A/N: A bit of a successor to my first Automata drabble set, Fragments of Feeling. Recommended (but not necessary) to check that out first. These drabbles were too fun to write, and so I finally gave in and started a new set.
This also will be starting as another set of alphabetical drabbles. However, if you want it to continue beyond 26 chapters, let me know.
Of Spare Parts (and their echoes)
[a]buse
It was always him who stopped breathing first.
She didn't know why (she knew why, it was her fault, her fingers around his neck, her black box striking his, her tears on his face) but he never made it through. He had always left her alone, alone, alone-
"Nines!" 2B cried, panting heavily, gears screeching at sudden movements.
Hands- not her own- flew to her face, brushing away tears too warm to be synthetic. "I'm here, I'm here," the boy murmured, touch reassuring, breath against her cheeks-
Neck unmarred. No handprints to stain patchwork android skin.
They were both still here.