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

18: Alienation

  "Really, and how would that be?" Pearl asked.

  "Glad you asked."

  He simply appeared on the street, and you happened to find him? Likely story

You really expect him to just be a normal person on the streets? He's homeless, you know. You never know if that's for a reason

You insist he's a good person, but what do you have to back that up? Him not immediately stabbing you and Pearl?

  Your hand was frozen over the kitchen doorknob, an inch away from grabbing it.

  "3, there's no need to be so aggressive about that." Marina scolded from the other side of the door.

  "If there's no need for that, then please, explain to me how if he's actually homeless and so helpless that you just have to help him, then how come you didn't find him out on the streets until that one night." 3 insisted. You lowered your hand from the doorknob, listening to the dreadful silence from the kitchen.

  "That's what Pearl and I are trying to find out." Marina explained.

  "Okay, that's cool and all, but please tell me why you refuse to accept the possibility that the answer isn't what you think it is." 3's voice seemed to echo in your ears for a moment. It was silent for far too long in the kitchen after that. A minute passed, and you were still stuck in place, behind the kitchen door.

  Rustling from the fort caught your attention, and you looked back at it. Someone was starting to get up. You looked from the fort to the kitchen door, before backing away from the door, turning away to take an alternate exit from the room.

  You took the familiar route up the stairs, into your room. Words swirled around your head, like fish caught in a whirlpool while you sat down on your bed, making sure the door was shut behind you. No matter how you looked at it, 3 held a point. You couldn't allow yourself to present everyone with the PDA, to try and tell them 'hey, I actually spent the last 5 years stranded on an alien planet, and got home in time for you to find me.' They'd call you insane. They'd pass off the stuff on the PDA as... as CGI. There's no way they'd believe it. No way...

You curled up, grabbing your head in your hands.

No way, right? They wouldn't believe a word of it. Living humans? Space travel? Abduction by humans? Alien planets? The evidence you had could be passed off as fake. Nobody would believe you if you wanted to tell them.

The rising sun cast its rays over your bed, and you finally decided to take a few deep breaths, thinking about what you needed.

"Coffee... yeah, coffee will help me." You told yourself, letting yourself smile. The warm, caffeinated drink would bring you peace like it always did, right?

Your steps felt unusually light as you stepped down the stairs, towards the kitchen. You made no noise, just in case...

"Listen, 3, we've been-"

  "Please don't interrupt me Marina. I know that I'm lacking in proof, but so are you. Y/n could be guilty of anything, and you wouldn't even know."

"Pearl and I have been doing our best to gather what we can. Y/n's past is a mystery we want to solve. We're already working on it." Marina's voice was wavering.

"And you're obviously scared, Marina. What is it? What's got you shaking like that?" 3 asked. You began to freeze up at the words.

"It's.... nothing." Marina promised.