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

2: Sweet Escape

Carefully, you slowly pushed the blankets in front of you down, to your knees. You were still in that rubber suit you had cut up to somewhat resemble a more regular outfit you'd find in Inkopolis. Whoever took you hadn't changed your clothes. That was good. A quick pat down on your pockets confirmed that what little you had on you was still there. You hadn't been looted. That was also good.

  With a careful push, your legs were drawn from under the blanket, and your feet planted on the floor. Whoever brought you here made sure to remove your makeshift "shoes" and place them nearby. Odd...

Regardless of what luxuries you were being given, tension was all that built in your mind as you slowly exited the bed, being as careful as possible to not make a sound. Whoever brought you here might catch on to you being awake. Best to stay silent until you could get out.

  But... where were you? Why were you here? And most importantly...

  Who brought you here?

...

Y/n L/ns Containment Log: Entry 70

  "It was after a decisive battle that Octarians were finally and totally defeated. As a result, they were all driven underground. Now, we only hear their names in schools and folklore." You spoke slowly and methodically, recalling what you knew of the Great Turf War to the human in front of you. Of course, Ashley was constantly nodding, listening intently.

  "And now, you play these same wars for sport?" She questioned, head tilted as she spoke. She had done her best in teaching you more and more of her language while slowly catching on to the nuances of your own language. Both sides of that were beginning to show results, with your speaking growing better by the day and her own coming to an understandable pronunciation of a few of your words.

"Yeah. We call them just " Turf Wars"" You nodded in confirmation, bringing a low nod to Ashleys head as she turned aside, processing the information.

"Similar to games like airsoft, I assume." She muttered, as if taking silent notes. Frank was curiously absent right now, something you had immediately noticed when Ashley started her usual conversation with you.

  "So, you've never seen an 'Octarian,' I assume?" She asked, looking back towards you with those green eyes that had admittedly grown on you during your time here.

  In the beginning of your life here, you had wanted to hate or fear those eyes. They meant danger, unfamiliarity. Now, they seemed to mean something else. The only comfort you had in this cell...

  "No. Most people nowadays have not. School is the only reason I even know the name." You admitted. Ashley let off a hum, as if making silent comparisons to figures from her own life, before readjusting herself to face you directly, her legs folded as she sat on the floor.

  "Well. I suppose I now owe you a snippet of human history. Okay..." She leaned back, studying the ceiling for a moment as she considered ideas to recall, history to reveal to you.

  "Okay... I'll tell you about an old, old battle that once occurred on Earth before humans had to leave it, but first, something only slightly more recent..." Ashley decided.

  "For starters, here's a bit of fun law you might get a kick out of." She smirked to herself, as if enjoying an inside joke, before clearing her throat.

  "Did you know that ever since a rebel group tried to attack Alterra, the use of cloning to create more than two genetic copies of a person has been completely outlawed?" She asked. Of those many words, you understood less than half. Cloning? Genetic copies? What the hell was she talking about?