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love-and-monsters · 10 months ago

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The Pit and the Serpent

M Naga X GN reader, 11047 words

Content warning: discussions of rape/sexual coercion, sexual coercion described with minimal detail, descriptions of a cult.

You have been sentenced to death. You are going to be fed to the beast in the pit. Unless, of course, the beast does not eat the ones given to it.

Sweat beaded on the back of your neck as you took another trembling step forward. A knife sat against the small of your back. The threat wasn’t that they would kill you- they didn’t have to. A quick slice to the small of your back would have your legs useless. They could leave you to die, limp and pathetic, at the claws of the creature in the pen. The only reason they hadn’t done it at all was that it was a lot less work to have you walk than to drag your limp body in.

The pen loomed in front of you. It wasn’t much of a pen, to be honest. It was more of a pit, with barbed wire fence surrounding it. People didn’t approach it- in fact, there isn’t anyone within a hundred feet. Just you and the soldier nudging you ever closer.

As soon as you were past the gate, the soldier slammed it shut and stepped back, almost a scramble. There was no reason for him to be near you anymore. There was only a tiny strip of land surrounding the dropoff of the pit, and you couldn’t climb back out over the fence thanks to the barbed wire. You probably couldn’t even if there wasn’t barbed wire. You’d never been athletic.

You hunched down on the little area you had, knees tucked close to your chest to avoid the drop. No limbs dangling. The image of letting an arm or leg hang over the opening and something grabbing you, like a monster under the bed, rose in your mind.

You sat on the edge of the pit all throughout the scorching afternoon, dripping sweat into a small puddle in the dirt below you. The sun set and the chill of night against your sweaty skin made you shiver. The thing in the pit hadn’t moved. Was it nocturnal? You’d never seen a feeding before. Maybe you should have. Maybe that would have discouraged you from-

The thing in the pit moved. You heard it shifting before you saw it, the great shadow twisting and slinking until a tendril of it was lifting out of the pit and stretching slowly toward you. You scrambled back until the barbed wire dug into your skin, uncaring of exactly how rusty it was. Of course it didn’t matter. You were going to die, right now, and a little tetanus hardly compared to exactly how this thing was going to rip you to shreds.

Its head dropped into your line of sight, close enough that you could make out some features despite the lack of light. You stared. You had been expecting a mouth- they called it a feeding, after all. Not strange at all to imagine you were about to be eaten. And there was a mouth. It was just attached to a human face. Which was attached to a human head. Which was attached to a human torso. Which was not attached to human hips, but to the body of an enormous snake. Like, a huge snake. Like, at-least-40-feet-long snake.

It yawned. Fangs, long and thin, just where canines would be in a human mouth, glinted in the faint moonlight. Then it slumped downward, flopping to rest its torso on the edge of the pit right next to you.

It blinked at you. The light was dim enough that you couldn’t see the color of its eyes, but the white gleaming in the moonlight told you it was staring right at you. “Hello there.”

You stared back. He didn’t seem like he was going to eat you. He didn’t seem big enough to eat you. You’d been expecting an enormous snake mouth, something appropriate for the enormous thing, something that could swallow you whole. But this was… well, the person-part of the snake was bigger thana typical human, but not by that much. Its mouth was far too small to eat you effectively. Then again, you were smaller than a cow, and you ate those, so perhaps the creature was simply going to drag you into its pit and eat you little by little. You hoped it killed you quickly, at least- getting slowly eaten seemed like the worst possible way to die.

“You aren’t much of a talker, are you,” the serpent groused. His mass of coils shifted slowly, undulating in the pit beneath. You couldn’t make out the individual coils with the distance and the darkness- it just looked like a shifting, twisting mass. The serpent moved closer, practically hovering in front of you, using his muscular trunk as support. “Ain’t much to look at, are ya?” He spoke in a drawling, lazy tone. “Can’t imagine ya did anything impressive to get stuck in here. Are they finally chucking the dissidents down here instead of shoving them into the reeducation work prison?”

“Thievery.” You forced the word up through your dry throat and mouth. The serpent fixed his gaze back on you. “I- I took something that wasn’t mine to take.”

“Huh.” He slumped back to the ground next to you, propping his chin up on his fist. “Why?”

You ground your teeth. “He… took something from me, first. So, I wanted to take something from him. But I got caught.”

The serpent nodded. “A little thief, then? I suppose they would throw you in here for that.”

You eyed him as he stretched. The question was stupid, but you couldn’t help yourself from asking it. “Aren’t you going to eat me?”

He was mid-yawn when you asked, and blinked one eye open to look at you. “Am I supposed to?”

You paused. Everyone called it a ‘feeding’ when people were put in the pit. People who went for feedings were never seen again. What else was happening expect for them being eaten? “I think so.”

“Perhaps,” he said, “I’m not hungry today.” He slumped back toward the pit, slinking down and vanishing in the mass of his own coils.

You stared. And shivered. Your sweat was still drying on your skin in the chilly night air and the hot terror was fading. The creature had emerged from the pit, you’d had a pleasant (if you stretched the definition of the word) chat, and then it had left.

That was… not what was supposed to happen. You’d seen people be taken away to the pit- you’d never seen them actually go in, of course, the pit was nearly three hours away from the town by walking, and you’d never had reason to go in a car until today. Yesterday. Was it past midnight? They never came back. Did the creature ever eat anyone? It must, or they wouldn’t have bothered with the pit at all. They could just shoot people. Or stab them, if wasted bullets were a concern. Why go through the whole rigamarole of taking people out here and then leaving them alive for the creature if it didn’t eat them?

But if it did eat them, why hadn’t it eaten you?

It got late for a while, and then it was so late that it looped around to being early. The sun started to stretch thin tendrils of light over the horizon. Your stomach growled. You had to pee. Your legs were cramping from being in the same position for so long. Were the guards going to come back? Did they come back for the prisoners, if only to see if there were any bones or limbs left? Or were you just trapped out here until you died of thirst or the creature decided it was hungry after all and ate you?

(It had better hurry the hell up, you decided. If it waited until you died of natural causes, t would probably have a tough, unpleasant meal. Your somewhat-delirious mind found that idea funny.)

It was less funny when a hand wrapped around your ankle and hauled you bodily toward the pit.

The entire thing was fast. One second you were registering the warm hand on your skin, and the next you were being dragged down a slope. You caught a glimpse of your captor’s face, too dark to make out expressions, before you were hauled under a mass of coils.

They weren’t cold to the touch, though they weren’t warm, either. You could feel the ridges of the scales, each one nearly the size of your palm. It was heavy, a weight that nearly knocked the breath out of you, though their constant shifting helped lessen that impact. It wasn’t crushing, though, and you could feel the hard-packed dirt under your back. Strange. You would have thought they’d be coiling around you to crush you. Even just being underneath them, you could tell they were powerful enough to do it. You could feel the power of the muscles just from minute movements alone.

“Stop panicking!” The voice came a lot closer to your ear than you’d expected and you struck out. Maybe he’d been expecting it, because your first hit a wall of scaly flesh.’ “I ain’t gonna hurt ya, if you don’t try to hurt me again.”

You stopped moving. The serpent huffed out a breath, and you felt the edges of it against your… temple, on your right side. He was partially concealed by one of his own coils, but he was there. “Sorry for the delay, sweetcheeks. Woulda taken you down here right away, but we’ve had some problems recently. Delays. You’ll find out soon, anyway.”

You didn’t understand, but bemoaning that lack of understanding seemed like the worst possible move at the moment. Instead, you flipped onto your stomach and started army crawling back toward the wall of the pit. The coils were heavy, but not crushing, at least not at the moment. You were going to crawl and get out of the pit, and what you were going to do then could be decided after you got out.

“Woah.” The hand was on your back now, having gotten a fistful of your shirt. Well, it was more of a dress-tunic than a shirt, one of the ones that was both oversized and stretched, and made more out of patches than material. They could have made you go into the pit naked, but you suspected that this made a convenient excuse to get rid of something no one really wanted. You thrashed against the grip and, sure enough, the tunic ripped with ease. Before you could continue your mad crawl, the hand managed to lock around your calf. “Woah, woah! Where do ya think you’re going?”

You try to continue forward at the pace of a determined slug. The hand on your leg is doing a good job of hindering that, though. “Quit freaking out! Sorry I scared ya, but I said before, I ain’t gonna hurt ya, so stop it!”

In fairness, he wasn’t hurting you at that moment. He could have, certainly- his coils could have crushed you by weight alone, if he’d dropped them on you, but he just lay them across your path, effectively blocking your way unless you wanted to crawl over him. The hand around your calf remained firm, a grip tight enough to almost bruise, but not vicious. More like he was just desperate to keep you from squirming away.

Surrounded by coils of snake and held fast by the grip on your leg, you finally went still. You were flat on your stomach, so the dust, of course, immediately went up your nose and you snorted out an awkward sneeze. The serpent’s human part moved forward, almost hovering over you, suspended by its muscular trunk. He folded his arms over his chest, no longer holding onto you. “Didn’t mean to scare ya that bad. S’pose I should’ve been more forthcoming, but ya don’t get much fun out here, y’know?” He shrugged. “Sorry. Kinda a fighter, aren’t ya, though? Most people just curl into a ball and scream.”

You stared at him. He was silhouetted by moonlight, so you could make out his long, somewhat tangled black hair and his dark brown skin. There were a few patches of scales on his belly, creeping up from where his snake body ended. “I thought,” you said, after a moment of thought, “that you were going to eat me.”

He shrugged. “I’m not.”

That had become pretty clear. Unless this was a game, though you couldn’t see the point of it, if it was. “Then what are you going to do?”

He grinned, at that. His canines were still too long and sharp, more like a snake’s than a human’s- though still not totally like either. “Look.”

He turned his body to point at a spot beyond the shifting weight of his coils. In the wall of the pit, there was… a hole.

It wasn’t a big hole. Large enough for a person to fit through, provided they were crawling and not standing up straight. It sloped a little, down into the ground. The idea of it made you shudder. Perhaps the serpent didn’t pick up on that, because he said, “You’re going to go in there.”

“I’m not,” you insisted. The serpent considered you for a moment, not quite irritated, but certainly not pleased.

“Ya are,” he said. “Unless you’re plannin’ on staying here and dyin’ when they come back and find ya completely uneaten.”

You glared. “Fine.” The serpent nodded, clearly believing you meant ‘fine, I’ll go in there.’ His expression changed to plain annoyance when you, through lack of motion, convinced him that you meant ‘fine, I’ll stay here and die.”

“You’re claustrophobic,” he reasoned. You glared. It was true, but you didn’t like it. The idea of close earth, pressing in on you- unbearable. The idea of having nowhere to run, nowhere to go or flee to, no open space within which to seek safety-

“Alright, alright! Don’t- don’t do that, just- Damn, this makes it much harder than I thought it was gonna be.” The serpent patted awkwardly at your shoulder. You squirmed away from his touch and he held his hands up. Your breathing, which had spun wildly out of control for a moment, dropped back to a steady (or at least steadier) rhythm. “Look. The only way out of here is through the tunnel. It’s only twenty feet of tunnel, and once you’re through that, it’s not so tight.”

“I can’t get through the twenty feet,” you ground out. Even three feet, less than your body length, would be close to intolerable. As long as your head and arms were trapped, there was panic.

The serpent heaved a sigh. “Erg… You’re gonna have to.”

“I can’t.” Clearly, he was slow. Otherwise, he would be getting that it was physically impossible for you to do so. You could not, unless under immediate threat of death, force yourself through it. And maybe not even that.

The serpent rubbed his face. “Sonova- If you get caught, I’m gonna be fucked too, y’know?” His coils shifted, lifting and writhing. Above you, through the gaps in his coils, you could see the sky lightening. It was going to be day soon. That seemed to be agitating him. “Okay. You’re not gonna like this, but we’re doing it anyway.”

You stiffened. “We’re not going to-”

The serpent seized you by hooking an arm under your armpits and hauled. You were half lifted off the ground and pulled toward the hole in the wall. Panic seized you and you started to kick your legs. The serpent wholly ignored you. For a moment, you wondered about how he was going to manage to pull you through- there wasn’t enough space for both of you to fit going through at the same time.

It was a question that was quickly answered. As you got within a foot of the hole, he dropped you and plunged in himself.

Within seconds, his human part was gone, leaving only his snake portion, It flowed in and in and in, an endless-seeming mass of scaled flesh moving into the tunnel. It was almost hypnotic. So hypnotic, in fact, that you didn’t register it when the last foot or so of his tail wrapped around your legs and hauled you into the tunnel after him.

It happened fast- one second you were just registering the fact that you were moving, the next you were in the tunnel with the walls pressing close in on you. The press of the walls, combined with the warm squeeze of the serpent’s tail around you was- was- your brain scrambled, sheer terror blotting out every thought you could have summoned up.

And then the walls lessened. Not a lot, but their squeeze was reduced. The tail wrapped around you, so tight you couldn’t move your arms or legs, was still bad, but the walls weren’t so tight. Lifting your head didn’t whack it on the ceiling anymore, and you couldn’t feel your shoulders rubbing against the walls. You felt the movement of air on your legs first, and then you were pulled into a bright, open room.

The made your eyes tear up. You squeezed them shut against it. The tail around your body relaxed, drawing away. The sheer relief was incredible, so much that you couldn’t bring yourself to move. You lay there, gasping and shivering on the floor, eyes squeezed shut. Your brain was so utterly scrambled that you didn’t even question why there were bright lights underground for a few minutes.

People talking, though, that got your attention.

“I’m gonna need to be back out there in a couple minutes, just in case they come lookin’,” the serpent was saying.

“Of course. Though you really couldn’t have thought of a better solution? Or explained more?” The second voice was female, probably older by the sound of it. Kind of weary, too. You blinked your eyes open. The serpent was coiled as tight as he was able, and was bending to speak to an older woman, brown hair shot through with gray, in something like a lab coat.

“You were the ones delayin’ everything.”

“Well, you could have told her in the meantime. You didn’t have to wait for us to be ready.”

The serpent grimaced. “Sure, if I wasn’t so busy prepping the tunnel. It’s not easy to dig that shit back out every time you guys want to-”

“Who are you?” Your voice wasn’t a yell, but it wasn’t quiet. The conversation stopped. Both of them looked at you.

The woman straightened out her lab coat. It was a bit stained and yellowed in some places, and there was a button missing. “My name is Elise Markov. This-” She gestured to the massive serpent-person beside her. “-Is Hana. I apologize for… well, for him.” He clucked his tongue. “Hush. You should be kinder to our new arrivals.”

“Perhaps.” Hana flexed his tail. “It’s not like I get much practice with people, trapped up there without-”

“Speaking of,” Elise said, cutting him off. He fell silent, sulky. “You should go back up. You were saying they might be back soon.”

Hana grimaced but he obediently slipped toward the tunnel. After a few moments, his tail was vanishing into the tunnel. Elise watched him go, then headed over to you. “Come along. I will explain on the way.”

Getting up gave you a chance to look a little more around the room. It wasn’t terribly big, maybe about the size of a single room in a house, and lit entirely by floodlights. Another tunnel, this one much larger than the one you had entered through, allowed you to exit the room. You could stand up in it, and almost extend your arms before hitting the wall while inside, it, so the terror was only a minor scream in the back of your mind.

As you walked, Elise explained. “We have been out here since the, well, apocalypse, for lack of a better term, recruiting as we can. Sometimes we take in runaways, sometimes strays, sometimes people like you- people who have been set to death by the various collectives and compounds that now litter the world. You will stay here now, and work with us. There will be a task you can do, I assure you, be it caring for the assets or cooking food or cleaning.”

You trotted along after her. “I don’t underst-”

“I’m aware. You will.” Elise’s tone was clipped. “For now, just know that you are safe and you will remain safe for the foreseeable future. We have an organization, relative protection, and, the basic necessities of life.”

Well. Good enough for you. It was significantly better to have a place that didn’t want to kill you. At least, not immediately.

The tunnel went on for what must have been at least a few miles. Your legs ached and you felt dizzy. It had been some time since you’d had proper food. You swayed, exhausted, even as Elise kept up her ruthless pace. Eventually, the tunnel opened up into a tall, illuminated room. You hurried toward it, ready for your journey to end, and-

There were people. Many of them wore lab coats, like Elise, though they were all about as dirty as Elise’s as well. But there were also many… things. Creatures. Beasts you couldn’t understand. One of them, a creature with the torso of a human, but the lower body of a massive, pale spider approached. “Ah, Thierry. If you could-”

You were taken to a room and told it was yours. It was a tiny room, big enough for a bed and a hanging rack of clothes. But it was at least nicer than the communal bunks you’d had previously. You didn’t feel comfortable sleeping with other people.

After a full day of resting, and a fairly simple meal of vegetables and a biscuit, you were given the beginnings of orientation. It was fairly extensive, starting at the exact moment the world fell apart, about ten years ago.

The end of the world was something you remembered, though not in any great detail. It hadn’t been an abrupt thing, like it always was in dystopian fiction. It had just been, over the course of a few years, a gradual downturn of things getting worse until you were in a barrack with a couple dozen other people and you realized you had no hope of anything ever getting better. The world had just seemed to get more and more frightened of everything going on, more desperate and sad and clawing until everything had been torn to shreds.

Apparently, that hadn’t quite been an accident.

The details were vague- you weren’t sure if that was because the details were unknown, or if the people in charge just didn’t want you to know them. But the government (or several governments- again, the details were unclear) had been running experiments on fear. Fear was, after all, one of the most effective motivators ad weapons ever known. Enough fear could kill, could make a person commit atrocities. And so, it needed to be studied, understood, and potentially weaponized.

After years of research, they had managed to create… something. Tapped into some collective unconscious, some extra-physical resource, and created, from humans, creatures that embodied the fears of the world.

The outpouring of fear from their initial creation spread the world over. It wasn’t strong, but it lingered, like background radiation in the minds of everyone on the planet. And that fear drove everyone to the brink of madness and destruction. Even after the initial burst of it settled, everyone had already settled into their new lives and routines too thoroughly to go back.

This particular organization had been created by a small group of the scientists who’d escaped the panic-induced deaths of everyone who’d worked on the initial project. They’d managed to gather a small group of the fear-creatures, who worked with them, as much as they could.

You even got to meet a few of them. All of them seemed to embody a specific type of fear, usually a phobia. Thierry, the spider-person you’d met initially was the embodiment of arachnophobia. There was a person who seemed to be entirely made of water that represented thassolophobia, though you saw her pretty infrequently. Her proper body took up a massive swimming pool that had needed to be dug out special. The only time you saw her was when she sent out a segment of her body that was roughly person sized and shaped, something that was apparently difficult and uncomfortable to do. Another person, a hulking figure of dirt with a hole in their middle that seemed to constantly draw your eyes and body, represented claustrophobia. You didn’t go near him often.

Of course, your Hana was representative of a fear of snakes. Never a fear you’d had, but you could see how he would be horrific for someone who was afraid of scaly ropes.

He was apparently a recruiter, of some description. His capture by your old compound was an accident, but given that he was regularly fed a stream of dissenters, he could smuggle people they determined to be relatively safe out of the pit. Apparently your thievery was determined to be a non-harmful pastime that earned you a free ticket out.

You were told all this by the person you were supposed to be shadowing, a middle-aged woman who had been in this little group since just after its founding. You followed her around while she showed you how to do a variety of tasks. Mostly cleaning or fetching things for other people. A day after you’d arrived, she handed you a massive tray of raw meat and gestured for your to follow her.

“This will likely be one of your tasks on a daily basis,” she said. “Along with general cleaning. I assume you’re willing to complete janitorial tasks.”

Her tone said ‘you don’t think you’re too good for this, right?’ with an undertone of ‘because if you do, we’re going to have problems.’ “I’m fine with it,” you said. You legitimately didn’t have a problem with it. It wasn’t any different from the shit you’d been doing at the compound.

You walked through a familiar hall that opened into a familiar, cavernous room. You had to switch the floodlights on. Obviously you didn’t have the power to run them all the time.

“Mind warning me before you do that?” Hana groused, half covering his face with his hand. “Oh, it’s you!”

You nodded. “It’s… good to see you again?”

“Sure. Glad you’re doin’ all right,” Hana said. “Ya gonna give me the food or what?”

Your supervisor left at that moment, telling you to bring the tray back to the kitchens when you were done, since she needed to take care of something. Everyone seemed busy all the time. Probably took a lot of work to run the place. You’d probably be busy too, once you were more settled in.

Hana didn’t really chew his food. He just swallowed big chunks at once, like- well, like a snake. It was impressive, but also kind of gross to watch. “Guess you’ve decided to stay,” he said between huge mouthfuls.

“What other options do I have?” you asked back, complete rhetorical.

He decided to answer it anyway, though. “Out there.” He gestured vaguely toward the ceiling with an expansive motion. “Y’know. Anywhere out there.”

“I’d die,” you said. Society might have collapsed when you were a teen, but the past ten years or so, you’d been hopping from little settlement to little settlement. You didn’t have the skills or the tools to survive on your own in the wilderness.

“You might live,” he said. “It’s a lot of scrubland, but I ‘member people saying there’s root vegetables and stuff growin’ out there. You could eat those.”

“Not without cooking them. I can’t actually identify any of them, either. I’d probably eat something toxic by accident. Or get caught by marauders. Or the wild dog packs.” A lot of people had dogs before the apocalypse. A lot of those dogs didn’t have people anymore by the time things settled. And, well, dogs are descended from wolves. In times of necessity, a lot of them just remembered what they used to be. Packs of larger dogs could be a real issue, especially because no one was giving out rabies vaccines anymore.

“Maybe,” Hana allowed. “Maybe not.” He swallowed another chunk of meat. “Maybe ya could befriend a dog and get it to bring ya meat. They can hunt, right? And they’re stupid loyal?”

You laughed a little. “Have you never met a dog before?”

“Nah. Where would I have seen one, huh?” Hana paused, tapping a finger on his chin. There’s a thin line of meat-juice running along it. “Hm. Though I guess I could have seen one and not realized it, ‘cause I don’t really know what they look like.”

“You’ve never even seen a dog?” you asked. “Not even before you were changed into-” You skittered to a stop, not quite managing to pause the words before they’re almost all out. Oops. You didn’t mean to do that. It was probably a rather touchy subject for him.

He shrugged, still eating. “Nah. Don’t remember a thing before I got all scaly.” He gestures to his waist. A majority of his body is still stretching up through the tunnel and out into the pit, but there’s enough there to see his dark scales. “Probably good, though, huh? Can’t imagine turnin’ into this was a fun time for me.” “You don’t remember what it was like to be human at all?” you asked. He fixed you with an irritated look.

“I just said I didn’t. Open your ears. I remember some stuff, clearly. Like, I woke up knowin’ English and what the sky and grass was an’ all that.”

“But not dogs,” you mused. He gave you a wry, somewhat irritated expression.

“No. Not dogs.”

Hm. That was interesting. You mulled that over while he finished his meal. Once he was done, you gathered up the dishes. “See ya around,” he said, waving.

As if turned out, you did see him after that quite often. Your initial tasks seemed to be focused on delivering food to the ‘phobic assets.’ Not all of them were still human enough to eat, but the ones who had fused with animals definitely needed to. Thierry was your favorite. He was typically quite polite, and you’d never had any issue with spiders before, so his spider half was a source of fascination rather than disgust.

Hana was always waiting for you when you brought food to him, and he always stuck around to chat for as long as you wanted. Maybe he was lonely, or maybe he was just bored. But he always listened attentively, and given that everyone else was rushing around all the time, speaking to him was nearly the highlight of your day.

“I mean, it’s nicer being here than it was being there, obviously. I just wish people weren’t so…” You waved a hand. “I don’t know. Rushed? At least I felt like I was a part of a community over there. We all had meals together and we talked and worked together. Here, it’s just different. I don’t think I’ve had a conversation with anyone except a couple people for more than two minutes.”

“Everyone’s trying to save the world. Makes ‘em busy. Plus, you’re kinda an outsider. It’ll take a while to get you on their radar. Or into their precious schedules.” Hana shrugged, gulping down his meal with reckless abandon. “Who’s the second?”

“Huh?” He had a habit of jumping topics like that. It was hard to keep up.

“Ya said there were two people ya could have conversations longer than two minutes. One’s me. Who’s the other?”

“Oh. Thierry.” To your surprise, Hana’s face contorted into a sulky expression.

“Thierry? Really? That pompous spider prick?” He shifted and you could hear distant thumping, like he was slapping the end of his tail against the ground.

“What’s wrong with Thierry?” you asked, creeping back a little. He didn’t seem overly pissed, but it was probably best to get out of the way. Just in case.

“He’s stuck up. Thinks he’s so good ‘cause he’s the embodiment of some massive fear and he’s the one who works the closest with all the scientists.” Hana rolled his eyes so aggressively you were surprised he didn’t strain something.

“He’s nice to me,” you said. Hana grumbled incoherently, tail thumping. One of his hands dug furrows in the dirt. You watched his fingers as they made the scraping motions over and over. Something in your brain itched, drawing up the image of those strong fingers seizing you and squeezing until it hurt as you kicked against it-

The room was large. But the walls felt too much like they were pressing in on you.

The tray was empty and you hurried forward to grab it before jolting back to the door. Hana looked up from his sulking, alarm and maybe concern crossing his face. “Wh- Ya doin’ okay?”

“Yes.” The word came out steady, but mechanical in its steadiness. It almost hissed past your lips. Hana started to lift himself up, pulling more of his massive serpent’s tail in through the hole in order to support himself. You scrambled back from his rapidly more imposing form.

“Woah, easy there. I didn’t mean to startle ya.” He held his hands up, but that made him look even more imposing. “Uh. Maybe you should sit down? Ya don’t look so-”

You turned and fled down the hallway that led back to the relative safety of the entrance room. Hana yelled after you to wait, but his voice was distorted and echoing down the tunnel and you didn’t bother to listen. You just fled.

Perhaps your room was the safest place to go, but you couldn’t bring yourself to spend time there, given its small size. It was fine normally, but you couldn’t manage it while already keyed up. Fortunately, the lab techs could use someone to help them wipe down their equipment, so you stayed in there. There were too many people bustling around for your liking, but it was, on the whole, a good distraction.

For the next couple of days, you didn’t see Hana. It wasn’t terribly hard to pawn your task off onto someone else, as long as you agreed to pick up whatever they were working on. You learned a lot of simple tasks- cleaning, a lot about cleaning, as well as how to operate their computer system, and even a few mechanical skills from repairing things. That had been completely disallowed in the compound you’d spent you life in- at least, for someone as low-ranking as you.

Hana sent you messages a couple of times. Some of the people who did your job of delivering meals came back and told you he’d asked them to tell you that he wanted to talk. You ignored it. There was a part of you that felt bad about it. Then you remembered him getting all pissy about you talking to Thierry and those bad feelings went right back out the window. What had been his problem about all that anyway?

The answer had come to you midway through washing out a series of trays in the cafeteria- he was jealous.

That thought gave you pause. You hadn’t even really been thinking about it, just kind of turning things over idly in your mind. But it made sense, didn’t it? He’d gotten sulky right after finding out that you were spending time with someone else, and that matched up with jealousy. He’d gotten annoyed about Thierry, specifically. Was he just pissed that he wasn’t the oh-so-special fear monster that you were picking to spend all of your time with? Or maybe he was upset because you visited him at mealtimes, when you had to, and you could see Thierry whenever you wanted. People didn’t visit him very often, did they? Even Thierry, who lived in the main compound, seemed surprised to get visitors. Maybe he was jealous because he was lonely.

That idea didn’t make you feel very good. Not that it was an excuse for him getting all annoyed, but… it was understandable. And maybe you’d overreacted a little bit. You had your own reasons for that, of course. But looking back on it, you probably could have handled the whole thing better.

You grimaced, placing all the dishes into their rack and sliding it onto a shelf above your head. Fine. You would go back to him. Apologize. It would be swallowing your pride, but… You remembered him calling after you. His reaching out. The idea of you ignoring him out of some petty hurt feelings? It made you feel awful.

The next day, you went to gather his food from the kitchen and found no tray waiting for you. After a bit of looking around, to make sure you hadn’t missed something, you approached the kitchen head. “Hey. When are we feeding Hana?”

He glanced back at you. “Thought you didn’t want to feed him anymore.”

A nervous prickle wound its way down your spine. “Uh. I’ve been wanting to try out some other jobs, but I am still interested in helping- look, did you give the food to someone else or not?”

He sighed. He was older, and clearly didn’t like you talking back to him and ruining his quiet kitchen. “No. He’s getting a later feeding. We’re inviting someone new in today.”

“What? Seriously?” You leaned over the serving window. “Who is it?”

He glared at you. “You’ll have to ask someone else for that information.”

You headed out, looking for… someone who knew what was going on, you guessed. Fortunately, you only needed to go down a couple halls before running into the very woman who had welcomed you to this place.

“Hello,” she said. “I’m glad to see you. You’ve been settling in well?”

Her voice had that tone to it, the tone of someone asking perfunctory questions out of politeness without really caring about the answers they were getting. “Yes, it’s fine,” you said, another response out of obligated politeness. “You’re going to see the new person?”

“Yes. You’re wanting to come with?” she asked, barely slowing in her step. You continued alongside her.

“Am I allowed to?”

She shrugged. “Certainly. They’ll be from your compound. It may help them to see a friendly face.”

There was a solid chance it would be a face you didn’t know, and even if you did know them, they may not have been friendly. But it got you closer to Hana, and maybe you could stay behind for a bit to talk to him. You tagged along after her, drawing closer to the entrance to the tunnel with every step.

The woman was quick and sure and it took a little time to emerge into the open room lit with floodlights. There was no one there. No one continued to be there for several minutes. You were about to sarcastically ask if you got the time wrong when a small avalanche of pebbles fell down the tunnel.

There was another small avalanche of pebbles, then another, then a scraping noise. Then a head and shoulders emerged into the room. It was a person, pale-skinned, with curly blonde hair. She was quite skinny and smeared with dirt, teeth gritted. As soon as she was partially freed from the tunnel, she struggled forward, fingers clawing at the ground. The woman stepped forward, pulling the newcomer out of the hole. A moment later, Hana slithered out, groaning and stretching.

“Cuttin’ it close there, aren’t y-” His eyes fell on you and a look of clear surprise flitted across his face. He blinked a couple times. You felt a bit sheepish under his gaze.

The newcomer coughed as she stood up. “Son of a bitch, that’s rough. You need to have a better greeting system for people arriving here, because getting grabbed by a massive snake is not it, seriously.” She stared around the room, taking it all in, and her gaze fell on you. Her face twisted. “You!” It came back in a rush- she was a familiar face. Not a friendly one, though. One of the ones who’d seen- she knew you. She’d helped get you thrown into the pit. What had led her here, you didn’t know, but she was clearly pissed that you were in the same place.

“What are you doing here?” she said.

“Same thing you are,” you snapped. “Shouldn’t be surprised that you’re here, to be honest. How long until you tattled on the wrong person and got yourself thrown away?”

“Tattled?” Her face grew splotched with red. “That’s what you call it? Because I told people you murdered someone?”

There was the cold shock of silence for a few moments. “Murder?” Hana said. His voice was faintly shocked. “Ya said ya stole something.”

“It’s technically stealing. Stole someone’s life,” you said. “But it- it wasn’t like that, I didn’t just- I didn’t want to, really, but it happened and-”

“While we are willing to accept those who’ve been driven out of the compound for multiple reasons, we are much more hesitant when it involves murder,” the woman said. “That you haven’t disclosed it until now gives us much more reason for concern.” She stepped forward, ushering the newcomer behind her. There was a glint of metal and there was a gun pointed at you. You hadn’t even seen where she was carrying it. “If you’ll come with me-”

“Wait, wait,” Hana said. He slithered forward, pulling more of himself into the room to go almost between you and the woman. “No need for a gun, yeah? S’not necessary. Nothin’s happened, right? No one’s done anything here. And livin’ in that compound- there’s gotta be a good reason for the murder, yeah?”

“Reasons can be determined later. For now- containment. For safety.”

“Containment?” The word made your skin crawl like it was trying to get off your body. It brings to mind the containment you were kept in when you were initially convicted in the compound. It was barely a room. Not enough space to lie down. Barely enough to sit, with your legs tucked against your chest and your arms tight against your sides. Not enough room to move, not even to eat. Not that it mattered. You were kept there for nearly two full days. They didn’t bother to feed you.

“C’mon,” Hana was speaking, his voice wheedling. “Someone just shows up here and you’re gonna take her word? Y’think this one’s gonna kill someone? Really?” He jerked a thumb back at you, and you couldn’t even be offended. “S’not exactly a tough lookin’ piece of work.”

The woman hesitated, lowering the pistol a little. “It wouldn’t be permanent. Just for a couple days, while we review work details and determine if there should be an escort. It’s for safety.”

Hana rolled his eyes, a great, overexaggerated movement. “Sure. Fine. Look, if ya want to do containment, do it here.”

The woman’s gun lowered a little more, out of sheer confusion. “I beg your pardon?”

“Do the containment here.” Hana lifted his hands to gesture at the room around you. “Ya can shut the door that connects this place and the main facility, right? Do that and keep the little killer here.” He waved a hand toward you again.

“I’m not certain that’s a good idea,” the woman said.

“What d’ya think is gonna happen? Little killer can’t get through the door once it’s closed. Not without your permission.” He paused, likely for dramatic effect. “Unless ya think she’s gonna pull something on me.” And then he grinned, showing off his teeth, especially the ones that were too pointed to be a human.

The woman looked at you, then him. Then you, then him again. Then she sighed. “Fine. If you’re determined to keep an eye on her, then I’m not going to stop you.” She placed the gun back under her jacket in a holster you hadn’t noticed before, then grabbed the newcomer by the arm. They walked out together, the newcomer’s eyes locked on you until they vanished down the tunnel. A moment later, the door at the end of the hall shut and locked.

The tension vanished at once, and you sank to the ground. Your heart raced along in your chest, your breathing quick and trembling. You closed your eyes for a moment, trying to calm yourself. Hana didn’t approach, but he didn’t leave either. He just studied a wall, waiting for you to pull yourself together.

You did, eventually. “Thanks,” you mumbled. Hana glanced at you. “I mean it. You didn’t have to do that.”

He hummed, turning away from the wall. “So. Ya kill someone?” Straight to the point, huh? You took a deep breath. “Yeah.” You paused. “Have you ever, uh. Y’know.”

“Killed someone? Couple times, yeah.” He stretched. “Well. Actually. Probably a lot more than that, but I don’t know if they count.”

You stared at him, waiting for him to continue. He shrugged, plucking at some of his hair. It was in really good shape, considering that he’d been outside for ages. Actually, he was also rather clean. Did they give him access to a shower or something? How did he fit? Did he just get hosed down?

“This big ol’ thing,” he said gesturing to his body, “has been around for a bit longer than this.” He tapped a finger against his head. “We were all like that for a while.” You assumed he meant the other phobics. “‘Ventually we woke up, but I killed quite a few before I got there. Wasn’t really me doing the killing, though- didn’t have my sparkling personality.” He threw you a wink. You rolled your eyes. “Not like I remember what happened then, anyway.”

He fell silent after that until you piped up. “What about the other two people you killed?”

“Oh.” He finger-combed his hair, seeming very interested in picking out the knots. “One of ‘em tried to kill me. Came at me with a big ol’ knife. That was before I ended up here.”

“The other?” you prompted when he fell quiet again. He snorted, lips curling up over his fangs.

“The other was after I came here. Nasty piece of work. A criminal from your compound, though I dunno if he was a part of the compound itself. Didn’t seem like it. Asked him about what he did to get sent here.” Hana’s lips curled further. “Don’t think he was in his right mind. Said he was pickin’ off people from the farms, raping them, then chucking their bodies somewhere in the fields to rot.” Hana hissed. It was low, inhuman. It made your hair stand on end. “So I killed ‘im. Don’t think he appreciated being on the receiving end.”

Your chest clenched so hard you couldn’t get in a breath. You remembered that. It had happened a few years ago. You had been so grateful that you worked closer to the inner compound, so that something like that could never happen to you. You’d been so sure it would never happen. So, so sure.

“Woah there.” Hana reared up a little, looking at you with clear alarm. “Easy. I didn’t mean to freak ya out. Take a breath before you pass out, all right?”

The choking sobs eased enough for you to do just that. Hana came hesitantly closer, caution in his eyes. “S’okay. He’s dead now. Did you, uh. Know him or somethin’?”

Your voice was strange, strangled, but you got the words out. “Knew of him, more like. I thought- I thought it was so good when he was gone because- I would never- worry about it-” You kept having to pause to gasp for air. Hana winced.

“Maybe we should talk about somethin’ else now, yeah? Uh. Damn, they didn’t give us water, I think ya could use some…” He scrounged around. “Thought there was a spigot somewhere around here… not that it’d be super clean water, I guess.”

“I’m fine,” you said. “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t say you’re sorry about things ya don’t need to be sorry for. It sets a bad precedent.” He finished fumbling his way along the wall and sighed. “Hmph. I don’t see it. Maybe I can bang on the door and make them-”

“Don’t bother. Like I said, I’m fine.” You took in a deep breath. Water would have been nice -your mouth was getting kind of tacky- but it wasn’t necessary. Hana gave you a skeptical look, but he didn’t bang on the door. That was probably for the best- the space was small enough that the sound would have echoed and that would have freaked you out more.

“Suppose it’s a bad time to ask and all,” Hana said. “But, uh. Y’ever gonna tell me why you killed someone? Just seems fair, is all.”

You took a deep breath, and then another. And then another and another. Hana waited, not really looking at you. His tail was still partially in the tunnel, but you could imagine his tail tip flicking idly, back and forth, while he waited.

“It’s not easy to talk about,” you said eventually.

Hana nodded, accepting. “I can see that.”

“I didn’t mean to- no.” You didn’t want to lie to him. “I did. I knew what was going to happen when I went there and I went anyway. I knew.”

Hana remained silent, his eyes flicking over to look at you. Another deep breath. “When I was there, I worked mostly in the town. It was a lot of stuff that I did. Repair work, maintenance, animal care, that kind of thing. Outside, but close to the center of the compound. That’s how you knew how important someone was. How close to the center they were. Eventually, I started getting called for other things. Maintenance on the hall itself, being a gopher for messages from the hall to the other workers or even bringing food into the officials. That was the first problem, I guess. The officials.

“There were a bunch of them, people who kind of ran things in the compound. I mean, I say a bunch. Probably around five or six. We never saw all of them. But Peter was one of the ones we saw, often. He was the… I don’t know. The charisma, maybe. His official job was something to do with assigning tasks and population management, but he really made people want to stay. He could talk to you and make you feel like the most important person in the world, or like the shit under his shoe. Peter could make you feel good about doing the most menial, backbreaking work every day because he could make you feel like you were doing something important.” You paused. You’d expected to feel upset or near tears, but you just felt oddly numb. “He made me feel important. About everything.”

Hana was a short distance away, watching with rapt attention. You couldn’t quite bring yourself to look at him, but you could tell he was paying attention. “He was nice to me, and I thought he was kind. I was so happy when he started getting me to work more in the hall. I thought it meant I was doing well. And eventually he started getting close. Asking me to take meals with just him. I thought it was strange, but I was happy. And then he started to ask for other things. And I thought… I can’t refuse him. Ever.

“The first time he tried to have sex with me, he was drunk. Like, pretty damn drunk. I let it happen because I wasn’t sure if he would remember it. I didn’t want to offend him if he did. I thought it was just a one-time thing. Except… the next time he was less drunk. And then the third time he wasn’t drunk at all. And every time I thought he wouldn’t do it again. By the time I realized it was going to keep happening, I had no idea how I was supposed to stop it. Refusing felt like I was suddenly kicking up a fuss over something that hadn’t been a big deal at first, but it had been a big deal all along!”

Your voice broke, rising in volume. Hana bristled, looking alarmed, but uncertain. Should he move closer? Back away? Comfort you? Seeing his panicked bewilderment, you took a deep breath and tried to relax. “It’s- I tried to stop it in small measures. Tried to tell him not now, or another time, or even tried to just cuddle.” You giggled, a little hysterically. “He wasn’t pleased. He got pushier. More demanding and more controlling. I started to get a little desperate. I talked about what was happening with some other people, but those who weren’t jealous or thought I was being ungrateful were scared of him. And then when he found out I was telling people, he was furious. Said I was trying to make other people jealous or get attention, even when I said that wasn’t what I was doing at all. He got more aggressive. Angrier with me. I couldn’t do anything right anymore, and every time I did something wrong, he threatened to send me away. I didn’t want to stay with him, but I didn’t want to leave, either. It was awful.

“I think I went crazy for a while. I was so stressed I couldn’t even think straight for ages. I just wanted him out of my life. I had access to a lot of things in the hall at that point, including the medicine storage. I thought if I slipped something into his wine when he was drunk enough, maybe I could pin it on his drinking, that he’d just had too much. It wasn’t like we could do autopsies. And that’s what I tried. Put a bunch of crushed-up sleeping pills into the wine and brought it too him when I thought he might already be too drunk to notice the taste. I’m not exactly sure what went wrong. Maybe he didn’t drink enough, or I put too little in, or maybe he was just in death throes. But he came at me, and I hit him. I think it killed him, or it was a combination of that and the medicine. So I panicked, tried to hide the body, and then, well. You know what happened after that.”

Hana was silent for a moment. He took in a deep breath, released it slowly. His eyes closed for a moment. “I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay.”

“It’s really, really not,” Hana said. “It’s gross. And fucked. And horrible. I’m glad ya killed him.” He turned toward the door with a murderous look in his eyes. “And that bitch was going to-”

“She didn’t know. Why would she? It’s not like most people knew what happened. She knows what they told her. I murdered one of our leaders. Honestly, getting thrown into the pit was a mercy for me. I thought they might string me up and have a torture free for all.”

Hana shuddered. It traveled along his shoulders and all down his tail. It was sort of funny to watch. “Fuck.”

“Yeah.” You weren’t sure what else to say. You were just tired.

Hana moved a little closer to you, but stayed out of touching distance. “I’ll talk to ‘em. If you want. Tell them not to- not to have ya here anymore. Ya don’t deserve it.”

“It’s fine.”

“It ain’t fine! Ya don’t deserve it!” There was a thump from outside, Hana’s tail swinging wildly. “It’s about not lettin’ them punish people who shouldn’t be punished!”

“I did kill a man,” you observe mildly.

“Yeah, and ya should have gotten a medal for it,” Hana huffed.

“I don’t really mind being here. It’s not so bad. Company’s nice.” You smiled at him. He frowned back.

“Thought ya didn’t like me.” He wasn’t saying it accusingly. Just as an observation.

“Oh. No, I don’t not like you. I know I freaked out last time I saw you. I got… worried when you were upset about Thierry.”

Hana drooped. “Eh. Yeah. That wasn’t my best moment. I didn’t mean to scare ya. I wasn’t thinking.”

“Running wasn’t my best moment, either,” you said. “I thought about coming back soon after I ran, but I was kinda embarrassed. Sorry.”

Hana laughed. “We both fucked up then, huh? Maybe me more than you. Glad you’re here now, though. S’good to see ya.”

“It’s good to see you too,” you said. “Like I said before.” Hana grinned, eyes crinkling at the corners.

Eventually, he departed back to the surface, but he spent much more of his time down in the cave with you. It was quietly peaceful. After what you estimated to be a few hours, the door banged and Hana perked up as food was slipped through the door. He managed to catch it before it closed completely and there were a few minutes of mumbled conversation. Hana retreated, letting the door close. He seemed smugly pleased with himself.

“I gave them a piece of my mind,” he said. “Not as much as I wanted to, but ya know. They wanted it to be all quick.” He shrugged. “They’re gonna let ya out soon. Didn’t tell ‘em too much, but I did say it was self-defense.”

“They believed you?” you asked, a bit skeptical.

“More or less. Honestly, I think they’d already gotten the idea that you killed someone high-ranking, and they’re more likely to call self-defense for that. When I told ‘em you’d killed someone in self-defense and they were a high-up, they seemed to be content.”

“It wasn’t really self-defense,” you said. “It was premeditated murder.”

Hana snorted. “He was raping ya. Ya stopped him. It was self-defense.”

It was such a simple sentence, but the way he’d said it, like it was obvious and clear, that you should have done it, that it was as simple as protecting yourself- it made you crumble. You dropped your head into your hands and whimpered. Hana froze, then slid closer. He seemed momentarily lost, until you slumped against him. You didn’t hold him back, but you allowed him to hold you while you shivered and whimpered. He was careful, keeping his touch light, but there. It wasn’t restrictive- just a reminder he was there for you.

Once you were done crying yourself out, you lay down and closed your eyes, exhausted. “I’m going to sleep,” you mumbled. “Let me know when they come to get me.”

Hana nodded. “Will do.” He lay down next to you, watching you lazily. “When ya get out of here… come back to visit me, yeah?”

You opened your eyes. Hana seemed… melancholy, tense. He was waiting for your answer. “Yeah,” you said. You slid your hand out over his. “You’re never going to get rid of me after this. Promise.”

Before you closed your eyes again, you saw Hana grinning.

True to his word, you were released from the cell and allowed to go back to your room. The newcomer still glared at you, but she never made any effort to do anything. In fact, a week later, she came up and gave a mumbled apology. You forgave her, at least enough to tolerate her presence.

And you were back on feeding duty for Hana. He was pleased every time you came by, always attentive and waiting. The feedings took longer now- sometimes so long that people had to come get you. It was just nice talking to Hana. The only issue was that it was uncomfortable for him to stay down for a long time. You hadn’t realized it before, as he never complained, but the tunnel was little tight around him, and his tail could cramp if he spent too long in there.

One day, as he was carefully retreating back through the tunnel, (he had to hold his arms out in front of him, lest they catch awkwardly on the uneven walls), you caught his attention. “I, uh. I couldn’t go up there with you, could I?”

He froze, arms still outstretched. “Ya want to?”

You huffed. “You don’t need to sound like it’s insane to want that.” “No, no, s’not what I meant.” He wriggled a little ways back out. “I meant, ya never want to go through here. It’s too tight for ya.”

“It’s tight,” you agreed. “But I want to try anyway.” Your heart was thundering just thinking about it, but you liked the idea of the fresh air and sunlight on the other side.

Hana pursed his lips. “Are ya sure? Not to doubt ya, but if ya get in and decide ya don’t like it, it’s gonna be hard to get back out.”

“I got it. Trust me.” You gave him a pleading look. He squirmed, restless in his worry. Then he sighed.

“I can’t stop ya. Just be careful.” He retreated again, slower this time. You took a deep breath and pressed inward.

You were going forward, instead of in reverse, so your arms were pinned to your sides within a few moments. You couldn’t move them an inch, could barely lift your head. You could kick your legs and wriggle to force yourself forward.

There was panic from the moment the stone walls restricted your arms, but the moment when they pinched in so tight you couldn’t move without some scratches was when it really set in. You tried not to breathe in great, whooping gasps, because that make dust fly up your nose and mouth and only increased the terror that you couldn’t breathe, but it was hard. The walls were so tight. You could barely breathe enough to scream, but you could make little noises of terror. There was a pale light distantly above and in front of you, but you couldn’t reach it. You could see the sun, but you were in the dark and you couldn’t bring yourself to move forward.

The pale light wobbled, then a shape moved across it. A head and shoulders. “Hey!” Hana called out. His voice echoed faintly down the tunnel. “Ya stopped moving.”

You tried to speak, but it came out as a thin squeak. Hana went very still. Then he spoke again, in a soft, gentle voice. “Hey. S’okay. Ya got this. It’s scary, yeah? Being stuck in there. But if ya just move your legs a little, ya can keep moving forward. Ya can get out. Just a little further.”

You groaned. But you kicked. Your legs thrust you forward. And Hana’s shape, backlit by the sun, got clearer and clearer.

His hand reached in as soon as you were close enough and he pulled, gripping your collar until you had wriggled free.

“There ya go!” Hana sagged in relief as you scrambled onto the dirt floor. “Whoo! Was a little worried.” He lowered himself to look into your face. “You’re okay? Nothin’ hurt?”

“Nah. Fine.” You could steady your breathing. “It was tighter than I remembered. But I’m okay now.”

You rolled onto your back, letting the warm kiss of the sun land across your face. “It’s a nice day.”

“Yeah,” Hana said, staring down at you. “It is.” He curled his body closer in around you, surrounding you in snaky coils. He didn’t block out the sun, careful to keep his body to the sides, rather than directly overtop you.

You reached out and tentatively patted his side. The snake body shifted under your touch, the scales slightly warm. Hana watched indulgently as you traced the scales with a finger. Then, finally, he lowered his upper body to the ground next to you. You lay there together for a bit, basking in the sun.

Hana shifted next to you, a little restless. “Are ya goin’ to be up here long?”

“Trying to get rid of me,” you teased. You couldn’t see his face from your angle, but you knew he was rolling his eyes.

“No. ‘Course not. Just wonderin’ if they were missing ya down there.” He was quiet for a moment. “Just thought ya might want to stay up here a bit longer.”

“I’m not eager to go into the tunnel again,” you agreed. “And it’s nice up here. The sun’s nice. Haven’t seen it in a while.” Hana shifted, as if impatient. “And the company is nice.”

“Just nice?” Hana poked. “Faint praise, isn’t it?”

“Well, maybe I could think of someone else I might want to hang out with. Thierry cou-” Hana lifted himself so he was leaning over you, practically pouting. His tail moved, curling even tighter around you. It could have been threatening, but you couldn’t stop yourself from giggling.

“Hey. What did I ever do to ya?” he complained. “I’ve been nothin’ but cordial to ya and now you’re just-”

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” you huffed. You reached up and petted his face. He closed his eyes, instantly melting into your touch. You brushed your fingers along his cheekbones. He looked quite peaceful. Happy. You had a sudden impulse.

Before you could think better of it, you pulled his face in and gave him a kiss on his forehead.

Hana’s eyes flew open. He blinked once, twice, startled. You wanted to giggle, but a flicker of nervousness in your guts stifled it. His tail curled in close, a tight mass of muscle. Despite that, he kept it from tightening so much that it would make you uncomfortable. “Did ya mean to do that?” he asked. You nodded. A slow grin spread across his face. “Then I’m going to have to return the favor. If ya don’t mind…”

No sooner had you nodded than you were covered in enthusiastic kisses from a snake man. Giggling at the ticklish feeling and wrapped in coils and arms, you felt… surprisingly safe. And not even a little afraid.

#exophilia #monster lover #male monster #naga boyfriend #naga #snake man #monster romance #ocxoc #naga lover #romance #sorry i didn't edit this one at all I have a cold and my head is foggy I just wanted to get it out

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The Ship and the Alien Pt. 3

M alien X GN reader, 5,478 words

Next chapter, whoo! The chapter after this might take a bit, since my birthday is next week and I might be taking a little time off then. I hope you're all enjoying! Now, let's make planetfall and see what the centaurs have planned next. Read part one here and part two here.

Content warnings: Mentions of medical examinations and procedures.

The shuttle trembled under your feet as soon as you entered the atmosphere and you clutched the straps of your seat tighter. You didn’t feel particularly secure there, which was because you weren’t particularly secure. The seats had all been designed for centaur body plans, with a flat seat, almost like a bed, with straps for the legs to be secured with. They’d needed to change it around for you, which meant you were strapped on your back on a table that was slightly too small for you with too-loose straps. It was probably secure enough that you weren’t going to get tossed to the ground, but it didn’t make you feel particularly safe.

“Three talcs to landing,” your centaur said, the little translation device buzzing by your ear. You gritted your teeth. ‘Talcs�� were slightly longer than minutes, so it was going to be a little bit before you hit the planet. Your stomach was already swarming with nerves and the violent shaking, which was getting worse by the second, was not helping.

The ship groaned ominously and the shaking started to taper off. The engines groaned, the air pressure went wonky enough to make your ears pop and ache. You could feel the acceleration slowing in the swoop of your stomach and you swallowed back nausea.

Everything went dizzyingly still. Your head swam, your ears still throbbing from the air pressure. How was it these people had invented sustained space flight and were still struggling with air pressure?

The other centaurs around you didn’t seem particularly comfortable either, but they gradually started to walk around, clearing things up as the door in the back of the ship opened. Your centaur walked over and clicked the straps open. “Doing all right?”

“Define ‘all right,’” you muttered. Your centaur made a sympathetic noise.

“I don’t like the landing, either,” he said. “Can you stand?”

Mostly just to prove you could, you shoved yourself upright. It was a little dizzying, but you’d been doing better with things like ‘standing’ and ‘being functional,’ so it wasn’t awful. Your centaur made a pleased little trilling noise.

As soon as you felt stable enough to do so, you headed toward the door with your centaurs. It scrolled open and you squinted in the blinding light of the sun. It was the first time you’d seen actual sunlight in… in how long? You weren’t even sure how long you’d been on The Ship, now that you thought about it. It could be hundreds of years. It could be thousands.

You were shocked out of your melancholy thoughts by the sound of intense chattering, thumping, popping, and other noises you recognized as hallmarks of the centaur language. It was hard to see beyond the brilliance of the sun, but the noise alone indicated there was a crowd.

Your centaur guided you out into the light and your adjusting eyes revealed what you already thought was the case: there were a lot of centaurs. It wasn’t the biggest crowd you’d ever seen before, but there was a fair amount, and as soon as they caught sight of you, they surged forward. A group of centaurs wearing what looked like dark green uniforms waved the crowd back, some of them making almost aggressive gestures when members of the crowd tried to surge forward. You pulled back against your centaur automatically and his tail came forward to swing around you in a defensive gesture.

Right in the front of the crowd was an enormous centaur, the biggest you’d ever seen- not by a big margin, but still. But their horns were the biggest by a decent margin, stretching back from their head so far you wondered how they actually managed to get their head through their clothes. They had to be several inches long. They were holding two long, lacquered and brightly colored, sticks in their arms, though when you saw them step forward, you realized what the sticks were- they were crutches.

They made their way forward slowly, other people parting with respect. Even the crowd seemed to calm down, like they were embarrassed to be acting up in front of this well-respected centaur.

“Ma’am,” your centaur said. He drew himself up as soon as she started approaching. He recognized her, but you couldn’t be sure if he knew her because he knew her or if he just knew of her.

“Hello,” she said, barely looking at him before her gaze swapped to you. Her eyes, dark as the night, bored into you. You felt the urge to straighten your spine. “You’re the new species.”

“Uhhh.” You glanced at your centaur. “Y- yes, ma’am.”

She lowered herself further to stare directly into your face. You blinked back into her dark, fathomless eyes. “Good to meet you,” she said after a moment. “I’m Celebration.”

More of those weird centaur names. You give her yours. She nods slowly, then turns away, her tail curling behind her. “Come, then. We have much to discuss.”

You and your centaur followed her as she stepped through the crowd. They seem mostly mollified by her presence, although a smaller centaur, one you assumed was relatively young, abruptly lunged forward and made to grab at your hair.

The reaction was immediate. They snagged only the cloth of your sleeve, but it was startling enough that you yelped and instantly tried to pull away. Your centaur lunged, baring his teeth- they were bigger than you had realized, with the canines on the bottom wickedly sharp. The centaur that had grabbed you jumped back, making a noise that was either frightened or amused, and as soon as they lost their grip on you, some of the uniformed centaurs closed in, hauling them off. You clutched at your arm where the centaur had grabbed- you hadn’t been hurt, but the entire experience had been unsettling.

“Come on,” your centaur said, ducking his head close to you so he could speak in a quiet, soothing voice. “We have to go, okay?” You stumbled along as he ushered you along. He’d been quite close before, but after the attack, his body language is highly protective.

It wasn’t much longer before you managed to escape the crowd and stepped into what resembled a cross between a bus and a car. It was smaller than a bus, but it had the same sort of tall, rectangular structure. The steering wheel was also designed more the like yoke used to steer a ship, and was positioned more centrally than the steering wheel on the busses you knew.

There were no seats. Apparently centaurs could lock their legs, like horses, and they would then be latched onto the floor by shoe-like structures, so their feet didn’t slide when the bus moved. Naturally, there were no straps that fit you, so you just held onto your centaur as the bus rolled out.

The scenery that rolled by was fascinating. Admittedly, you weren’t a botanist, so you couldn’t really tell most of the plants apart, but there were flashes of animals that definitely looked different from creatures on Earth. There were tiny, scaled creatures that zipped and darted around in the sky almost like birds or miniature Pteranodons. Sometimes you caught sight of a strange, moose-like creature reaching up to pull the branches of a tree down toward its muzzle with a hooved hand. There was even a lean, foxlike creature that slipped out from the undergrowth in pursuit of a smaller creature that was difficult to see. It snapped out a clawed forelimb, puncturing the creature in a single motion, then skittered away once more. Apparently this wasn’t a common sight, because your centaur murmured with excitement when he spotted it.

“Volk,” he said when you asked what it was called. “They’re shy creatures, and they don’t come near civilization often. But they’re signs of good fortune when they do- they hunt almost exclusively pest animals.”

Good fortune. You could use a little of that. Hopefully the rumors about such a creature were right.

The ride wasn’t long, thankfully, and it ended at a massive building. The entire thing seemed to be constructed of wood and some clear substance that resembled glass, but wasn’t- it looked too matte and didn’t catch the light correctly. It was quite low to the ground, as were the few other buildings surrounding it, and used primarily rounded edges in its design as opposed to the hard, rectangular angles you were used to. Or, had been used to, before The Ship. Everything had been rounded there. All the better to fly through space with.

You winced. The Ship. The rest of The Ship, more accurately. There were other people out there. Not people you knew, but other people regardless. You needed to find them. If these people were supposed to be saving endangered species, then certainly they’d want to find more of your kind, right? It wasn’t like you could reproduce on your own. Without any other humans, you’d be… You’d be…

You didn’t want to dwell too much on that thought.

“Are you all right?” Your centaur nudged your side with one of his arms and you startled. You’d been walking through the building on autopilot, and completely missed when everyone else turned.

“Yes,” you said, hurrying back to his side. “I was just thinking.”

Celebration (it was weird to think of that as her name- sort of My Little Pony-esque) stopped in front of a room and gestured for you to go inside. You hesitated. The entire thing was about the same size as a walk-in closet, much deeper than it was wide. There looked to be about standing room for one centaur in there. “You want me to get in there?” you asked, apprehension making your voice pitch upward. “Why? What is it?”

“It’s a shower,” Celebration said, matter-of-factly. You gaped for a moment, then practically bolted inside. A shower! A real, actual, water-based shower and not the ‘cleaning gel’ that just kind of sloughed the dirt off your skin and made you feel sticky for ages afterward no matter how well you toweled off.

“Take off your clothes and press the button here to start it. It will run on a natural cycle, so there’s no need to touch anything else.” Celebration leaned back and started to talk with your centaur, but the translation bot had already drifted out of the chamber and before you could even tell it to come back, the door was sliding shut.

The enticement of a good shower didn’t let you dwell on that discomfort for long. You stripped, pressed the button on the wall and waited.

There was a humid mist, then nozzles inserted in the walls sprayed jet streams of water at you. It was a little more powerful than you’d expected it- the water made you stumble for a second before you could properly brace yourself against it. It also wasn’t just water- your nose picked up on a slight chemical scent to the air, and when you rubbed the water into your body, it foamed a little. After a couple of minutes, the soapy water petered out. A moment later, it was replaced with another jet of clear water, which rinsed you off. You felt great you’d been shaved before going into the pod. The only hair on your body was short, so it didn’t take much effort to wash.

Eventually, the water clicked off again. You had a couple of seconds to spit excess water out of your mouth before there was a low whirr. Fans kicked on and you threw your hands over your face as the air blasted you dry. It wasn’t comfortable, like being trapped in a hair dryer, but it did get you dry quite efficiently.

The shower went silent, except for one of the nozzles gently dripping water. It was quite humid in there, with condensation still clinging to the walls. You walked over to the door and pressed your hand to it. There was no knob. How were you supposed to open it?

You glanced around the room. There was only the little button that had started the shower, not any other ones that might open a door. Hell, the shower wasn’t even particularly well-lit. You could barely see the outline where the door was.

What the fuck. Had they trapped you in there?

Your first instinct was to pound on the door, but the instant your hand met the hard metal surface, you yelped in pain. It hurt. You hadn’t even hit it that hard- had the hibernation made your body weaker overall. You considered kicking the door instead, but you couldn’t imagine it would go any better, and it would be hard to walk on a broken foot.

Despite the little rectangle being quite warm, you started to shiver. You were alone. Trapped in this little space. What were you going to do? Why had you even gotten into this damn square in the first place? For all you knew, the shower had been a trick and within a moment the nozzles were going to spray you with an anesthetic and you were going to be dragged off to be dissected and analyzed and, if you were lucky, put into a zoo, and if not-

The door scrolled open and your little translator drone zipped in just ahead of your centaur. He blinked at you. “Are you all right? I head a bang-”

You slammed into his chest before you consciously realized you were running toward him. He didn’t stumble, but he swayed a little with the movement. One of his arms came up a little awkwardly to mimic the hold you had on him. Did centaurs even hug, usually? He was at least trying. That was nice.

“Are you all right?” The little clicking and thumping noises he made were almost louder than the translated voice the robot offered. “Did you get hurt?” He gently pried me off of him, or at least tried to. His arms seemed to be weaker than human arms, and his wrists lacked the same mobility, so he couldn’t get a good grip.

“I’m okay,” you said, letting go of him. He glanced you over, clearly trying to check if you weren’t really injured, and you abruptly became aware that you still weren’t wearing anything. And you had hugged him. Whoops. “I, uh. Couldn’t open it from the inside. I panicked a little.”

“They automatically release,” he said. “These ones are older, so the release is a bit slower.”

“Oh.” You felt ridiculous. You had panicked over an automatic door. In a desperate effort to save face, you changed the topic. “Where’s the other lady? Uhh. Celebration, that was her name, right?”

“Celebration?” There was a bit of a pause and your centaur’s face scrunched a little. Crap, was that not her name? Was forgetting a name extremely poor etiquette here? If it was, you were so fucked, you couldn’t remember anything ever.

“Oh,” your centaur said abruptly, like he’d finished whatever internal conversation he’d been having. “I see. Yes, Celebration, then. She’s gone ahead to speak to some of the other leadership. I’m supposed to bring you to them.”

You shuffled a little. “Do I get clothes before that?”

He laughed a little. “They only transported some of your clothes here, but I’m sure we can find something that’ll fit.”

He took you to a small room packed with transport boxes. You recognized them- they were made of the same space-safe material as everything else on The Ship. Your centaur popped one open and offered the box to you. It was packed tight with an assortment of clothes- mostly the same standard hospital-gown like stuff, but there was warm weather gear when you dug a little deeper, and even a few normal t-shirts and shorts. You chose that outfit, since the planet had been warm when you’d been outside. It was nice to have an upgrade from the hospital gown you’d been wearing around.

Once you were dressed, your centaur let you explore the rest of the boxes. There were boxes of spare parts, farming tools, medical supplies- most of the stuff you’d expected on the ship. There was only one noticeable absence.

“Where’s the seed crate?” There was a crate in each section of the ship that was more or less the pod version of a crate. It kept all the seeds in a carefully climate-controlled box to keep them preserved, so even if we landed on a mostly-deserted planet, we could still terraform it with plants we had. There had been a desire to do that for the animals of earth, as well, but there had been no good way for reviving them from DNA once we landed, and we couldn’t spare the space for all the live animals we would need to keep the species alive.

“It was kept up there.” Your centaur pointed toward the ceiling. Still in space, probably. “It was kept there for quarantine- We don’t want potentially invasive seeds hitting out planet. It’s more likely they’ll be harmless than harmful, but there have been records of only a few accidental seed releases destroying ecosystems on other planets.”

That was sensible enough. The seeds could last in stasis for a long time, and maybe they would eventually come across a planet that could support them.

Your centaur’s clothes beeped and he pulled a small, thick device from his pocket and glanced at it. “Oh.” He tapped his foreleg nervously against the ground. “Hm. It seems they’re ready for us.”

“Ready for us?” Your centaur turned toward the door, gesturing for you to follow him with his tail.

“The council. They want to talk to us. Well, to you.” He glanced back to me. “We don’t want to keep them waiting.”

“Right.” You followed him, almost tripping over your own legs in your anxiety. You were about to speak to some ‘council’ that was going to decide your fate. Maybe even the fate of humans in general, if they decided to abandon the ship. Your heart felt like it was pounding out of your chest and swelling to constrict your throat at the same time.

Your centaur led you through the building to a large doorway. He paused, giving one final glance back at you, before stepping forward and, without so much of a knock, opening the door.

Maybe it had been melodramatic, but you’d been expecting a large, shadowy room, maybe with large, court like furniture to complete the aesthetic. It was not that. In fact, the room was a little more like a sunroom combined with a nice meeting room. There was a lot of sunlight from the massive windows set in the roof, there were a few pillows, cushions, and other soft objects scattered around the room, and the centaurs milling around all seemed relaxed and cheerful. It wasn’t quite the intimidating scene you’d expected.

As you and your centaur entered the room, several people looked over at you. They expressions were nakedly curious. Celebration, the only centaur you recognized out of all of them, drew herself up and made loud thumping noises, pulsing them from deep in her chest. The other centaurs dropped what they were doing and gathered close. Your centaur guided you to the middle of the room, then backed away. You glanced at him, worried, and he gave you a reassuring look.

“I’m glad you’re here,” Celebration said. “I’m certain you have much that you’d like to ask us, but I think I will start with our most pressing concern first: How do we ensure your continued safety and health?”

You stayed silent for a moment before you realized the question was not rhetorical. “You’re asking me?”

“You would be the person who would have the best knowledge of such a thing,” Celebration said. “We would like for you to be able to express your needs here.”

“Then…” What did you need most? The answer came to your head with surprising ease. “Then we need to find the rest of the humans. The ones in the part of The Ship that wasn’t destroyed. That’s what will help me.”

There was a pause. It hadn’t been the answer they were expecting, you were sure of that. Celebration turned to murmur something to the centaur next to her, who pricked their ears in interest. The translator didn’t pick any of that conversation up. You turned to see your centaur’s gaze. He gazed back encouragingly.

Celebration turned back to you. “The search for the remainder of your ship is already underway. It is highly recommended that you do not participate in it, however. Your status as the only member of your species currently living means you are in a delicate position. We cannot allow the risking of your life for this- and scrolling for lost ships in unknown space is always dangerous. That is not a risk we are willing to take.”

“Not a risk you’re willing to take?” The words practically exploded out of you. “It’s my life! It’s a risk I’m willing to take! What’s even the point of protecting me as the last of my species if I can’t get to the other members? I’ll just die out in, I don’t know, forty to fifty years. Without other humans, there’s no point.”

“You life is more valuable than you give yourself credit for. Even as an endling, you still retain great knowledge of your own species, of your customs, of things that are unique to you. Even if we never find the rest of your species, you are still valuable and we do not want you to die.” You squeezed your eyes shut, trying to block the tears that were welling up. “Of course, we understand you want to seek out members of your own species. I am sorry that you cannot do that. But it is dangerous and you are too valuable to do so. We will do our best to bring them to you as soon as possible. We promise.”

You gritted your teeth, stiffened your shoulders, and stared down at the ground. You didn’t speak. You were going to cry if you spoke. And you did not want to cry in front of all these strange aliens.

Celebration shifted her weight between all her legs. Clearly this was making her uncomfortable. Good. You felt some bitter satisfaction. “We would like your input on what would make you feel more comfortable while you’re staying here.” Her voice was gentle. You clenched your fists.

“I told you already what would make me more comfortable.” Your voice was tight with your efforts not to cry. “I don’t know of anything else.”

There was long pause. Celebration rumbled quietly, though her expression was unreadable and there was no translation to help you out. She turned and spoke quietly to the centaur next to her. Finally, she turned back to you. Her voice was softer than you expected it to be. “Very well. We will continue our efforts to bring your people back to you. In the meantime, you’ll be staying here. We will provide you with room and food until we can set up your own home for you to stay in. Materials will be translated and provided to you for you to learn about our culture and way of life in this community. You may ask us for anything you wish, as long as it makes your stay more comfortable. We will be working to make your area as comfortable for a human as we can.”

You nodded once. Your eyes still had that heavy, overly full feeling, like you were going to cry at any moment and you didn’t want to. You didn’t want to cry in front of them.

There was a long pause, like maybe she was waiting for you to add something else. She rumbled softly when you didn’t say anything else. “Grove-peace.” You blinking in confusion before your centaur stepped forward, head lowered. “You will continue seeing to the human’s needs, yes?” He lowered his head and bent his forelimbs in a show of submission. “Please, do so.”

Your centaur trotted over to you, placing his body between yours and the other centaurs of the counsel. But he didn’t push you along like you thought he was going to. Instead, he stood by your side, like he was waiting for your signal. A few of the other centaurs murmured and rumbled to each other, maybe in irritation, but despite his ears folding back against his head, he didn’t move. Finally, you gathered yourself enough to move forward and waved at him to do the same.

He trotted ahead of you as you left the room, taking the lead to guide you along the half to what was presumably your room. He was patient even when you came to a stop a few times to calm your wobbly breathing.

“I’m sorry,” he said to you as you headed deeper into the facility. You bit your lower lip as the stinging tears welled up again. You didn’t want to cry. “I… I wish there was something I could do. You’re right, it’s not fair that you can’t go with them to look for your people. I know why you can’t but…” He trailed off, shaking his head. “I’m sorry.”

You didn’t say anything, and he didn’t try to start a conversation after that. He just kept his gaze locked forward as he walked.

Eventually, you came across a room. It was prettier than the rooms you’d been allowed on the spaceships you’d been on. The walls were made of a dark brown wood, with tiny splashes of green and deep blue. The bed was clearly designed for a centaur, and presumably an injured one at that, since it was larger than you needed. But you didn’t mind. You crawled into it, barely sparing a glance at the other parts of the room. You wanted to sleep.

Your centaur, Grove-peace, you needed to remember that, padded across the room, silently inspecting things. You could hear him shift a few things around, examining things from all angles. Half of you wanted to tell him to just get out, to leave you alone. The other half wanted him to stay, almost desperately so. Please, I don’t want to be alone, I don’t want to, why am I alone, how can I not be alone ever again-

You curled further into your bed, burying your face in the blankets and squeezing them to your chest like a stuffed animal. Tears dripped down your face, smearing against the cloth you’d buried yourself in. It was smothering but you couldn’t bring yourself to leave.

It took some time, but eventually, you fell asleep. It wasn’t a restful sleep- in fact, you felt far more exhausted when you woke up than when you fell asleep. Your mouth was dry and sticky and a heavy lump of nausea swirled in your stomach. You unburied yourself, the cool air pleasant against your overheated skin. The room, small enough that you could see all corners of it from the bed, was empty. You couldn’t tell if you were okay with that or not.

There was a slightly-ajar door across the room leading to what you assumed was a bathroom. It was probably a good idea to go there. Relieve yourself, get a drink of water, even if you had to slurp it up straight from the tap. But you couldn’t get your body to move. Even relieving physical needs wasn’t enough motivation to get out of bed. Maybe you could stay in there forever.

Time was like a thick sludge- it slipped by slowly, in clumps, indeterminate in length. There was no clock in the room. Or maybe there was, but it just wasn’t recognizable as one. You shivered under the covers of the bed. Was the room cold, or was it just you? Your fingertips felt oddly tingly and numb.

There was a hiss-click noise and the door opened. Grove-peace trotted inside. His expression was weary, though when he saw you staring at him, he perked up a little. He was carrying a bag looped over one of his arms. “There you are. Did you just wake up?” He trotted closer and locked his legs next to the bed. “I brought you food- sorry, the meeting went on and I had to go back for a little while. They’re looking for a place to get you set up with a home- a real home, not just staying here. They’ll probably be asking after you for your preferences in a few days, seeing if you want to live close to a town or a city or more on your own, but I said they should let your rest for now.” He took in another breath, to continue, then let it out in a sigh. “Ah, sorry. I’m rambling, and it’s late. You must be starving.” He offered you a few of the dried food rations. “I got you some options.”

You picked up one of the fruit and nut bars. It wasn’t like a granola bar- it was more like a slurry of fruit and nuts mixed together and dried into a jerky-like stick. Very chewy, but sweeter than anything of the other dried options you had. Barely even bothering to sit up, you unwrapped half the bar and crammed it into your mouth.

It was weird- it didn’t taste any different than normal. It wasn’t stale (if such things could go stale, since they’d never been fresh in the first place) and it wasn’t rotten (again, if such things could become rotten). But it tasted like ash on your tongue and swallowing it was like swallowing pebbles. Your throat convulsed around it like your body wasn’t sure whether to accept or reject it.

Grove-peace watched you, ears drawn back. “Are you all right?” His voice pitched anxiously and he fumbled through the bag. “Here, have some water.”

You swallowed a few sips. The water didn’t taste bad, either, maybe a bit too hard. But it was still an effort just to get it through your mouth and throat. Grove-peace’s ears ticked anxiously. He plied you with a few more bites of food, but you didn’t eat. You couldn’t bring yourself to.

He ran a hand along your head. There was a tremble to his fingers. “I’m going to go get a doctor, okay? I’ll be right back.”

His footsteps headed toward the door. They were significantly faster than when he’d come in.

As it turns out, ‘get a doctor’ had been sort of an understatement. Because he ended up getting several doctors. And there were a couple others milling around outside the room, like they were just waiting for a chance to come in and inspect you as well. The poking and prodding wasn’t significantly invasive, and you couldn’t bring yourself to resist. You let them roll you over, scan you with machines, compare all of them against whatever data they’d gathered from The Ship. Eventually, they came to some kind of conclusion and most of them filtered out of the room, probably to go fight over who got to be the primary care doctor for the fun new species. Grove-peace and another doctor stayed in the room and spoke quietly to one another for a moment. Grove-peace seemed upset, but you couldn’t make out what they were saying. The translator hovered next to you, apparently uninterested in helping you out. Not that it really mattered what they were saying. Know it or not, you clearly didn’t have much of a say in what happened to you.

The last doctor left after a while of a quasi-arguing with Grove-peace. Once the door closed, he swayed on his paws, scrubbing at his face with a wrist. He looked tired, now that I was getting a proper glance at him. His legs wobbled and he had to quickly correct his posture before he fell over a couple of times. It was a bit late, wasn’t it? How long had the doctors been here for? You hadn’t been really paying attention.

“You should go home,” you said from under the pile of blankets you were housed in. He started, glancing over his shoulder at you. Maybe he hadn’t been expecting you to be awake.

He trotted over to the bedside and folded his legs in a kneel. “I think I’ll stay for a bit longer,” he said. “If you don’t mind.” He looked at you, waiting for your answer. Huh. He was really asking. If you didn’t want him to stay, he wouldn’t.

“No,” you said, letting your eyes drift shut. “You can stay.”

The room was a little more peaceful with him around, after all.

Part 4 here

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