#pufferfishinnit

Tommy gasped for air, still running. He still couldn’t believe that Jack and Niki were trying to kill him. Well, actually, no, that’s a lie. He could believe them. Honestly, he doesn’t blame them. But he had just started wanting to live again. He just wanted to live, not survive, just live a normal happy life without being hunted down. But he could never have that, could he? He slowed his pace by a fraction, he was far away from that place but he wasn’t taking any chances. He shuddered, remembering the crazed and rage-filled look on Nikis face, the bitterness and hate in her eyes. She wasn’t supposed to look like that. She was supposed to be kind sweet Niki. But he ruined her. Just like he ruined everything. Prime, he was a mess. He lost Niki and Jack a while ago but still, he kept on running. He couldn’t stop if he wanted to live. And so he ran. And when he could run no more he walked. When he couldn’t walk he still continued to shuffle forward. It was night but none of the mobs were attacking him for some reason. He wondered if Clara, his astronaut that became a star, is looking out for him. When the sky lightened a fraction, he found a village. The villagers were kind, they let him stay the night and regain his strength. As soon as the sun rose though, he left. He couldn’t let anyone find him, and besides, he didn’t want anything to happen to the villagers because of him. And so the cycle continued, running from one village to the next, never staying for more than two nights at a time. He thinks it might have been a month by now. He isn’t sure really. But for some reason lately, he’s been drawn to water, specifically the warm water of the swamps, though there’s always something about the water that’s just never right. He finds a seaside village and stops for the night. The air is salty, and it’s cold, but it feels... right, somehow. Well, not right, but it feels almost like home. He wanders the beaches for another week before heading further out into the ocean. He doesn’t know why he heads away from the land but it just feels right, instinctual really. He enters a tropical ocean and he knows immediately that he’s going to live here. He finds a large shipwreck halfway submerged in the water, and decides to make that his home. His arms, neck, and the sides of his torso have been really itchy recently for whatever reason. And his tailbone feels like he just sat down on a pointy rock, hard. He’s tired though, and he honestly can’t really bring himself to care right now, so he goes to sleep. The next morning, he wakes up and is immediately hit with a wave of discomfort. Okay, so maybe ignoring that wasn’t the smartest idea but he can’t exactly do anything right now, can he? He sits up and he explodes with pain. His tailbone feels like it’s being extended, like something is forcing its way out. His neck and torso feel like they’re being torn open. He feels spikes coming out of his flesh before he passes out from shock and pain. When he wakes up, he estimates it’s a day or two later, judging by the way his throat is scratchy and dry and how his stomach churns painfully. He sits up, finally noticing the pool of blood he had passed out in. Well, that’s one way to ruin a bed. He notices the webs between his fingers, feels the fish tail that sprouted between his legs, he feels his neck and torso and finds gills. Huh. Well this is new. He should really be freaking out in all honesty, but for some reason, he just... isn’t. This is wrong. He was the human of the group. He has finally come to terms with not being a hybrid when the age where hybrid traits came in came and went. Although he supposed he could just be a late bloomer. A really late bloomer.