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She scratched away the fuzz crawling up her cartilage spine, rubbing her claws against the burning flesh.
‘Dammit, smallfry,’ Neo lurched forward, already feeling her stomach begin to churn once again. It was one damn mistake to fall into that ooze- even worse for Little Buddy himself to have knocked her into it.
There hadn’t been that much of a change to her already fucked-up body, but now there was fuzz on her hands, back, and cheeks. As a plus, she had the claws of an octoling. She liked that part. The part that she didn’t like was the fact she had to be undressed from the waist up, meaning her… injuries, which were dripping with purple-pink ooze, were exposed to the Captain to see. She didn’t dare question where they got their medical license.
Suddenly, she gagged. She could feel the saliva pool against her tongue, and then-
Vomit covered the ground in front of her, bright purple, yellow, and pink. It spilled out of her like acid as it dripped from her maw and ran down her chin. She could taste too much of it. Bile rose from her throat and threatened to continue falling as she clenched her teeth, willing the sickness stirring in her chest to stop.
“Neo?”
She couldn’t listen to their voice. All she could do was cry and hold her hands in fists. The fur on her began to bristle, rising up in dark brown and purple patches. She didn’t know why the pink strands didn’t move. Her eyes were too blurry. Everything stung, from the mass array of cuts along her flat chest to the claws at the tips of her fingers. Any time she moved it felt like she was just going to let out her sick again as bile stung her throat and tongue.
“Are you okay?” Captain ran a hand along her arm. Of course, they were being gentle, of course, they were being so damn soft when she didn’t deserve it.
“Nnhh—“ she choked back a sob and gagged. Her face was wet, and so was her back. Neo was not only pissed at smallfry but also at herself. Pissed at herself for not cutting her thighs instead, pissed at herself for even wanting to cut herself, pissed at herself for-
Again, she vomited. This time into a trash can with the help of the Captain. Neo felt utterly pathetic at the amount of complete misery she was feeling. She could only cry, puke and bleed.
“I’ll take that as a no,” Captain hummed, placing the trashcan by the puddle of vomit on the floor. “We’re gonna’ talk ‘bout that later, sir,” they gently gestured towards their agent’s cut-up chest.
Oh.
Oh, she hated being called sir.
The Captain wasn’t to blame, they didn’t know. But she wanted them to. She wanted to cry out “Girl! I’m a fucking girl!”
But she couldn’t.
“Nnnoo—“ Neo managed, gagging in the middle of speaking.
“No? We are going to talk. You need to get help if you’re cutting yourself.”
“Nn- nnnot- that.”
“Not what?”
“Boy.”
Neo couldn’t say anything more as she violently retched into the trashcan again. This time everything that spilled out of her and choked her was purple and pink. Was her ink changing? She hoped not.
“Ohh… Uh… Is Ma’am better?” their voice was utterly dripping with guilt. They didn’t know how else to communicate with the poor squid. Though, at least they got a nod. Captain was happy enough with that.
“Okay. We’ll talk about your injuries later, ma’am.”
Yeah, that was better.
Neo continued to puke out her guts into the trash can.