Splatoon 3 x Male? Human? Reader?

Chapter 27 - Thoughts

The same old thing again, homework and sickness. I don't want to take so long between chapters and I say I won't, but that hasn't been proven. Expect around the same pace each chapter has been releasing, unless I put my mind to it.

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An endless void.
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A descending body.
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At a loss for words.
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Should you be afraid ? What is there to be afraid about ?
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The life beyond your own ?
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What an interesting topic.
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   (Y/n): *Gasp* . . .

You open your eyes and instantly sit yourself up from your position.

Your vision is limited, the right eye is blocked by cloth and hurts like he**.

Your entire body feels horrible. Worse than anything else.

Covered in bandages that feel fresh on your skin.

You still have your cloak and pants on, but the rest is either covered with bandages or left uncovered.

Your hand looked so . . . used . . worn. You could see little parts where your skin was peeling and other little bumps, calluses maybe ? It looked like it was tearing apart.

Similarly, your leg was red, irritated, and had marks from the day before.

After looking around a bit, you could see yourself in a room, with a large window and a view of the weapons shop of Splatsville from a place high up, the bed with a white pillow and blanket you slept on, two small shelves to your left wall, and two big slippers on the ground.

   (Y/n): T- *coughs*

Can't speak, huh ? That poison truly did a number on me. I feel so . . . wrong. Something no one here saw, happened, out there.

Maybe those people ? What were their names again . . . Claire and the boy in my head . . . what happened to them ?

I would say this is no time to think about that, but the sun looks to be rising from a low level, so it is likely the morning of the . . *gulps* . . 10th day.

You decide to, first, investigate the place you're in. It doesn't seem like any lab or place using illusions, so let's investigate.

You put on the leftover slippers and start to stand up, but you can't get further than a few inches off the ground. You hit the ground and just sit there, wanting to push forward, but what's the point ?

If standing isn't much of an option, I can just crawl.

With a hesitant, but still motivated expression, you lay on your stomach and use your arms and elbows to slowly move toward the nearby wooden door.

Reaching far and lifting what little you can, you grip the bronze knob and twist. The door creaks as it opens slowly to the right.

You crawl more and more, finding yourself in a short hallway with two other doors to your right and an opening to a larger room to your left.

Without much thought about the doors, you investigate the opening, and by investigating, I mean spending a good minute moving forward to see what exactly was around the corner.

After a while, you get there, although, with your arms hurting and dusty from the hard wooden floor.

The first thing you see around the corner is . . . Sofia . . . eating cereal . . alone. You attempt to speak out but to no avail. You try the next best thing, lifting your arm high, clenching your fist, and hitting the ground with whatever energy is left over.