Wrote a ficlet for the Symbiote Ford AU that I proposed a little while ago because I have no self-control. Warning for body horror and parasitism (well, mutualism, technically, but that’s not the term people usually block).
At first, Ford doesn’t recognise the room he wakes up in.
He flares his fronds, testing the space around him without having to get out of the very soft and comfortable bed he’s found himself in, but there’s nothing but the low-level chatter of small minds. Insects, or maybe rodents, busy in the walls and the corners. No other sapient thoughts. He’s alone.
Wait. Fronds? He doesn’t have -
A throb of pain pulses through Ford’s head, starting at the base of his skull, and his memories fracture. He remembers the oracle, Jheselbraum, remembers her taking him in.
He remembers the vat.