Careful not to give your favors

To your lonesome, fucked up neighbors.

This fic is heavily inspired by and is my own personal love letter to kel and lise's flesh mechanic: not an au. A fic that broke my brain and my heart, one that hasn't left my brain since I read it earlier this year.

There was a time where I'd written out an intro for this fic, far too early in the process, where I'd written that this wouldn't get as dark as flesh mechanic, but I'm not quite sure I can say that, now.

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Now, here's my long list of thank-you's because I feel like I have to. (And I want to.)

This fic wouldn't be quite as amazing if not for Jal, (other users), who created all of the art for this fic, and for that, I am so very grateful. It would not have that specific touch without it. Thank you so much. (Specific credits can be found here, so you can find what piece is by what person! Possible spoilers abound.)

And to Leaf. The one who has listened to me babble for HOURS about both this fic and the original flesh mechanic. Who has seen the trajectory of this fic change about a million times. Who could probably see into all of the ninja's heads in this messed up little world as well as I can, now. Now that this monster is done, we can get back to our regularly scheduled programming, yes?

THE Playlist

Flesh Mechanic - Placebo

Shake It - JC Chasez

Lie to Me - Depeche Mode

Bother - Corey Taylor

(If you can find it, the big twist lies somewhere within these songs. But why would I tell you that?)

I had one who sent me her heart in a Tupperware container.