You laid completely still in his tentacles? Arms? Whatever they were, you were now being cradled against this fleshy combination of your old friend and a monster creature. Your body honestly ached in pain and you were too scared to move, too scared he would finish the job.

When his tentacles grabbed ahold of you, you thought you were a goner- you would never believe that you would wake up again at all…but you did-

You were only knocked unconscious and you were even being cradled and softly rocked by the creature. Your small trembling human body was minuscule compared to the your creature friend. He was a giant at LEAST 10 feet tall and in all honesty you had no idea what to call him anymore.

He wasn’t truly Muir anymore, he was a creature- a being tainted by whatever the fuck came from wherever they drilled. But Creature Muir didn’t seem to want to get rid of you, more like he wanted to keep you.

So now you were basically a play thing for Creature Muir- hey at least he didn’t kill you. And in the best case scenario he might even take care of you. Being a human pet wouldn’t be so bad…at least you weren’t dead-

Heh- funny; you Innes, Muir’s best mate, now reduced to Creature Muir’s pet..

He softly cooed at you, “It’s okay…it’s okay- I’ll never leave you and you’ll never leave me”