Destiny 2 Shorts
"Comic Relief is a Joke, the Irony is Lost on me"
âIâm getting real tired of your bullshit, Ghost,â Sal spit out, the clang! of metal on metal resounding through the warehouse-like room. If the ball of bolts and magical-whatever-the-fuck didn't knock it off, he'd be splattered across the room's floor next. Honestly it was just some old hangar Sal had managed to fall into underneath the Cosmodomeâs main building(s) during one of his âmissions'' from the other week. In all honesty theyâd just been attempting to scope out more materials for the project they were working on, but things never go to plan the way theyâre meant to. However, that âside-questâ had been productive, because now Salmonella was in a large open room with only one entrance that dualed as the exit.Â
Itâs been where heâs stowed himself away for probably Way Too Long at this point, but Sal was close to finishing up the little science project theyâd been working on. It was a much smaller scale model of what he was intending to fully create, but so far everything had been working reasonably well, if you ignored the damages splotted around the lot.
âYou really arenât gonna do shit? Weâre almost done here, but everything would be finished quicker if you just,,â Salmonella trailed off, distracted from the sudden wire-gore that had just sprung from a smaller opening in the panel heâd been trying to shove closed.
âNo. Of course Iâm not. It isnât my place,â Salâs Ghost trilled, flitting over to the small table full of notes and faded, glitching holos. The Guardian waved a hand absentmindedly over his shoulder, causing the Ghostâs oculus to flash in distaste. The little thing was so pissed off, but the disgustingly impressive state of Salâs newest workspace was quelling the pit of anger a little. Just a⌠little.Â
âI donât understand it. You can keep doing this, but Iâve already told you, your Light doesnâtâ Traveler above, it doesnât work, Sal.â Salmonella paused, the gun leaning haphazardly against the Warlockâs shoulder, chest, and leg. It was a different handgun that they were using this time, a random hand cannon heâd remembered to change the coloring of to match his (now stained) armoring. A gunshot rang out and Salâs Ghost didnât bother getting any nearer to whatever the fuck was going on over there.
âI think⌠I just need more of myself. Iâd gladly use you but I donât think itâd benefit either one of us. And Iâm positive youâd whine about shit if I even tried to ask for volunteers for thi-â Salâs Ghost started whirring again, his eye now looking right into Salâs. The two stared at each other for a few beats before Salmonella extended his arm (or what was left of it) using their free hand with a yawn. When their Ghost didnât move an inch, Sal groaned and bonked his head against the wobbly table.
âFuck you, you know it really hurts! Iâll stop being fucking- fuckingâ! Ohmyshit please justâ I wouldnât use any of them! Come on, come on! Iâm sorry!â Sal whined, groaning into the table for good measure. His voice was rising as the facade of the wound not being painful was getting too difficult to keep up. The Ghost didnât move or say anything either, and Sal had a sneaking suspicion itâd picked that up from DDoS. Bastard.
âNeomphyte, please,â Sal crooned softly, nudging his arm towards the Ghost a little more. If they could cry, Sal would probably be close to a mumbling and teary-eyed heap.
âYou would think that youâd understand what Iâm trying to tell you, but someone doesnât view me as their equal. Why do you resent me, Guardian? Iâm only here to help you accomplish what we were meant to do. I didnât ask for you, just as you did not ask for me. We are bonded, youâre mine just as I am yours, but you areâ Itâs difficult to keep you alive if you keep blowing off your arms and legs and head andââ Neomphyte ranted in a surprisingly steady stream of word vomit (as that was all it was to Sal), the occasional humming of what sounded like struggling machinery swelling up now and again. Neomphyte trailed off after ripping into the Warlock a little more, the two falling into silence with the occasional break from some busted pipe dripping something liquidy onto the floor.
Salmonella didnât say anything for a long moment, but moved his arm about slowly once the Ghost was finished patching him up. Salâs facial structure looked as schooled as ever when it was just him and Neomphyte together, but the soft âThank you,â had the literal ball of Light brightening just a bit. Sure, he didnât expect Sal to fall to his knees in thanks, or to even acknowledge anything theyâd told the Exo, but that was enough. It was quite an improvement from their first days together, anyway. Maybe the bar was a little bit low, but regardlessâÂ
âStop bouncing around like that, youâre getting in my way,â Sal murmured, looking back at the work before him. The panel had been fixed, but the chunk of arm that had been blasted away had gotten its wetness all over Sal, the desk-table, and his littler notes.Â
âHow are we going to get one of those Fallen in here? Any ideas?â Sal asked casually, to which Neomphyte immediately blurted out a couple of ideas before freezing. Heâd been so excited to interact in a non-hostile way with Sal to keep the tension down in the god-forsaken room that the poor Ghost had sort of piped in too quickly. Salmonella wouldnât really use the Fallen for any sort ofâ of nefarious purposes, soâÂ
Neomphyte was really grasping at straws. Of course Sal wouldnât use anything for something evil. He was too stupid for that, but it could prove to be dangerous for unsuspecting other persons who-Â
âNeomphyte?â
â...Yes? What is it?â The Ghost couldnât help but shudder at the sudden near-warmth thatâd come from Sal. It was frankly unnerving. And potentially beginning to get on its last fucking nerve. The switches between âintenseâ and ânormalâ tones in their conversations with their Guardian was getting tiring.
âThank you. For everything! Honestly, I couldnât do any of this without you.â
Yeah. Something was probably wrong with that, if the sinking feeling of dread that was encompassing Neomphyteâs whole form was anything to go by.Â
Author's Notes
ghost name ghost name guess who's ghost's name was revealed
its funny bc its a play on neophyte but only in the religious context and and andandnanditsfunnybecausesothatmea- //gets gagged and shot