Intergalactic Prison

My legs hurt a bit from that damned, petulant, little robot! That thing had to be at least a hundred years old and way overdue for service! That or it had a major attitude problem. I wouldn’t be thrilled to be a custodian either, but it wasn’t like we were overly demanding, what was its fucking hurry?

I massaged my calves and shin and inadvertently looked right at (Y/N)’s boobs, again. Shit! I felt like the creepiest sort of asshole, but those perky globes were at just the right height, damn it! I tried to erase the outline of her nipples from my mind but it wasn’t working. I felt like repeated unintentional, clothed tit-viewing wasn’t a violation of Juliet’s trust when it was truly by accident.

Considering the non-breast portions of (Y/N), she confused me utterly. She was hardly wearing anything, (though I supposed I couldn’t really talk- no sweatpants were to be found in my stupid dresser), and I wondered: why? She wasn’t coming on to me. She had only manhandled me to prevent me from falling on my moronic ass. She hadn’t lingered and made goo-goo faces or the like. If anything, she eyed me a little suspiciously. I figured that the two of us were stuck together in this, so I should try and reach out to her.

Sitting up out of the riskiest boob-to-eye range, I gave (Y/N) my best, non-creepy, fellow-captive-on-a-spaceship smile. It was a new look for me, but apparently a good one, as she smiled back. Sweet! “So, more formally, I’m Andy Biersack. Do you know anything about what we’re doing here? I’ve never left Earth before.” I still couldn’t bring myself to casually say, ‘have you heard of me, do you like my band, etc.?’ It was just too pompous, even for me. I figured, if she had, she’d have said something, right?

(Y/N) averted her eyes, looking raptly at her drink, and shook her head. “I, uh, don’t. I, ah… have some experience with space travel, though.” I had a funny feeling about her answer. Not so much that she was outright lying, but that she was twisting something, or omitting something. Crapola!

I was really never one to engage in foofy, extraneous wordplay games that were chock full of shit. I am the kind of guy to whip my metaphorical dick out and put it on the table: the end. Naturally, that was exactly what I did, and perhaps not in the most diplomatic way. I realized why I was so cranky shortly.

I groaned in frustration, and (Y/N) looked at me innocently. I sneered at her, getting more pissed off. “Oh come on! I’m in the middle of fucking space, I have no idea what the fuck is going on, I’ve been kidnapped by who the fuck knows, and you’re the only other person here. This is the first time I have a real conversation with you, that’s the first thing you choose to tell me, and it stinks like cat shit! I don’t believe this!

I stood up. “Kama, is the food ready yet, we’re done talking!”

A little door behind the bar slid open. “Indeed, Andy, it is. So are your beverages.” A heavenly aroma wafted over, beckoning sweetly.

I went to get my food, and was about to say something rude to (Y/N) about how she needed to get her own damned food and drink, when I saw she was curled up on her chair. She… she might even have been crying. Feeling like an asshole, I set our drinks on our respective food trays, and brought both to where we were sitting, after looking cautiously for errant droids.

I tried for an apology. “I’m sorry, (Y/N).” As I talked I gazed down at our food, and realized how incredibly famished I was. I had to be, that something that bizarre in appearance still looked appetizing. “I can be a total jerk when I’m really hungry. I brought you our delicious meal, of… gravy? Maybe they are trying to kill us with condiments?” That at least got (Y/N) to peek her head out, curious. She eyed the bowls, all a variation of liquid to gelatinous consistency, and made a face.

“Uh… Kama, are you trying to fatten us for slaughter with some weird diet?” (Y/N) giggled and I felt better at having made her laugh. I sniffed at one bowl of goo and it actually smelled really good. Hmm…

“I know that answers were supposed to wait until after you had eaten, but if you don’t mind, I can assure you that neither one of you are being prepared for butchery, Andy. The consistency of the food is necessary to prevent gastrointestinal upset for the both of you right now. You will both be gradually reintroduced to more solid foods, but rushing the process could result in a sloughing of the intestinal lining-“

“-No worries then! Slush it is! Just let me know when I can graduate from baby food!” I dug into the delicious-smelling mush-piles, not having realized just how incredibly ravenous I was.

I noticed that (Y/N) held one of the bowls in her hands, her legs still curled under her, as she stared into it pensively. I watched her jiggle the contents and look at it with a slight frown. It wasn’t the same as just distaste. It took an effort to stop eating and swallow long enough to be polite and see if she was alright. “What’s up? Are you ok? Um, not hungry?”

(Y/N) set her little bowl down. I noticed it was the one that had tasted like some kind of cheesy-potato thing. Mmmmm… Her frown deepened a little. Uh-oh. “I can’t remember anything before coming here. Can you?”

“What?” I took a sip of my water, not following.

(Y/N) bit her lip, and I saw just a hint of sadness, which made me feel bad for her. “I have some kind of memory loss. I can’t remember anything about myself, or my life, from before I woke up here. I have sometimes feelings of recognition, and I know things, as in, facts, on occasion. I suspect I might be a scientist or something along those lines…” She trailed off.

I was dumbfounded for a moment. “I, uh… I’m really sorry. I, well, to answer your question, I still remember everything like normal, up until yesterday. I think I was at the supermarket, and then nothing. What sorts of things have you recognized?”

(Y/N) narrowed her eyes at me, and I could feel her judging me, making up her mind about something. “Well, you, for instance. Do you know me, who I am? I feel like I’ve seen you somewhere before-“

I started laughing. “Oh man, that’s crazy!”

(Y/N) looked hopeful, which made me feel guilty. “What?”

I couldn’t actually help her, which made it less funny. I stopped laughing. “Um, I’m, in a band, called Black Veil Brides. Maybe you are, or, were, a fan?”

(Y/N) looked so disappointed. “You’re in a boy band? You don’t know me?”

I raised my hands up defensively. “No! I’m not in a boy band! Not-not-not! It’s a rock band, we play-“

(Y/N) rolled her eyes, though I saw a glint of amusement at my reaction. “Well, I guess there goes my hope that you knew who I was. You’re a shitty knight in shining armor! You’re just some celebrity! I’ve had to save you already-“

I snorted, grinning at her. “Give me a break! You broke into my erstwhile bedroom when I was sleeping off a migraine, thought I was dead because you decided I looked so awful in my damned underwear, then woke me up shrieking like a banshee!” We both chuckled.

(Y/N) smiled and grudgingly admitted, with a slight hand gesture at me, “This is an improvement.”

The compliment clouded my head. It occurred to me that I would like (Y/N) to flatter me more, maybe on her knees- whoa! What the fuck? I shook my head to clear it. I took another big gulp of my water and reminded myself that thoughts were ok. They were only natural and part of life. Thoughts were fleeting. So long as they came and went, no harm was done. Quickly I decided to press the conversation along. “What else has triggered any memories, or feelings?”

(Y/N) held up the cheesy-potato bowl. “Diet readjustment. I, I’m not sure about this. But I think I’ve seen this before, maybe not for me, I’m not sure when.” I waited, struggling to be patient, and settled for running a hand through my hair. It was almost dry from my shower. “I’m pretty sure I’ve seen this with patients who are going through the thawing process after a cryogenic deep freeze.”

What the fuck? Had we been in cryo?

Notes

What do you think? Have they been in cryo?