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yoted-meister · 5 months ago
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Alright so the ‘tism is striking again and I’ve come up with an oc idea for a game I don’t have much knowledge in. I hope to make them as accurate as possible so feedback is appreciated!
(I attempted to make an official Urbanshade document for them here)
Lots of text alert below I did a lot of thinking for this but am officially quite satisfied with what I now have
Enoch Reed, Z-13-b, The Aquanaut:
Before conviction, Enoch would help around their home town with anyone that needed a hand and overall just was a great person. This helpful attitude attracted a bad group of people who threatened them into helping with their burglaries and small thefts.
This caught up to the group as the area grew more and more alert and in the end, all 5 were arrested on scene. After interrogations, police note Enoch as very compliant, confessing to just about everything, and offering convicting testimony about the whole group, granting them a reduced sentence, which they would serve in a separate prison to prevent potential retaliation from the other arrested members.
After Sebastian's breach and as a result, the loss of the Hadal Blacksite, Urbanshade gains interest in intentionally recreating Sebastian’s transformation in an attempt at pioneering a monster both fast and strong for use as an underwater aid including maintenance, pest control, and other such tasks as see fit. However, as a first precaution, they sought a prisoner who was willing to go through the experiments and would not object to the tasks given.
Upon obtaining info on Enoch, they were immediately proposed for the experiment and, once permission was granted, people were sent to give Enoch their offer. Enoch, while willing to help, was reluctant to sacrifice simply leaving on parole. This reluctance immediately vanished when informed the 4 others had broken out of prison.
Once taken back to one of Urbanshade's many docks, Enoch was promptly given LR-P status and a cell to wait in as preparations were made to begin the experiments.
The plan was to use some dna strands used in the original Z-13's experimentation, not just for their gills, but for some of their other traits, such as the sea snake's shape, great white shark's senses, blue whale's lungs and echolocation, female angler’s luminescent lure, silver spinyfin's darkvision and ability to see color at depths, and a “smasher” mantis shrimp's strength.
However, further dna was used in an attempt to further enhance Enoch such as the blue marlin's to copy it's tail and, in theory, its speed, alongside great indulgence into the whale shark's in an attempt to both allow buccal pumping to allow Enoch to sleep and be still underwater, as well as recreate blubber to allow stronger insulation and the ability for Enoch to potentially travel longer distances on less food, possibly permitting use in swift delivery of physical items between sites. As it was Sebastian's transformations that inspired the experiment, they chose to designate them as Z-13-b; and for the aquatic mastery they would hopefully obtain, they were also granted the codename: “The Aquanaut”
While the traits were successfully gained, some such as the mantis shrimp's punch at an albeit reduced potencies than expected, Z-13-b's human nose conflicted with the attempted acquisition of buccal pumping, and as a remedy, minute amounts of western clawed frog dna were used to replace their nose with that of an amphibian.
As a result of their mutations, The Aquanaut has gained a form similar to Z-13 with some differences naturally, such as a more oval head, having a messier hairstyle with a ponytail, and goggles resembling glasses(at Enoch's request), and some unnaturally, such as a lack of third arm. While still larger than a human, Z-13-b is smaller than Z-13 in an intended effort to increase speed by having a reduced mass while maintaining similar muscles. As a byproduct of the indulgence in whale shark dna alongside the blue whale, Z-13-b's scales have darkened and their skin has become a dark blue, slightly brighter on their face and chest, and their back to gain the white spots owned by whale sharks. Their eyes are a lighter yellow than their anglerfish lure and their tail fin is thinner, resembling that of a marlin's. Starting from their elbows, the back of their arms and hands are covered with calcified scales resembling that of their tail's that enhance the impact of blunt force from said regions, most likely obtained via mantis shrimp's dna.
Enoch's mutations were always painful, your very being being altered at the core would do that, and yet, the first alterations always left Enoch in awe. The tests that made sure the dna was applied successfully always passed and there was a sense of pride at the scientists' joy and excessive affirmations every time. But as their body changed more and more, they felt as though they were becoming less human.
It was easy to ignore with the gills or the senses and lungs, the arm scales were too, the lure was harder to ignore. The blue skin, missing nose, and eyes were…suppressible, but the tail was unignorable.
It was after they completed their final test and first official task, an under the table delivery from one dock to another, that they were up for consideration to become an MR-P; that they were given their collar.
“A specially designed PDG” they called it, after the actions of Z-13, the scientists wanted a failsafe to ensure their safety, and since Enoch didn’t need any diving gear, they created an alternative to give them.
While Enoch understood their reasoning, having your potential death always ready to execute you doesn’t do good for the nerves. The “good job, Enoch” and other affirmations given after they completed tasks went from just nice words to lifelines, proof they were doing things right and safe from being killed and discarded. Just because they didn’t SAY doing a bad job would kill them doesn’t mean they WONT, right?
Officially ranked MR-P, Enoch's range expanded to all nearby docks, no longer returning to their initial destination after completing objectives and now being sent between docks as required. Now integrated into and familiar to all nearby docks, tasks Enoch would be given ranged from important undersea transportation, inspection, retrieval, maintenance, or retrieval; to mundane reduction of local fish population(one of the few times they get to eat), and the application of blunt force to recreational televisions in an attempt to fix them(with a surprising 75% success rate). Positive affirmations are given after completion regardless of importance, it has almost felt like TOO much affirmation. This has continued to the present day, efforts have not been made to mass produce Z-13-b until reacquisition of the Hadal Blacksite for additional secrecy and potential, but likely impossible, experimentation in crossing the Veil of the Let-Vand zone.
In the present, Enoch is usually seen moving from one place of the docks to another due to there constant utilization. In the rare conversation, Enoch is usually timid and cautious when conversed with, often playing with their hands in silence and doing as they are told without question in an effort to ensure they don’t come off as hostile and have their collar detonated. The few who make efforts to befriend Enoch, however, find them to be a chipper and upbeat individual, enjoyable to be around. On their own, they sometimes talk to themself as they work and try to come up with a way to, at the very least, earn enough trust to have their collar removed.
Though it is known Z-13 is still alive in the Hadal Blacksite, Z-13-b has not (yet) been dispatched for objectives there to ensure they are not severely harmed or killed by the entities that roam it.
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z-13-b · 2 months ago
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Z-13-b: The Aquanaut
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This was commissioned by me, the author of this story is @pretzel-box, however they are no longer posting.
Sebastian hunched over his cramped workspace, the faint flicker of his angler bulb on his head casting sharp shadows across his face. His eyes narrowed in deep concentration as he worked on the broken shell of an old flashlight, the casing scratched and scarred from the past events. The air in his small shop was thick with the smell of metal filings and the faint, acrid tang of solder. Tools of all kinds—rusty screwdrivers, needle-nose pliers, and a small but well-worn soldering iron—were scattered around him like a makeshift nest. He muttered to himself, his voice low and gravelly, as he carefully adjusted the thin wires and delicate gears inside the flashlight, his long, nimble fingers moving with practiced precision.
Behind him, the metallic creak of the vent grated against the silence, but he didn’t react, too lost in the rhythm of his work to notice. The vent cover rattled slightly as it settled back into place, the sound quickly swallowed by the cluttered symphony of Sebastian’s workspace—the quiet hum of an old radio playing static, the faint hissing of a faulty pipe in the corner, and the occasional drip of condensation hitting the floor.
It wasn’t until the air shifted—cold and dry, as if someone had stepped out from the shadows—that he paused, feeling a presence lingering just behind him. He assumed it was another customer or one of the usual strays that wandered in from the abandoned corridors outside. Without bothering to look up, he spoke in a brusque, disinterested tone, his voice laced with the kind of impatience that only comes from years of being disturbed during a delicate task.
“Items are on my tail, as usual. Keycard’s on the table next to the radio,” he muttered, already turning back to the tangled mess of wires in his hand.
He didn’t spare a glance, fully absorbed in the task, not yet realizing that the figure standing there hadn’t moved, frozen in place like a statue carved out of darkness.
Enoch took in the scene with a sharp intake of breath, eyes flicking across the dimly lit space before settling on the familiar figure hunched over the cluttered workbench. For a moment, they could only stare, breath shallow and uneven, as they traced the curve of Sebastian’s tail, the way it curled protectively around the base of the stool. The soft, rhythmic flick of his hair, catching the scant light like the surface of water in the dark, sent a jolt of realization through them. Recognition hit like a tidal wave crashing against rock—this wasn’t just another mechanic hidden away in the dingy corners of Blackside. It was him.
Sebastian’s silhouette looked just like as it did in his file, hunched and focused, as though the weight of the entire world rested on his shoulders. For a split second, Enoch faltered, heart pounding violently in their chest as they wrestled with a decision that felt like standing at the edge of a cliff. Leave now, slip away before he had a chance to turn around? Or was it already too late? The thought twisted their stomach into knots, fear creeping up their spine like icy fingers.
The air felt thick and heavy as the realization settled in fully, a cold sweat breaking out along Enoch’s brow. Memories flashed in their mind—sharp, visceral images of Urbanshade’s stern expression, the darkened room filled with cigarette smoke, and the warning that had been delivered in a voice so low it made their skin crawl. Don’t engage. Don’t get involved. There will be consequences if they find out. The unspoken threat lingered, hanging in the air like the ghost of a noose, and they could almost feel the crushing weight of punishment waiting to strike at the slightest misstep.
Panic prickled at the edges of their resolve, making their hands tremble, but Enoch forced themselves to stay rooted to the spot, desperately trying to steady their breath. They couldn’t afford to give themselves away now, not when every second counted. Behind them, the quiet clinking of metal stopped abruptly. Sebastian’s hands had gone still, the silence growing thick and unsettling, pressing in on all sides. He was beginning to notice it—the lack of noise, the presence that felt like a shadow creeping closer. The air itself seemed to tighten, a taut string on the verge of snapping.
With an annoyed sigh, he turned around, his dark eyes narrowing as they landed on Enoch. His towering form, even in this cramped space, seemed to block any possible escape, the tail that draped lazily behind him now coiling slightly, a subtle movement that hinted at a readiness to strike if needed.
Enoch’s heart hammered against their ribs. The moment stretched, feeling like an eternity. Running wasn’t a real option—they knew all too well how fast Sebastian could move, how easily he could close the distance in the blink of an eye. Any attempt to flee would only confirm their intentions, make them look like an enemy.
So, they stayed rooted to the spot, forcing their expression into something neutral, praying it didn’t betray the fear coursing through their veins.
Sebastian’s sharp inhale cut through the tense silence. He stared at Enoch, eyes narrowing as if trying to peel back the layers of their existence. His gaze lingered on the small details—dark hair, the sharp line of their jaw, the peculiar set of their eyes—features he recognized but couldn’t place for a moment. And then it hit him like a cold wave, sending a sick twist of revulsion through his gut.
His face contorted in a grimace, the look of raw disgust unmistakable as he realized what Urbanshade had done. Enoch’s resemblance was uncanny, like a warped echo of someone from a past he had buried deep. The memory clawed its way to the surface, unbidden and unwanted, and he clenched his jaw to swallow it back down, fighting the urge to lash out.
It felt like looking into a fractured, twisted mirror, a reflection of something that should never have existed. His tail flicked sharply behind him, a sign of his agitation, coiling and uncoiling with pent-up fury.
Enoch stood silently, caught in the full brunt of Sebastian’s glare. They held their ground, gaze skimming over his face, his coiled tail, and the tense lines of his body. The sheer presence of him—this entity who had haunted whispers and rumors—now clear before them was almost overwhelming. But they forced their nerves to stay steady, looking him in the eye, trying to gauge his reaction, to see if there was any recognition beyond that flash of fury.
They could see it, though—faintly, buried under the anger. A flicker of something else. Pain.
The tense silence snapped as Sebastian let out an irritated huff, breaking eye contact to glance away momentarily. He crossed his arms, his tail flicking sharply against the floor. “They didn’t stop, huh?” he muttered, the words dripping with a venom that made Enoch flinch. There was no mistaking the hostility in his tone, each syllable like a blade meant to cut deep.
Enoch’s mind scrambled for a response, caught off guard by the unexpected question. They parted their lips to speak, but no words came. The comment felt like a trap, like there was something they were missing—some crucial piece of context they didn’t have. They could only stand there, the unspoken tension between them growing with each passing second.
Sebastian’s eyes flicked back to Enoch, and for a brief moment, his expression softened, the anger giving way to a flicker of something more complicated—frustration, and perhaps a touch of bitterness. He realized then how it must have looked, the sharpness of his words, the obvious disdain he held. It wasn’t really aimed at them. No, it was directed at someone else entirely. Urbanshade.
Despite the resentment boiling in his chest, Sebastian forced himself to take a slow breath. He needed information, and scaring Enoch off wasn’t going to get him anywhere. He let his posture relax just a fraction, smoothing out the anger from his voice. “Look,” he started again, this time calmer, though the tension still lingered, like a taut string threatening to snap. “I didn’t mean it like that. It’s just… complicated. You—” he gestured vaguely, “You aren’t what I expected.”
The shift in his demeanor wasn’t lost on Enoch. They hesitated, feeling the atmosphere shift slightly, a small crack in the wall of animosity Sebastian had put up. It was stiff and awkward, but there was a strange attempt at bridging the gap, at making them feel less like prey cornered by a predator. Enoch swallowed, the tight knot of fear loosening just a bit as they took in this new side of him, cautiously meeting his gaze once more.
Sebastian’s eyes narrowed slightly, watching Enoch struggle for a response. He mistook the hesitation for defiance, annoyance bubbling up once more before he pushed it down. He needed answers, and scaring them into silence wasn’t going to get him what he wanted. With a stiff exhale, he leaned back, slipping into the familiar mask of the formal shopkeeper.
“Alright,” he said, tone clipped but not as sharp as before. “Let’s start simple. How long have you been… here? Under their control?” He forced his voice into a neutral drawl, hiding the bitterness behind a thin veneer of professionalism, as if he were dealing with just another customer.
Enoch fidgeted, clearly uncomfortable but trying to respond. “I— I’m not sure,” they managed, the words coming out haltingly. It felt forced, like they were dragging each syllable out, afraid of saying the wrong thing. They didn’t want to leave the impression that they were ignoring him; the thought of making Sebastian angrier twisted their stomach with dread.
Sebastian’s expression shifted ever so slightly, softening into something that almost resembled curiosity rather than hostility. He noticed the way Enoch’s shoulders seemed to ease, the tension loosening bit by bit as he continued with the formalities. He kept his tone level, asking questions that were simple, easy to answer, guiding the conversation carefully. It wasn’t genuine warmth, but it wasn’t the seething anger from before, either.
The more he spoke, the more Enoch seemed to settle, though there was still a glint of caution in their eyes. They were becoming more comfortable, leaning into the safety net of Sebastian’s shopkeeper facade, but it wasn’t lost on Sebastian how their nervousness lingered at the edges, like they were waiting for him to snap again.
It stung, more than he wanted to admit. He realized then that it wasn’t just fear of him—there was something deeper, a sense of self-preservation that made them flinch with every too-sharp word. And for a brief, fleeting moment, something like sympathy welled up in his chest.
He softened his tone further, almost imperceptibly. “You don’t have to force it,” he said, voice lowering into something that almost resembled understanding. “Take your time.”
Enoch glanced up, surprised by the shift, a flicker of relief crossing their face. It was small, but it was there—an unspoken thanks for the momentary reprieve. And as Sebastian watched them slowly start to relax, he found himself easing as well, the last remnants of his initial anger dissolving into something he couldn’t quite name.
The tension between them had eased, if only slightly, like the calm after a storm. Enoch’s shoulders relaxed as they spoke, their voice quiet but clear, as if they were confessing something to themselves more than to Sebastian.
"After everything... I don’t even know if I want to go back anymore. No..." Enoch’s voice wavered as they lifted a trembling hand, brushing their fingers against the cold, unforgiving metal of the collar locked around their neck. The touch sent a shiver down their spine, and for a moment, their resolve crumbled, exposing the raw wound beneath. “I don’t want to go back. I really don’t,” they whispered, almost like they were confessing a secret to the empty air. Their breath hitched, a choked sound caught between a sob and a bitter laugh. “But it’s not like I have a choice, is it? Not with this thing. Not with the collar keeping me chained like this.”
Sebastian watched them, his eyes softening in a way that was rare, almost fragile. It was a look he didn’t give to many—a flicker of sympathy, a brief glimpse of shared pain. He had seen this kind of hopelessness before, in others, in himself. “I doubt I need to explain what a PDG is to you and what it's able to do…”
The way it clung to Enoch’s voice like a shadow, an old wound reopened that still refused to heal. “...If I try to escape…disobey orders or even scare someone…bang.” And as the silence stretched on, Enoch kept talking, their words spilling out like a flood they couldn’t hold back anymore. It was raw, unfiltered honesty, each word trembling with a vulnerability they hadn’t planned on revealing. They spoke like someone standing at the edge of a cliff, staring down at the drop and wondering if the fall would be kinder. The last word left its impact as Enoch moved his gaze away. “I don’t get a choice…not anymore…”
Sebastian took a slow, steady breath, feeling the weight of Enoch’s words pressing against his own chest, like a burden he wasn’t used to sharing. “You have a choice,” he said softly, almost like a plea. The words hung in the air, simple but heavy with conviction. It was such a stark contrast to Enoch’s defeated tone that it made them flinch, not out of fear, but disbelief. They stared at him, searching his face like they were trying to find the lie hidden in his words, but there was nothing there except a quiet, unshakable certainty.
He looked away, clearly uncomfortable, his fingers picking at the frayed edge of the table like it was the only thing keeping him grounded. This wasn’t something he was used to—this kind of openness, this offering of hope. It made him feel exposed, like he was peeling back layers of armor he had kept on for far too long. “I’ve got something,” he muttered, almost reluctant, as if he were giving away a piece of himself. “The Scrambler. It’s not perfect... It’s a mess of wires and outdated parts, but it can interfere with tracking devices. It might be enough to block the collar’s signal.” The words tumbled out quickly, almost dismissively, like he was downplaying their significance. He kept his eyes fixed on the broken flashlight in his hand, refusing to meet Enoch’s gaze. “You could stay here,” he mumbled, barely audible, his voice thick with an emotion he couldn’t quite mask. “Your presence... it’s not bad. I’d actually—” He paused, swallowing hard. “I’d actually enjoy the company.”
The words hit Enoch like a tidal wave, a shock that left them breathless. They hadn’t realized how deeply they’d needed to hear something like that until now. It was like watching the sun break through storm clouds, a light they hadn’t dared hope for. Slowly, the implications of the Scrambler sank in—this wasn’t just a tool. It was a lifeline, a chance to break free from the chains that had held them for so long.
For the first time in what felt like ages, a genuine smile crept across Enoch’s face. It was small, tentative, but filled with a kind of relief so profound it brought tears to their eyes. The sight of it caught Sebastian off guard; he blinked, his eyes widening slightly as if he couldn’t quite believe what he was seeing. It was like he was witnessing the first bloom of spring after a long, bitter winter.
Enoch’s voice was lighter now, a teasing lilt slipping in, though there was an edge of sincerity beneath it. “Tell me, then,” they said, their eyes glinting with a playful warmth. “How could I ever repay you for such kindness?”
Sebastian’s face turned an impossibly deep shade of red, his tail curling up in a bashful, awkward display behind him. He huffed, turning away quickly, as if the act of facing them was too much. “Just... don’t make a mess,” he muttered, his grumbling voice softened by a gentleness he couldn’t hide. He fidgeted, still not looking at them, but there was a small, almost shy smile tugging at the corner of his lips.
For a moment, it felt like the tiny room was filled with a warmth neither of them had known for a long time.
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yoted-meister · 5 months ago
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As an extra part two: I decided to try and write an official Urbanshade document for Enoch, with a two classified details Enoch doesn’t know.
(If you didn’t read my first post on Enoch you can find it here)
Urbanshade
Hadal Division
The Aquanaut
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Z-13-b — Codename: “The Aquanaut”, real name: “Enoch Reed”, is to be respected as a human being regardless of their mutations. Z-13-b is the product of an experiment that was proposed after the Hadal Blacksite evacuation. The goal of the experiment was to not only intentionally replicate the mutations exhibited by Z-13, but also to enhance them for use as an underwater specialist capable of tasks impossible for human beings to perform without such extreme mutations.
Before the experiment could be conducted, it was suggested that countermeasures needed to be taken to ensure control of Z-13-b is maintained. Two proposed measures were accepted: the subject being willing to go through with the experiment, and the modification of a PDG to be given once the experiment concluded.
Z-13-b was known to enjoy the feeling of being a helping hand in their community, before being threatened into helping a small group of individuals rob their local stores and neighbors. once arrested, Z-13-b confessed fully to every act the group did and how each one was involved, causing police to move them to a separate prison in the chance the other four would seek revenge for their testimony. This fact was used to persuade Z-13-b into participating instead of waiting on parole, telling them the four had escaped when in truth, one was killed and the others were still serving their sentences, one in solitary confinement. Z-13-b must never be informed of this, lest their cooperation be jeopardized.
Alongside the modified reuse of dna used in Z-13's experiment, blue marlin and whale shark strands were used to further increase Z-13-b's capabilities. The unique strands of dna caused alterations that Z-13 did not obtain, including some attributes that would give Z-13-b an advantage in some areas.
Upon completion of testing, Z-13-b was given an ACG(Aquanaut Cooperation Gear), a modification of the PCG in the form of a collar to be detonated in the event of a breach, defection, or other instance of total loss of control over Z-13-b. Alongside this they were additionally given, MR-P status, and access to nearby docks █████, █████, ██, and ███. Once requested, Z-13-b is to swim to the requesting dock, perform their requested task, and perform requested tasks there until a different dock requests them. Positive affirmations are to be given after every task completed to ensure Z-13-b remains complacent, no matter the mundanity.
Z-13-b has proven to be a valuable asset, however further pressure-focused testing in the Hadal Blacksite after reacquisition is recommended before considering reproduction.
Despite Z-13 being presumed alive, Z-13-b is to remain away from the Hadal Blacksite until secured to prevent risk of severe injury or death from roaming entities.
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z-13-b · 5 months ago
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Enoch Reed “The Aquanaut” Masterpost
(This may not be much right now but stay tuned!)
(Art by @nonairishbish)
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Background
Full backstory
Official Urbanshade Documentation
Good Memories
Simon (presently unremembered)
Friendship (presently unremembered)
Technology
Bad Memories
Distractions
Survival (presently forgotten)
Home (suppressed, perhaps with the right stimuli…)
Interview Transcript
(Under review before declassification)
Misc.
Contact
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z-13-b · 5 months ago
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Z-13-b: The Aquanaut
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Memory of Distractions
(This might be written interestingly but I like how I’ve done it)
Another day, another undersea express delivery, Mu to Lambda this time. Enoch holds the package close to their chest as they feel the ocean fly past them, one of the pros of these assignments; swimming so fast you’d think they were using some underwater jetpack…hey that could be a fun idea!
No, focus, package to deliver
Enoch had been swimming in a straight line nonstop for several minutes now, fast as they were the trip was still long, not as long as Iota to Rho but still one of the longer ones….yknow, maybe if they memorized the kinds of things each dock did, they could figure out what was in each package…sure that wouldn’t do anything but it could be a good brain teaser!
Enoch's collar shifts against the rushing sea.
…maybe not such a fun brain teaser
Enoch shakes the thought from their head and leaves it to shift in the tides, focus! The faster they get to Lambda, the better; Lambda has one of the better rec rooms for them and the other MR-Ps, plus they had a few friends there! The faster they get to Lambda, the more time they get with their friends. The faster they get to Lambda, the more time they get with their friends. The faster they get to Lambda, the more time they-
That familiar knot tightens itself in Enoch's stomach again and interrupts their thoughts. Oh, why couldn’t their poor stomach realize had enough blubber to go on for weeks? They had just gotten food at Mu…two? Three days ago? The scientists were so stingy with feeding them it was hard to remember, they usually only got to eat to maintain their blubber and then they had said blubber do the rest. That’s why whales have blubber, for nutrients, right?…right?
Wait, that scent, ooooo there’s mackerel nearby! This is why they LOVE being at Theta! Mr.-er, Dr. Roswell puts them on “population control” and they get to eat some of the nearby fish and it’s always SO delicious, he even helped identify Enoch's favorites! Dr Roswell is so-
THERE! AHEAD! MACKEREL!!!!!!!
Ohhh, they were so hungry and here was a 5 star dish, placed right in front of them! The smile on their face grew and their pace quickened, if they went fast enough it wouldn’t have a chance to escape! Enoch shifts the package to one hand as they close the distance. Here we gooooo!
CHOMP!
The fish barely gets the chance to struggle in Enoch's jaws before they grab it with their now open hand and bite through fully. Oh how divine! This one's particularly chewy! Are all prey like this away from Theta? They should remember this spot somehow and then they can come back later and…
…and…
…and…something just…clicked…
Prey…?
Enoch looked down at the fish in their hand, savagely bitten into, this was their favorite food now? Back home they'd eaten so many foods, Italian, French, American, they’d had so many different foods from all over the world and they’d loved so many of them. But this was what was divine to them now? This…prey?
Are they really still…
…I miss being human…
…oh right…package
Z-13-b releases the lifeless fish in their grasp, reorients themselves, and continues to swim Lambda's direction. They try to shake the thoughts away but nothing amongst these seas would ever want to keep such thoughts.
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