Notes: Its been a LONG while since I've been on Wattpad! decided to upload my story on here as well!

Please no shipping of any way shape or form, this is all purely platonic and if you were stuck in space all alone for god knows how long you would also want some form of contact or affection.

Update: This is the newly Edited Chapter!
Edited: 5/21/2023

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There was a time where Tommy used to love watching the sky. With its brilliant sunsets, and spiraling blanket of countless stars that he could never remember the names of. He remembered trips, walks, and hikes where he would travel far from the bright lights of the city so that he could stare up at those shimmering star lights without the pollution clouding his vision.

Even now he wished he could see them, not the strange twists of foreign light he saw so infrequently now, no he wanted to see that familiar night sky from earth. With his feet solidly on the ground.

While he'd always loved to SEE the night sky, and watch films involving its vast expanse, he had never actually wanted to GO to space. He had been more than content on the solid surface of his home world, where everything was familiar. The sprawling forest near his home city, the alleys, stores, shops, and that one old lady in the bakery named Clementine. Clem who always gave him free pastries when he dropped by. Those woods with their familiar scent of sticky sap, and the thick scent of the earth beneath his feet. The smell of his home. All of that was gone now, his whole world light years away, just because he wanted to look at the stars he'd been staring at for 15 years. Replaced by a new set of stars for another series of years, but not by choice.

Yea that's right, looking at the stars had given him new ones to look at, because Big Man Tommyinnit? Yea, looking at the stars had gotten him kidnapped, and not by some creeps in the woods no. Tommyinnit would never be taken down by such normal means, no Tommy had gotten kidnapped by aliens.

And so at the wondrously mature age of 17 while watching the stars, Tommyinnit the Biggest of all Men got himself kidnapped by aliens. Brilliant, truly.

Still he will admit this latest cell is kinda cool. Well it was bland like most cells obviously, but it also wasn't white or gray like human jails cells. It was a sort of cream peach color lit by a warm dull orangish light, a warm light that kept the only other interesting thing in the cell alive. Flowers hung in a strange sort of lattice across the ceiling, they were a deep almost red pink, and every once in a while they'd release a yellowish spore like dust into the room. Which, while the stuff seemed to make him sneeze a lot and smells slightly of how he imagined chloroform would smell, were more annoying than anything else. He had the oddest feeling though that they were probably supposed to do more than that, mostly based on what the weird aliens who'd kidnapped him had done when they'd first checked on him after they'd thrown him in here. Cause when he'd woken up after that encounter and nearly broken the door down, the aliens who'd been on the other side of the glass door watching him had seemed both extremely surprised and downright terrified.

It was especially funny for him when a pair of the stupid aliens had come in with cattle prod looking things in hand (Which rude! He isn't a cow, besides even if he was, cows deserve better than that honestly), only to immediately pass out. Apparently that's what the flower things were for and unlike him they weren't immune. Hah! Take that wimps another win for big man Tommyinnit!

Like seriously. A flower knocked them out? He's heard of flowers on earth being used as herbs and teas n' shit. But to knock people effectively out? Weak!

A few other alien's dragged their bodies out minutes later just when Tommy was getting bored enough to start poking the unconscious ones, but these other alien's were apparently smarter and were wearing some weird gas mask so as to not immediately drop dead. Actually did the spores kill them? He hadn't really been able to tell if they had been breathing or not. They look so... weird. Freakishly tall and bony, with skin a porcelain white, perfectly smooth round heads, with different numbers and styles of horns, no faces, deadly looking claws, and joints that aren't actually connected and just sorta....float. Basically over all they were some pretty eldritch looking things.

H-he hates looking at them. After all they are the reason he's here on this latest ship. The ones that prodded a-and tested him before they'd shoved him into this....well admittedly this pretty ok cell, all things considered. For such tall twerps, they have such brittle legs and arms. In his first round of testing before they figured out how to properly restrain him he'd managed to take four of them down before they got a needle in him. Admittedly the rest after that point was pretty hazy, but he's pretty sure he also took another one's arm on his way down. Serves them right. Fuckers.

After that they'd always taken extra precautions with him before taking him in for testing, but the gas only worked once before he started getting used to it, much to the things panic, and their armor was largely ineffective against him, so he generally managed to always get in at least one hit before they could drag him off for testing.

Since he can't really tell the stupid things apart, he is also unsure if he's ever...killed any of them. He has tried to tell them apart by the horns and colored markings, but as far as he's been able to tell all the ones he's attacked have never come back. Maybe they just take longer than humans to heal? Like he's never actually broken a bone before but surely it can't take that long to heal?

Well actually scratch that, he remembers having a teacher- his name was Sam, he's an awesome dude- and he broke his arm. Needed a cast for at least 2 months. So maybe they are still healing.

He doesn't know how much time passed so he'll give them the benefit of doubt. Maybe it's only been a week? Maybe a month? He honestly doesn't know anymore and it's starting to unnerve him, this endless passing of time that he can't track properly.

Luckily they seemed to have mostly gotten tired of trying to test him, or maybe they were just running out of people. Eh. Either way, he's recently discovered he isn't the only prisoner on this ship, since last round the drugs had worn off enough that he could see and move his head a little as they dragged him back to his cell. He's apparently in a massive cell block that goes on for at least three halls of cells nearly identical to his, just varying in size, all with the same flowers in them, and all seemingly unconscious.

So yea maybe it was odd that he was the only one conscious, but honestly he was probably just that big of a man. The fools must have expected him to pass out like the other aliens hence their extreme reactions to him being awake, and sure granted that at first the smell of the things had given him a massive headache and the strongest urge to sleep. But after a nap he'd found that the flowers no longer bothered him and honestly just smelled kinda nice.

Anyways here he was, sitting in this stupid cell, staring at the flowers and trying not to breathe in the spores. Sure they don't put him to sleep, but they do make him sneeze and he isn't exactly a fan of that, ok and sure he could put his blanket over his face so he doesn't have to sort of dance around them, but well......it's something to focus on while.....while he waits.....

Ok so maybe he's a little on edge from the past few days (he thinks) since the testing has petered out. He doesn't know what the aliens plan to do with and he's nervous ok! After the first day (maybe) He had started shouting, yelling, and cursing with all the curse words he'd ever learned at them. He gets fed at least twice every......'cycle', and he doesn't really know what it is, other than well meat. Cause it's definitely meat. The first time they had tried to feed it to him raw, the blue flesh sitting in a stinking pool of purple blood on his plate, and the unmistakably sweet smell of rotten flesh came from a blackened part of it. He flat out refused to put it anywhere near his mouth, and kept refusing until he was at the brink of starvation, only then did the aliens give it to him in a different form. Still nasty but he could tell by the slight char that it was cooked. So yea nasty mystery meat, his only form of sustenance, truly he lived like a king in this cell.

Well not only he supposes, cause he is also given one weird bag of water a 'day'. It's the size of his forearm so it's a decent amount honestly. But still not enough to completely satisfy him. Like sure he'd live, it's not gonna kill him, but it's still not ideal. So because he's the great Tommyinnit, he stores at least half of them, hidden in his blankets, in the event that even this meager blessing will be taken from him.

Overall, his situation could be SO much worse. It's still not a great situation, but he's not being tortured or poked anymore, and he's scared the aliens pretty damn well. If he does say so himself.

He's already tried breaking out, and only once had he gotten close. It involved a whole lot of adrenaline, brute strength, and surprise. At the beginning during his first few days in this cell, he'd managed to work up enough adrenaline to charge at the glass in between himself and the aliens, when they'd come with more weapons than usual and their body language murderous. They'd looked ready to kill him, and well Tommy had always been more of a fight person, so in his panic and rage he'd thoughtlessly charged the glass that let them see into his cell.

The sheer force of his momentum, and his sudden inability to feel pain or fear (blessed adrenaline his beloved), allowed him to ram into the glass a grand total of three times before the constant shocking of their stun guns had finally managed to subdue him. They'd ended up changing his glass to something thicker while he was knocked out and he had a suspicion it had something to do with the crunching sound and spider webbing of cracks he'd seen in the glass before he'd passed out.

Honestly he didn't think the thicker glass would be much of a problem with how fast the first stuff had begun to break down, not with how little pain he felt when high on fear. Still, so far nothing has scared him enough to get his adrenaline pumping enough for another attempt. So maybe that's a moot point.

Lost in his thoughts he hadn't really been paying attention to his pacing and now found himself feeling rather tired. Sighing, he lays back down on the blankets, if he can even call them that. They're more like rags, old, torn and smell faintly of some type of oil? He knows it's clean (As he could get it with spare water) but the smell clings to the fabric.

His boredom is slowly bleeding into sleepiness, and he abruptly finds his eyes shooting open with a strange sound, he honestly doesn't know when he fell asleep. Maybe he hadn't it honestly could have been more of a trance really, half asleep, half awake. Anyway, he's feeling sleepy, he's just gonna close his eyes again, mhmmm.....He was rudely interrupted from trying to return to sleep by a resounding echo of some clangs and clings. The guards must be back.

That's odd, they've already given him his food and water earlier, are they going to try getting him out for tests? Ha! He'd like to see them try, maybe he could be entertained with this. Maybe even get the surprise attack if he stays still. Make them think he's sleeping.

With this foolproof plan he just thought of, he stays still, pretending to be asleep. Course, there's also the chance this has nothing to do with him, and they are just grabbing one of his neighbors, but hey, he's bored, he can hope.

He can hear them walking closer, along with muffled talking? Though not muffled in the sense of through a wall. But muffled like if he were to put the rags over his mouth and try talking.

He hears a thud, no wait, it's kinda like a struggling thud, like someone kicked the floor kinda thud. Oh, did they bring in another alien? Now he just feels bad. It didn't seem nice to be stuck in a room and instantly get knocked out because of some flowers.

He's internally debating the merits of just abandoning his great surprise attack, when he hears his door open. More alien talk that he has no hopes of understanding. Some weird crackling sounds, those are the guards.

Then a warped.... croon?? It's the best way he can describe, honestly reminds him of those enderman sounds from minecraft.

And some weird humming/buzzing sound? Okay screw the surprise attack plan, he needs to know what the hell is going on.

He shifts and begins to try getting up only to realize he's managed to tangle his legs in the rags. See, they gave him decently long rags because of his height, which sure might make calling them rags inaccurate, but really it's the only word he can think of to describe the long strips of fabric.

But that's a thought for later, since his movements hadn't exactly gone unnoticed, and while he can't turn around to see just yet, he can hear them frantically toss something into his cell. Something that lands with a thud and a more panicked sounding buzz. Before the door closes with a slam, cutting off a trailing screech as whatever made the crooning noise from before protests. Though what exactly it was protesting remains to be seen.

After a solid half minute or so he manages to untangle himself from his own prison and FINALLY see what the hell was tossed in here with him.

As he begins to turn around, he really doesn't know what he was expecting, maybe new food? Some toy? Hell, some bomb that'll finally knock him out, but whatever he was expecting it certainly wasn't this.

"IS THAT A FUCKING BABY ALIEN!?!?"

He truly was not expecting some alien that looks like a bee, goat, and deer in one gene pool, especially not one this tiny! What even was his life?!