•New And Old Faces•

Chapter II: Tongasoa aty amin'ny Helo!

Here is the second chapter folks I hope you enjoy it! It was another pain in the ass to write but nevertheless I had fun! Mostly. But still! Some part were DIFFICULT TO WRITE OMG-

Ahem. Sorry. Anyway I think I'm getting too carried away with those notes but that's not related tee-hee-

H o w e v e r, on a related note this time: Fun fact! This chapter was a supposed to be long but then I decided to cut it in half, not because of the amount of words (I'm so irregular when it comes to that it's just ridiculous at this rate-) but the content of the next chapter is a pet peeve of mine thus I wanted to prepare myself a bit. You'll see eventually in the tw and the upcoming following words.

Alsoooo talking about Tw: Implied/referred human and countryhumans (pretty odd but I'm pretty sure you get it now-) trafficking, Implied/referred sexual and nonsexual slavery

⚠️Reminder that I don't support any of those. I'm only writing it for the sake of the story.

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If Tuvalu thought that having to wake up from the dead was the most painful and tiresome awakening he had, he was particularly right.

Except that was also the first time he woke up from a near out of body experience sprinkled with fever dreams and crisis.

And OH B O Y. THAT was P A I N F U L.

At least, he sensed that he was in a more comfortable position, laying down, four limbs all free with no restraints and (partially) fresh air if we can say that in that way. His hearing was still shitty but better than the last time and the waves weren't making him feel the urge to vomit for once.

Another detail he noticed in his unwanted slumber was the fact that, this time, there were two distinct voices. He could recognize Palau's albeit instead of the calm, soothing tone he used to wake him up the first time, it was a bit harsher and commanding, snapping and accentuating aach word he said. The other one was... Definitely not a voice he could recall nor put a finger on who it might be.

First thing first he could discern in his drowned state was the language the other voice spoke, which surely not something that Tuvalu could guess on. He couldn't be an European language nor whatever they use as a communication link, the accent as too pushy on the "r" and less a Polynesian one, at least not close to this branch of the family. It did had a few words he could pretend he knew its meaning.

Second thing, whoever had that voice belonged to was s c a r e d.

Really. Every time Palau would talk, the other would quiver in his syllables and the amount of stuttering was enough to surprise him. Clearly, either the person was probably intimidated by Palau or just scared in general but the first option seemed more probable.

Slowly but surely, the bulky amount of cotton in his mind began to blur out and dissipate, his eyes, out of instinct, started to twitch in his state of trance, an unwanted groan of pain escaped his lips.

"Tuvalu?"

Great, the scheme was back. And if he was more unlucky enough than he already is, he would go back to the suffocating and macabre basement under the unknown ship that he and Palau were trapped in.

Instead, he heard the other voice and, finally, he could discern fully what they were saying.

"Nga ny anarany Tuvalu?? (His name is Tuvalu??)" It asked before Palau shushed him hastily. The tuvaluan felt arms holding his upper body and sat him up. He opened his eye his slow, agonizing way albeit it was less intense than the first time.

"What the fu-" he said, not facing Palau but instead a human, staring right into his soul, looking at him like he was a wonder in the pejorative way.

To say it was a frightening sight, enough to be added in a horror movie would be an understatement.