How I Met My Favourite Fictional Creatures (A Made in Abyss FanFic)

Probably Night

Flickering, my eyes begin to open. Something comes into my vision, a light that's blinding. There's an added warmth to it, one side of my body feels it too, a roaring that comforts me, yet my back is rather cold. I recognize the feeling almost immediately, a fire. I turn and I realize that I'm on the ground, grass poking my spine, freezing dirt on my hand I use to support myself, the other rubbing my eyes so that I can adjust to the light and dark contrast. It's so cold, yet so pleasantly hot, though I cannot look at the flames. I instead scan around them.

My eyes are burdened as I sit up, seeing the one who tried to attack me before. But she's on the other side of the burns, or to be more specific, the campfire. She's staring at me, probably because I woke up. Yet her back is turned to me, and I also see that she has many titles but my eyes try to diverge from her. I can't stand her gaze, it is sharp, like she blames me for something. Anyway, my mind is hazy and I look to the sky. There are stars shining, not many but the Moon is full, or so it seems. The sky is dark blue that bleeds into a black the further I trace my gaze around, though it calms me. I like the mixture of being chilly and seeing the night, it's natural, something I appreciate. Maybe it'd be better with more stars, though that thought doesn't linger long. I can't keep avoiding the present problem: Where am I?

I bring my attention back to Faputa; she's not staring at me anymore. She probably thinks that I'm no danger, she is a fool. However, I won't do anything since I am quite tired despite just waking up. I'm drowsy and my thoughts make my head feel swollen, so I take a deep breath and exhale loudly. I have to compose myself, but I can see her glancing at me. Am I meant to be quiet? Damn thing, you turn my world upside down and watch me like I'm out of this world. You're the one who shouldn't be here, but I digress. There's no use in making my head hurt again as I'm only okay-ish.

Ripping my gaze away from her, I spot something in the corner of my eyes. A sleeping bag of fur, one that is softly inflating and deflating, breathing with the cracks of the fire, and I bite my lower lip. There's a bitter taste in my mouth, why do I have to see this creature? Shades of blue as its pants and a heavy helmet made out of fur of a darker gray and something else that I can't describe. It feels incredibly wrong that these things exist, something inside tears my mind apart, perhaps even the concept of humanity. If people found out about these beings, the world might fall apart, causing riots and worse. Yet if just the government knew of them, then their fates would be sealed to research, but now I have to focus on my own survival. I have to not get killed by Faputa here, I have to be slow and gentle with what I do next. I've got to think this through.

It's obvious from before that she does not understand me, neither does the other one. We can only communicate in senses, signs, reflexes; primal language. My mouth is dry, and my throat is sore, I need water, how can I convey that? The taste of nothing is getting overwhelming, I hope that they do have some liquid for me... Even though I don't know why they're keeping me. Do they feel bad? Do they want something from me? Am I just coming along for the ride now that I know of them? Why didn't they kill me? Would they even want to kill someone?

Even though I am a liability, I clear my throat, low enough so that the sleeping one doesn't wake up, but loud enough so that I can catch the black one off guard. However, she just keeps staring at me as if not phased at all. I almost just shut up so that I don't disturb her but I'm really desperate to drink something. With a weak gesture, I point my index finger on one hand to my mouth which is open, stretching my finger out and back. It feels pretty stupid but it should convey what I need. Right?

I do seem to spark something within her, she finally turns herself fully to me, though that makes me realize the fact that her body is inconsistent with clothes. She has none of them, the embers light up and show her bare torso. It does make sense, in my head at least since she is usually depicted with nothing or some goggles she had in an arc, but I'm totally taken aback. She does have curves, perhaps small but they're visible, I have daydreamed about this moment. Yet I have to keep myself focused, so I try to maintain eye contact despite initially drawing a sharp breath. She's too dense to pick up on my slight hesitation, so she crawls on her six around the campfire, being careful to not pick up a flame with her tails. Her cautious movements display her early unease, but I do nothing as she draws closer, trying to just seem desperate and nothing else. The distance between us is becoming nonexistent, and I wonder what she will do. My breath is heavy, I share discomfort, and she stops when her head is my main focus, only noticing the mixture of orange and yellow color in the background.