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Fix My Mechanical Heart

Mark was startled by Kiora's voice, nearly falling off the couch as he looked over to the kitchen with a laugh. "You did it, huh? Congratulations!" he told her, standing up off the couch. "It's a good thing that you didn't burn anything."
 
Kiora smiled and nodded, taking the stuff off the stove top and onto a plate. There where a few black marks here and there on the bacon and a few darker eggs but that was beside the point.
 
Mark went to go and fix some of his own breakfast, scooping a few strips of bacon and one egg onto a plate of his own before taking it to the counter, waiting for Kiora to join him.
 
Mark took a bite into the bacon, humming contently and smiling at Kiora as he chewed on the piece in his mouth. Once he swallowed it, he commented, "This is pretty good."
 
"Hey!" Mark exclaimed, laughing before spearing one of Kiora's strips of bacon with his fork and biting into it with a satisfied grin.
 
Kiora smiled and took the end of his bacon strip and taking his also. She smiled and stuck on of his strips between her teeth, wiggling her eyebrows.
 
Mark raised an eyebrow, grinning at Kiora before leaning in and meeting with her lips while his teeth closed in around part of the strip, chewing it off and taking it in his mouth as he pulled away from her. He continued to smile at her while he chewed.
 
Mark chuckled. "Is that so?" he asked, before leaning in to briefly kiss her lips.
 
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Mark smiled at Kiora, shaking his head. "You're a sly girl," he whispered before cupping her cheek and leaning back in to press his lips against hers.
 
Mark held the kiss for a while, moving his lips gently against hers before pulling away and slowly opening his eyes. However, what he saw was not what he expected to see. Instead of Kiora, a pale-skinned Shirley was now sitting in front of him, two bruises on either side of her face with blood running down the bridge and opposite sides of her nose from a gash on her forehead. Widening his eyes in horror, Mark backed away from the image in front of him as two words passed through its lips in a whisper:


"Help me."
 
Kiora blinked at him. "Mark?" she said, getting up and walking towards him. She placed her hands on his shoulders and shook him. "Mark!" She said again.
 
Feeling himself being shaken by the shoulders, Mark blinked and Kiora came into focus once more, breathing heavily through his nose while he put a hand up to his head, looked at the floor and tried to figure out what the hell had just happened.
 
Slowly dropping his hand and calming his breathing, Mark looked back up at Kiora and nodded once. "Fine. I'm fine," he told her quietly.
 
Mark shook his head dismissively. "It was nothing. I'm alright." He didn't want Kiora worrying about him, at least not like this.
 

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