A World Once Familiar (Splatoon/Subnautica x Male Reader)

25: An Igniting Star

"Ugh..." you slowly sat up in bed, holding your head, which was lightly hurting. It wasn't super horrible, but it did kind of suck. You looked around at the room, which you slowly began to recognize as not your own. You looked down at your lap, where 8 was curled up in a blanket, much to your confusion.

  What kind of stuff would lead from taking shots to 8 sleeping in your lap?

  Your headache was starting to fade as nausea began to build up in your mind. You moved as carefully as you could, setting 8 down as you left the room, looking for something to throw up in. In front of the bedroom door, someone had set a bucket. Thankful, you grabbed it, retching into it. From your mouth, a few large globs of dull yellow... stuff fell. They hit the bucket with a sickening plop, followed by some more.

  You look at it with some confusion, spitting out some last traces of it. It still tasted like alcohol. Was that... the enzyme? You blinked a few times, noticing that your headache had already faded.

  So... other than curing the Kharaa and letting your body produce more of it, the enzyme... absorbed the alcohol you drank, and you threw it up, ridding your body of alcohol.

  You sighed, sitting back and taking a few breaths. Your mind was completely clear now. No headache, no hangover. You reached into your pocket, pulling out your phone. Opening up the camera, you flipped it to the front view, taking a look at your hair. The visible enzyme hadn't changed at all, to your slight surprise. You put your phone away, standing up. You looked down at the enzyme throw up in the bucket, cringing at the smell. You picked up the bucket, looking for some means of disposal.

  You settled for using some air freshener on the trash can before and after dumping the enzyme. Now... where were the others?

  You looked into the living room first. Callie was groaning in her sleep, a bucket at her side already halfway full, and not with any enzymes, that was for sure. You moved on to the room you all partied in, noting the presence of 3, who was snoring face down on the table. You hesitated before leaving, deciding to shift her head so that it rested on a folded towel.

  Marie was in a guest room, something that kind of surprised you, while Pearl had fallen asleep in her bed. When you opened Marina's room door to check in there, you found the said Octoling leaning against her bed, holding a bucket.

  "Oh, you're awake." You mentioned. Marina looked up at you, barely holding back a retch.

  "Hey, Y/n." She greeted you weakly. You gave her a short wave, walking in.

  "You... need something there? You look really hung over." You pointed out. Marina nodded, holding a fist to her mouth.

  "Um... my bathroom-urk-cabinet. White box. Pills. Give. Please." Was all she got out before she instinctively leaned over her bucket. The sound of liquid splashing made itself heard as a vile smell entered your nose. You plugged it, entering Marina's bathroom. Ignoring the several makeup products and accessories on the counter, you squatted to the cabinet under the sink. You rustled through it for a bit, brushing past toilet paper and feminine hygiene products to find a small white box. You grabbed it before opening it. Inside was one of those plastic pill container things, the ones people remove pills from out of order to trigger people with fake OCD.

  You took the box back to Marina, who grabbed it. She took a water battle beside her, and took out a pill, downing it with some water.

  "Thanks..." She sighed, looking at the bucket.

  "You... don't seem very... hung over." She pointed out.

  "Enzyme. I think it absorbed the alcohol or something, because I felt fine after throwing it up." You told her. Marina groaned, taking a deep breath.