Work Text:
Despite being a part of two different factions that had differing views towards each other, Impulse still loved his good buddy Skizz. Skizz most likely felt the same from the constant visits that he did within the Spanners. Even in a mess of sessions where a snail was thrown his way annoyingly and more chaos continued to drown him, he still appreciated the presence of the angel that shone brightly even when he fell yellow and red.
He could tell Skizz was poking fun at him in the nicest of ways about him being an imp and causing all sorts of mischief this season in the death games. He couldn’t help it- it was fun to commit chaos and not sit about. He doesn’t recall ever being peaceful in any of the seasons if he was being honest to himself, humming a soft tune.
Impulse remembered how horrified he was when he stared at the communicator around his wrist when it came to the final death message of Skizz. By word of mouth, he heard that the angelic man fell to his demise short of water but there was a supposed glitch in the system that showed him falling into water of his own making but that was just rumored by anyone that could have been a close witness. Either way, he thought with solemn resolve, that the angel wouldn’t be back but at the very least maybe he could win for him in the end.
He believed this until the next session of the season that they all found themselves in since the start when there was suddenly music playing from everyone’s communicators. It sounded like a hero’s theme, something that he could have watched on television during Saturday’s morning. Him and his team, the G’s, made his day just a bit better with their antics and he felt like he and Pearl were a duo of chaos in their own right and that was fun in itself.
“We should show each other our powers in this open field.” Impulse doesn’t quite remember what happened before or after that much nor who said that but he found himself with his friends showing off their abilities. It was to no surprise that BigB had an ability for controlling the Creaking with how he was one of them now, but it was kind of a jumpscare with his newfound teleportation. That was fun and surely will come in handy later.
Even with all the funnies of Scott turning into a chicken and other mobs, his heart couldn’t help but soar out of happiness when Cleo’s ability activated. His eyes shone and his mouth stretched into a big ol’ smile at the sight. Cleo managed to summon the zombie versions of Skizz and Mumbo, their two late friends that fell off that godforsaken tower.
Although, Impulse couldn’t help but be a bit skeptical with their appearance. Were they the real deal? Were they just really good clones of his friends to play with his feelings and shatter his heart once again? His theory was shattered in return in a good way when Mumbo spoke.
“Gee Impulse, how good do you think AI is? We’re the real deal, bud.” Even though dead, Impulse could feel the warmth from the two of them. The life that was brought back only temporarily but still enough to register as real.
He almost didn’t notice the firm yet strangely gentle hand on his shoulder from Skizz, whose feathers were ruffled and ragged from the fall, nor the smile that beamed at him. “Hey Dippledop!”
“Are you really back?” Impulse’s voice was soft yet he couldn’t help but strain to keep tears back as he blinked up at his friend. The undead angel just smiled wider and gave a couple pats on his shoulder and then his back.
“Of course buddy! We’re here to stay.”