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

15: Autophobia

  Y/n L/n's Deep Space Log: Entry 1

  Space was everything one could expect. Dark, quiet, almost peaceful.

  It was a beautiful change of pace from the constant survival 4546B forced out of you. And you had to get used to this, because according to the console of the Neptune, you had several months before you reached Earth again.

  The pane of metal that dislodged itself from the wall was put back, using the repair tool.

  ...

  ...and, just like that, all the big things you needed to do for the day were done. There was no longer a struggle for food, water, air. It was just, drifting through space as you waited to arrive at home.

  Ashley's card drifted by, happily smiling as you moved into the storage you had set up, looking for some paper, and pens.

  Once again, as had become the norm by now, you sat up in bed, gasping for air, sweat heading down your face. You looked around the room you were in, nervously swallowing. To your right was 8, still wrapped up in your blankets and fast asleep. You looked from her to your nightstand, where the mugs you used yesterday were.

  You pushed yourself off the bed, walking to your dresser. Taking fresh clothes and a towel, you walked into the bathroom, turning on the shower.

  In your room, alone, 8 slowly stirred awake to knocking on the door. She blinked a few times, before sitting up, keeping the blankets around her shoulders.

  She looked at the two empty mugs on the nightstand, remembering that hot chocolate you made the previous night.

  I hope there's some more... her attention was taken when another set of knocks erupted on the door. 8 stood up, walking over to it, opening it to reveal a certain green inkling.

  "8? What are you doing in here?" 3 asked, clearly shocked to see the Octoling in the room occupied by her rival agent. 8 looked to the window, pointing at it.

  "Rain kept me awake. Y/n helped me fall asleep." She explained. She was beginning to learn, but she couldn't say much outside of simple sentences.

  "Why didn't you come get me, or Pearl, or Marina?" 3 asked, still shook. 8 shook her head in response, drawing the blankets closer around her.

  "Nobody would answer. You were all asleep. Y/n was not." She answered. 3 looked past 8, into the room.

  "Hm... did he do anything to you?" 3 asked. 8 nodded, pointing at the empty cups.

  "Gave me a drink. It's called... hot chocolate." She explained. 3 raised a brow, almost in disbelief.

  "Y/n gave you hot coco?" She asked. 8 nodded vigorously.

  "Okay, sure, I'll buy that, if you tell me where there's any mix in this house." 3 challenged. 8 shook her head.

  "He used milk, chocolate, and lots of other things too. Made it himself. He said his mom taught him how." 8 went on. Before 3 could ask any more questions, the shower turned off.

  "And he's in the shower right now. Great." 3 growled, grabbing her splattershot.

  "Listen, if he comes out naked, I'm sending him to hell." 3 told her Octoling friend.

  "Hell? Where is that?" 8 asked. Realizing her mistake, 3 looked away for a moment.

  "Don't worry about it." 3 aimed her splattershot at the door as it opened. From behind it, you emerged, dressed in your normal attire.