I don't own Repo The Genetic Opera or any of its characters.

Note: this is a series of One-Shots right after the Opera at the end of the movie. Each chapter is it's own One-Shot for each main character, anyone who would've been hit hard by the events at the Opera. This is on terms with my Repo prequel: Building A Bloodbath which will lead up to the Opera and my Repo sequel "GeneCo:Sustaining the Genetic Opera" which begins a matter of weeks after this One-Shot ends.

A few of my O/C's that are important or merely just present in my prequel and sequel are involved in this story. Owen, Lisa, Jen, and Sean.

It isn't essential that you read this for my prequel or sequel, this is just something I thought I'd have some fun with. Each chapter will be titled by the character it's showing you, so if it's a character you don't care to read about you can skip it.

Please leave me a review for each chapter you do read. Enjoy.

Dealing With The Mess

Shilo's Story

The car door was opened for her but she didn't get up. She was breathing slow, trying to keep control of herself, trying to ignore the blood that covered her. She barely remembered getting into the car, all she could see in her head was her father. Memories constantly flashing through her mind, all continuously leading up to her holding his limp body while everyone just watched.

A hand appeared just outside the door and she shakily, slowly grabbed it. The old man who'd driven her home helped her out of the car. He didn't say anything but gave her hand a reassuring squeeze before shutting the car door and walking back to the driver's side.

She didn't look at him, she just walked through the gate, to the front door, and into the house in a daze. She wasn't sure how she hadn't gone into hysterics yet but was grateful for it, she could feel it coming close, nearing explosion an of grief. She wandered upstairs and into her bathroom, not noticing the blood covering her anymore but subconsciously aching to get it off.

Stripping out of her dress, she turned on the hot water in her shower. Before stepping in, she looked down at the dress and suddenly felt another pound of grief at the fact that it used to be her mother's. At least that's what Rotti Largo had told her. He was probably telling the truth but now she wasn't sure if she believed anything he'd told her, then she suddenly didn't care anymore. None of what he'd said mattered now.

She took off her blood caked wig and tossed it onto the floor as well. Stepping into the shower, she felt her skin breath in relief as the drying blood was slowly washed away. After using soap and scrubbing it all off, wishing she could scrub the whole night into nonexistance, she just stood under the water.

After a little while, she turned the water off and got out of the shower, wrapping a towel around herself. Once back in her bedroom, she slipped into her nightgown. Looking over at her door, she didn't like that it was open. She knew she wouldn't be able to sleep like that.

Walking over to it, she stopped. The thought crossed her mind that it should also be locked but she didn't have the keys. They'd be in her father's room. Without thinking about it much, she walked down the hall and to his bedroom. She'd hadn't been in it since she was younger and would have nightmares.

Opening the door, she walked in. It hadn't changed at all. She refused to let herself look around, trying all she could to not break down. The keys were sitting on his bedside table and she walked over to them. As she reached out to grab them, logic suddenly spoke up.

Why the hell would I need to lock my door? What am I doing? rang out the voice in the back of her mind. She shook her head and took her hand back.

Then, without seemingly any conscious decision to do such, she grabbed his pillow off his neatly made bed and walked out, shutting his door behind her. She briskly walked back to her room and merely shut the door behind herself.

Going over to her messy bed, she lay down, exchanging her pillow with his. She left the light on and just lay there.

Her first inhale was what undid all her self control. She breathed in through her nose deeply and could smell nothing but her father on that pillow. Her breath caught in her chest and tears spilled out of her eyes as though a dam had been busted open.

Sobs began to shake her whole body and she clutched that pillow as if her life depended upon it.

"Daddy you can't be gone, you can't. I need you, you can't." she rambled, wondering if it was possible for a heart to physically break.

After what felt like hours, her eyes dried up and her head began to throb. She sniffled and slowly got out of her bed, still clutching the pillow. Shuffling out of her room and back down the hall, she entered her father's room again and went over to his bed.

She pulled back the blanket on his side, instead of the side she slept on when she'd had a nightmare, and got into the bed. Pulling his blankets up to her chin like a little kid, she breathed in the mix of smells she'd always associate with him.

His natural scent, along with the distant smell of shaving cream in the bathroom, the deodorant he'd wear, the bourban she'd sometimes smell on his breath, the scent of the shampoo he used. What made her heart ache the most at the moment, was that she could still smell the cologne he'd sprayed on himself that morning as it lingered in the room. It was strong enough that combined with her longing for him to still be there, she could close her eyes and imagine he was in the room.

Closing her eyes, she allowed her imagination to calm her into believing he was there. She felt the pain in her heart become distant and the throbbing in her head begin to stop. She imagined he was sitting on the side of the bed and caressing her cheek the way he used to to help her calm down and fall back asleep.

The loss in her heart and her grief made it almost feel as if his hand truly was gently touching her face again. With these calming, reassuring imaginations and memories, she slowly drifted off to sleep. Her dreams slowly evolved through memories, to past dreams, to new nightmares.

Starting with her spending time with him doing different things. Watching a movie together, to enjoying cake on her birthday, to him telling her stories of good times with her mother, to him gently singing to her to help her sleep when she was a toddler.

The memories then switched to dreams she used to have. Her mother was still alive and had always been with them. They were all together, smiling, laughing, and no one was sick or infected with anything. Her father never looked sad or tired and joked more, her mother sat with her and told her stories of when she was a baby. Both her parents showing her pictures of the past.

Then the dreams changed to new nightmares that poked at her bleeding, wounded heart. She was back at the opera again. Looking down, she saw her father bleeding out on the stage as he begged for help and the crowd laughed. Looking around she could see Rotti Largo on the ground dead but somehow speaking. He was insulting his sons and daughter and the crowd over there cheered him on.

Looking behind her Mag was still on the fence, blood pooling beneath her. Next to Mag was the wheelchair her father had been in, now her mother's dead body sat in it. Marni looked disappointed.

"Look what you've done." said dead Marni.

She looked away, back down to her father.

"Didn't I tell you not to go out, didn't I?" he asked, just as he had earlier that night.

"You did, you did." she found herself replying.

"Didn't I say the world is cruel, didn't I?"

"You did, you did."

"Then tell me, why you did this. Why you did. Why you had to abandon me, Shi?"

"I didn't. Daddy, please, I didn't." she cried.

"You'd rather have a monster than a father, you'd leave me to the man who took your mother."

"No, Daddy, no."

"You'd give your heart to a man who hates his own children rather than the father who gave you his own heart."

"No, Daddy, never!"

"You lie." snarled her father, as his face slowly changed. He was no longer Nathan, he was Rotti, chuckling cruelly.

"Love me Shilo, let me use you." said Rotti.

"NO!" she screamed, backing away. She slammed into someone and spun around, screaming again at the sight. It was Pavi Largo but his stolen face looked inside out, raw, blood dripping off of it. She backed away from him, startled by what seemed to be total grief in his eyes, and spun around again.

This time it was Amber, who shoved her.

"Looks like your singer is as washed up and useful as your mother now, Wallace. Friends together again." said Amber, an evil smirk on her face as she let out a chuckle that was exactly like Rotti's.

"Help, someone, help." muttered Shilo, turning around to try and run away from everything. She ran into someone else who grabbed her gently but shook her.

"How can I help you? What good can a monster do?" asked Luigi Largo, with sadness and shame on his face rather than fury. Shilo briefly wished there was something she could say to him to help take away his pain for some reason, then backed out of his grasp. She just wanted to leave, she didn't want to be here anymore.

He reached out and grasped her again, this time not letting her back away. She twisted and screamed until he shook her again.

"Shi, it's okay." said a soft voice she knew, she looked at Luigi except it wasn't Luigi anymore. It was her father. He wasn't wearing a Repo Man suit, he wasn't covered in blood nor was his face contorted in pain. He was giving her a reassuring smile.

They weren't on that stage anymore, they were in the living room of her house. She didn't notice this at all though as she nearly jumped into his arms. He held her tightly and kissed her forehead.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to." she cried against his chest.

"It's not your fault, Shilo. You didn't do this, don't you dare think that you did." he said, she could feel his chest rumble as he spoke.

"I love you Daddy."

"I know you do. I love you too, you're my world." he said. His big hand gently rubbed her back, for some reason it felt a little cold.

Her eyes barely opened, she was laying on her stomach and the blanket and moved around a bit. Reaching back to where his hand had been in the dream, she realised why it felt cold, the blanket had fallen off.

Half asleep, she rolled over, not noticing the open window, and fell back into her dream. She spent the rest of the night in a peaceful dream with her father that seemed so real. A dream where they talked, laughed, and said their goodbyes.

She could tell when she finally woke up the next day that she'd spend the rest of her life wondering if that was just a dream. Wondering if that was his final visit to her from the other side before he moved on to wherever he'd be spending eternity.