All of what happens, tonight is where it ends [OPEN]

[youdiedagain]

WHO: Sissel and YOU

WHERE: Alpha Trion Quadrant, by the graveyard

WHEN Christmas Eve

WHAT: Sissel makes/visits his own grave for the anniversary of his death.

WARNINGS: None I don't think...

Alpha Trion's quadrant was definitely peaceful enough to have a cemetery.  It was fitting.  The lake was a nice 'view' for those at rest, it had an attractive landscape, and it seemed to be the one place everyone could come to think.  Sissel was starting to find that out now.  He walked towards the gravestones, holding something in his hands.  Upon closer inspection, it seemed to be a large rock, not as large as the ones that served as gravestones, but enough for it to work.

Work for what, you ask?  Well, he finds an 'open plot', and sets it down (I guess ghosts are pretty strong), making sure it's facing the same way as the others.  When he steps away, it reveals itself to be a headstone itself...

Sissel.

That was all it said. After all, he didn't have a date of his birth or anything. Just that he died on this day.  With that, he takes a seat, looking at it for a long while, as if he could make something come of it if he concentrated hard enough.  He had all day, after all.  It was HIS anniversary. 


And if he had one Christmas wish, it'd be to remember...anything.

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[youdiedagain]

The voice is instantly recognizable, and Sissel doesn't even flinch when he hears it, more calmly looking up at the bot, his blue eyes almost...sad. Sissel wasn't one to really express any drastic emotions, but it's obvious to see that there's something eating at him. But he didn't want Dead End to know that. He'd noticed how the bot had worried about him. No need to add to that plate.

"Dead End. What brings you here?"

[dinnerdate]

Sissel doesn't look good - more so than before. The hole is still there sure, and it does bother him that it is, but something else is wrong. Even he can see that much.

"Just planning the best way to avoid that Santa creature." Something that can wait until after he's had a talk with his human.

"Is something wrong?"

Sissel may not want to worry him, but even without saying anything, Dead End's already concerned.

[youdiedagain]

"Santa creature...can't say I've heard of it." He tries to smirk, leaning back on his hands. "Care to share with the class?"

And at that question...his face drops.

"It's just...I think it's the anniversary of my death. If you can call it that."

[dinnerdate]

Dead End nods, "He leaves coal bombs and horrible things for those who have been naughty."

That's what he was told, and he'd rather prepare for that than believe the whole 'oh I was only joking' bit of that conversation. Until he's perfect looking he doesn't want to die. He doesn't really want to die in general either.

"It's what?"

If his wings could drop any further without breaking off, they would. Sissel died today?

"Oh... are you going to be okay?"

Can he do anything?

[youdiedagain]

...Well, that certainly was an interesting...guy. Sounds like someone who could use a little lesson in what 'tough love' really is, but he won't question.

"Well, I told you I'm dead, right? I think today's the day I died. I heard something about Christmas back home..."


He laughs slightly.

"Don't worry about me, if anything, it's a bit uplifting."

[dinnerdate]

"Are you sure?"

Doesn't matter if Sissel was dead or not, having to remember that probably sucked. Especially since Sissel didn't remember much as it was.

"How is it uplifting?" He doesn't understand, but what he does understand is he needs to scoop up the human and hold him for a bit.

He's not going to let Sissel dwell on his death, he knows too much what it's like to dwell on things.

[youdiedagain]

He doesn't mind being scooped up, and even instinctively leans back into those hands, continuing to look at the gravestone.

"It means I technically survived the night of my death, doesn't it?"

He'll try not to dwell on it. But it's always hard. Especially when it feels so fresh in your mind.

[dinnerdate]

"I'm not sure how ghosts can survive, Sissel."

They're kind of already dead and everything. Not that he's trying to put the guy down, quite the opposite really, he doesn't want Sissel upset.

Actually taking Sissel out of the graveyard would probably keep him from dwelling.

"We're going for a drive."

He sets Sissel down and transformers, opening his side door.

[youdiedagain]

"Well, more like survived the night before I cease to exist, remember?"

That does get a smile out of him, though. Leave it to Dead End to cheer him up. What with Dead's own self esteem issues.

But his face changes at the proposition of a drive.

"Really?" Not that he really wastes time, climbing in.

[dinnerdate]

That's the thing with self esteem issues - the self part. Sure he isn't one to help people normally, he's a con after all, but if he likes you? He can set aside some of his broodyness and help a friend out.

Friends are so rare after all.

"But you're not going to stop existing, not here."

The door shuts and Dead End begins to drive off. He'll take Sissel for a nice drive.

"You look like you could use something else to think about."

[youdiedagain]

And that's why Sissel has your back too, Dead End. Someone's got to keep an eye out for you if you don't do it yourself. To him, size doesn't even matter.

"That's true. As long as I'm here, I'm sticking around."

He leans back in that seat, making himself comfortable as he watches the land pass by.

"So this Santa guy..."

[dinnerdate]

"And you're going to stay here, I'll make sure if it."

Or he'll do his best to make sure Sissel sticks around. It's not much, but it's something and he doesn't see the Autobots looking out for him like they do the rest of the humans.

Right. Santa.

"He's to be avoided at all costs. Supposed to come sometime tonight, and if you stay indoors with your door locked you'll be safe. Or so I was told."

Always better safe than sorry.

"You should stay with me, just to make sure nothing happens to you. You are a lot smaller after all, Sissel."

[youdiedagain]

That's immensely comforting, Dead End, and he pats the dashboard to show that. Having a robot guardian? Not the worst thing in the world. And...well, he'd protect him.

"Huh. Can't say I've heard of him. But if he's dangerous, I appreciate the extra layer of protection."

He laughs.

"If you're sure."

He...sort of wants to see this Santa.

[dinnerdate]

He doesn't blame Sissel for not knowing the creature, even if it was apparently a human thing and he was human. Sissel didn't remember everything, and that was that. If it was important things like this, he's let him know, and he'd help the guy find things that he liked and simply didn't remember that he did.

"I'm sure. You've got a big enough hole in you already. You don't need more."

In other words, Dead End really doesn't want to see him with more.

[youdiedagain]

His eyes look down at the hole, hand circling around it. It..didn't hurt. But he wondered if maybe it should have.

"Yeah I'll fall apart if I get any more. That wouldn't be too efficient."

He gets that vibe, but he won't point it out. Dead End doesn't need that revealed.

[dinnerdate]

Dead End's speed slows as Sissel mentions falling apart. Falling apart is not good, and even if Sissel wouldn't die from it he needs a body.

Sure if it ever happened he could offer his pal a home in his tire until they could get him a new body, but he didn't actually want to do that unless necessary. It still felt a bit weird at times.

"Yeah... Try not to fall apart anytime soon, okay?"

[youdiedagain]

He notices Dead End slowing down, looking out the window to make sure it wasn't him going crazy. But when the bot says that...he can't help but smile a bit.

"Don't worry, I'm not that easy to take down."

[dinnerdate]

"You're not, I know that... But what about that body of yours?"

It already has the hole in it, that isn't fixed yet. Sissel did have a point that if he got more he likely would fall apart. He wasn't all that big to begin with, so the only way he wouldn't was if the holes were small. And considering the size of just about everyone else on the planet, small wasn't going to happen.

[youdiedagain]

"I'll take good care of it, Dead End. Don't worry..."

That body slumped back into the seat, rubbing along it almost fondly. Yeah, size difference was an issue. But Sissel wasn't really afraid of anyone here. What did he have to fear?

He'd find a way around it.

[dinnerdate]

The speed picks back up, albeit slowly, but it does pick up.

"Yeah... Yeah."

But he has to worry, it's not exactly something he can help. Humans were small and squishy, and even if Sissel was dead and didn't really have a human body, he was still far more fragile than a Cybertronian.

"If... If I don't worry about you, who will?"

[youdiedagain]

It's funny, Sissel's memory's probably fading on this, but he doesn't remember anyone actually...caring for his well-being. Not that there was anything wrong with that. He didn't expect people to worry about a ghost, but...actually getting that kind of a reaction seems surprising.

"You really want to?"

[dinnerdate]

If he could nod as a car he would, as it is he'll have to answer the question verbally.

"You're looking out for me... And you did say I'm the only one that really notices you."

And Sissel did still have that hole in him. A hole that should have been fixed the day he got it. If he knew what he was doing, he'd have fixed it himself.

"You're not really looking out for yourself either."

[youdiedagain]

A hand goes to his forehead and scrubs down his face. Dead End had a point...out of everyone, the bot was the one who really...paid attention to him. It was a nice change of pace, having someone look out for you. When back home you were the one who had to save people. When it was your call on if someone lived or died.

This...this took the weight off him slightly.

"I guess I'm just not used to keeping myself together."

[dinnerdate]

"I'd like it if you did. Especially when inside me."

He wants to keep Sissel in one piece. He wants to keep him alive, or well alive as a dead person can be. He'd like to see him keep the body he had, and not loose it to something stupid. Or something that could be prevented.

It's been a long time since he's had friends like Sissel. He knows life won't let him keep good things for long, but while he has them he'd like to keep them.

For as long as possible.

"So, where do you want to drive to?"

[youdiedagain]

"I can't refuse a request like that, then. Especially from a friend."

His hand reaches out and pats the dashboard, finally snuggling into that seat. It was warm in here. Inviting... It'd been awhile since he felt like this. Usually everything was so cold.

"Anywhere's fine with me. How about where you want this time?"