Ever since waking up, I had never been able to speak nor see.

Sure, they tried to fix that, but with the limited resources available in this underground hellhole, it was near impossible. So despite the fact that I didn't need to breathe oxygen, eat or drink, I was deemed a failure. Yet unlike the other 'failed' experiments, I was never given the sweet release of a painful death.

Then again, if I had, I would have never met Neo.

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'Oh, great. Now I have this asshat listening to my thoughts.' I thought carelessly. I could feel the waves of hurt rolling off of the body next to me.

"Gee, I'm sorry! I don't think I can help it." he said quietly. I felt a stab of guilt.

'...it's fine. Just don't think I'm going to-'

My thoughts were rudely interrupted by a growl from my stomach. I cursed in my mind, remembering the reason I was fumbling like an idiot around the halls in the first place. I might not need to eat, but I can still feel excruciating hunger.

"Hey, do want something to eat?" asked Neo politely. I hated depending on people, but I hadn't eaten in over a week and it was starting to affect my performance in general. I nodded silently. I'd have to be more aware of my thoughts from now on. 

"Here, take my hand!" I heard Neo say, and there was a movement in the air next to me. I fumbled around, reaching out for his hand and grabbing it. It was soft, and warm. I pushed down the feeling of comfort I got from it. He stood up, I stood up with him. I could tell that he was smiling, the little shit.

"You don't have to be mean about it." He said quietly.

'...fuck.'

After a continual awkward mind conversation in which there was a lot of cursing and a lot of chastising for cursing, we got to Neo's room. Or, well, I think it was a room. It smelled so lavish, and his bed was so soft. Meanwhile, I literally lived inside of an open cage. How fucked up is that? Seriously. I honestly want to know.

"Um, what do you want to eat? I have cake, ice cream, pancakes, blueberries-"

'THIS BITCH HAS REAL FRUIT' I thought with intrigue. Neo sighed wearily.

"We just had a conversation about the cursing. But I'm going to guess you want fruit...?" he asked. I nodded hungrily. It had been so long since I had fruit! Usually, I just had whatever crumbs the cook was willing to throw in my direction when I got to the kitchen. Neo radiated with joy.

"Okie!" he said, shuffling around the room. I sat awkwardly on the bed as I listened, trying to figure out what he was doing. I knew it was no use though. All I heard was the light beeping of a machine, and then an electronic whirr. I sat silently as he sat next to me, and I shivered with anticipation.

"Here you go~!" he said happily, placing a bowl in my lap. "I didn't know which fruit you liked most, so I got a bit of everything!"

My mouth watered at just the thought of the fresh fruit. I gently placed my hand into the bowl, feeling around until I came across a strawberry. I popped the small piece of strawberry into my mouth, and savored every little flavor. Then the hunger got to me, and I began eating the fruit at an inhuman pace. Neo shuffled around uncomfortably next to me, but I didn't care. I was to hungry to care.

Eventually I was finished, and I wiped the juice from my chin with my sleeve. Then I heard a choked cough from Neo.

'Are you okay...?' I thought, directly towards Neo. Despite being a conceited asshole, I actually cared for Neo's wellbeing.

And then he burst out laughing.

I felt my cheeks grow red as he began to laugh his ass off. I heard a thump as he fell onto the floor, doubled over in laughter.

'What the fuck are you laughing at, you ass.' I thought angrily. He calmed down a bit, and sat up. And what he said next was something I never expected.

"You're... You're just so cute...!"