i’m feeling nostalgic about the mechs in this chili’s tonight, so i thought i’d reshare the gutwrenchingly sad fic i wrote in their honor 🫡
the rising of the moon (4544 words) by thereigatesquire
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: The Mechanisms (Band)
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: Major Character Death
Additional Tags: this is really sad tbh, so if you are desiring some catharsis get it here, Multi-Shot, Hopeful Ending, the toy soldier being emotionally intelligent
Summary:
They've lived so long together, perhaps it is only fitting they die alone.
having hamlet’s father being framed as a distant, terrifying figure who wasn’t a good father to hamlet when he was alive lets you do so much with the narrative because like… hamlet desperately fighting to win his father’s love even when his father is dead at the same time he’s begging for his mother’s love?? there’s so much there
Maybe the big things don’t matter. If all the twists and turns in the story always lead you to the same place, maybe none of it means anything at all.
But maybe it’s about the little things.
Maybe it’s about him breathing beside you in the pale dawn before someone knocks on the shatters
Maybe it’s about the suspense as the coin rotates in the air
Maybe it’s about the joy in his voice as he proclaims ‘heads!’ Yet again
Maybe it’s about standing close despite finding yourselves in an impossibly vast room
Maybe it’s about questions
Maybe it’s about the joy you both feel when you remember his name
Maybe it’s about when it’s instinctual
Maybe it’s about the direction of the wind
Maybe it’s about his arm around your shoulders as you realize it’s all coming to a dead stop
Or maybe, just maybe it’s about standing there together, side by side, shoulder to shoulder, matching ropes around your necks. The big things, the story itself might not matter, but maybe being together, being next to him, does.