Pac, of course, is doing most of the digging. Mike's more of a scientist than a graverobber, and Pac's always happy to get a workout in.
Mike is on a nearby bench scrolling through his notes on his tablet.
"He should have the adrenaline levels we need..." he muses.
Pac hits the coffin with his shovel. Bingo.
He clambers out of the grave and waves Mike over for an inspection. Mike comes, and he looks down at the body as Pac lifts the coffin's lid with expert precision.
"This isn't him," Mike eventually says.
Pac lets the coffin fall shut. "What?"
"Wrong grave. This guy died of natural causes."
Pac groans. They don't want that. They need someone who died young and healthy for their, like, health juices or whatever.
(He's an engineer, he doesn't really get the biology bits. That's Mike's job.)
"Alright," Pac sighs. He reaches a hand out of the grave, and Mike takes it and pulls him up. "Find the right guy, I'm gonna fill this in."
Man, who knew finding the secret of life would be this much hard work? It almost makes Pac wish they stuck with finding a cure to lycanthropy, this is just too much.
What the fuck are the Moços doing holy fucking shit
