As suddenly as the jukebox had started, the music stopped abruptly, the neon lights instantaneously blanking. A baffled silence permeated the diner as every patron, including Tatsumi and Alister stared at the now lulled jukebox.
"The hell? The damn thing wasn't even plugged in.." Alister's words trailed, his eyes following the power cable for the jukebox, the plug sitting just half a foot before the outlet.
"Maybe there's a battery in there, and someone bumped it?" Tatsumi theorized.
"What makes you think a 60s jukebox runs on batteries?" Alister quickly retorted with a definite bite. He sat back down in front of Tatsumi, who hadn't risen an inch. For a few minutes, the two simply sat in silence as they finished their drinks. Alister was the first to continue their previous conversation.
"Like I was saying, I can't say I don't understand how you feel, I suppose, but the way you looked at me tells me you mean the word 'empty' in a more literal way." He said, giving Tatsumi a cursory glance as Alister was still very much focused on the jukebox.
"I just.. don't tend to feel much of anything anymore." Tatsumi uttered in a somewhat hesitant fashion. He had never expressed how he felt in words to anyone, and it was strangely hard to say what his brain was telling him to. Tatsumi's eyes had again faded when he said this, but this time he was glancing at Alister's left hand, which was resting on the table. Tatsumi could clearly see an ethereal sight before him; from his index finger, Alister appeared to have a ghostly translucent silver strand trailing across the table and onto the floor, leading to the jukebox, before fading into nothingness at the base of the machine. Tatsumi attempted to say something at the sight, but quickly retracted his words as his eyes came back to their familiar cerulean, and the string faded.
Reality isn't what it seems for the people of Monos. And a plot that will destroy the world as they know it isn't helping. Meet The Catalyst, The Spade, The Star, and The Moon.
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