Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters or elements in this story that appear in the film "Repo! The Genetic Opera".
A/N: This piece - and others in this collection - are from drabble/one-shot prompts I've received on my Amber Sweet RP blog. Unless otherwise noted, assume all pieces are unconnected.
Summary: Amber stumbles across a crying GraveRobber.
Amber stared at GraveRobber, dumbfounded. She'd known him for years – what felt like a whole lifetime – but never once had she seen him lose composure. He was almost unrecognizable when in tears. His large frame seemed somehow shrunken; his wild hair, limp. She didn't think he noticed her; otherwise he probably would have stopped crying by now and told her to fuck off.
And for a moment, she thought about doing just that. Leaving him alone before he told her to do so.
But the man was her dealer. He'd seen her through some rough times – often without asking for much more than a bit of cash here, a quick fuck there, which was less than most people asked of her. And he did so much for her. Supplied her Z, never let her die in a back alley, kept his other clients from running their filthy paws on her, put her first… Maybe she could return the favor. Amber crouched down on the pavement beside him. It was filthy and she could feel the grime brush her skin. She gritted her teeth.
For once, this isn't about you, she reminded herself. GraveRobber was the closest thing to a friend or a lover she had in the whole damn city. And even though she didn't always like him, she couldn't help but be attached. Just a little.
"You're lucky I'm the one who found you," she said. Her voice was as close to soothing as she'd ever heard it. Gingerly, one hand stroked at GraveRobber's matted hair, the way her mother used to stroke her hair when she cried. It had been so long; Amber was surprised she remembered how people comforted each other. "You look like shit when you cry."
A/N: This piece was written as a response to one of my RP partners' prompts: weirdlittlefamilyofrp.