Does Happy Family AU Newt ever encounter That Creature? For that matter, does that Newt have his own version of That Creature?
The bluish, glutinous gloop fills the five tupperware containers Newt’s smuggled into the lab. He stacks them in his backpack then, on instinct, he fills a sixth and tucks it under his arm.
He was rather hunger, the slowly, irritating warning of his body. But then, he had been in the Anteverse longer than Hermann, and had more physical reserves than his lean, scrawny friend.
“Dinner is served!” Newt calls as he steps into their flat, kicking the door closed.
“Did you get take away again?” Hermann leans on the doorframe to the study, smiling indulgingly. “I cannot see what you see in that grease-”
“Nah, this is much better.” Newt pulls the top of the tupperware box, “Ta-dah!”
He knows, in the next heartbeat, that he’s made a hideous mistake. Something- snaps in Hermann’s eyes and they go still, flat. He feels it in the Hive, a sudden, breathless tautness. Newt forgets to breath, chokes, the tupperware going limp in his hand.
The small of raw, chemical clones kaiju fills the close air between them, Hermann’s mouth opens, the skin almost ground off, his myriad teeth razing through the frail humanity.
“Hermann-” Newt stutters- but it’s useless, he’s not speaking to Hermann anyone.
Newt is staring into the dead, murderous eyes of the Victor.
He barely has time to grasp the idea, before Hermann springs, and thought sort of- goes away, for a while.
Newt shrieks, and drops the tupperware, darting away to find somewhere- anywhere- to hide.
But there is nothing. the walls around him are all compassing, no ways out, no exits, he throws himself at what looks to be a hole and is simply bounced back by some cold, still surface.
The Victor tosses away the empty tupperware, its mouth is stained blue, shreds of false flesh hanging from its gaping jaws, clothes torn to rags around his long, lean, deadly body.
Newt whimpers, cowers into the crook of the wall, trying to make himself too small to be a threat.
The Victor hisses, claws extending, tearing up long lines of carpet. It pauses, tenses, crouching to spring.
Newt closes his eyes. He can’t bear to see it. The small fragments of him beneath the terror wonders what Hermann will do, when he comes to and realises what he has done.
The Victor lunges at him, and Newt screams in terror. The hooking, tearing claws catch into his bag, the straps snatch tight around Newt’s arms and he squirms desperately to free himself-
Then he’s free. The Victor sinks his teeth into the bag and drags it away. He rakes and tears at the leather, shaking it furiously.
He wants the food, Newt struggles to get the thought through to his panicked body, He’s just hungry.
He struggles, shudders for control of himself. Hermann whines. He’s hungry- he’s dying.
Newt forces himself forwards, manages a step, then another. The Victor coils himself around the bag and snarls a warning.
Newt stares at those endless rows of teeth, those huge claws. Newt shudders, longs to run, but flattens himself to the ground, not a threat, not a threat.
The Victor hisses. Newt reaches out, and pulls his bag open, pulling out the tupperware.
The Victor’s spines rise, the hissing rises. Newt quickly pulls the top off the tupperware and throws himself backwards.
But the Victor doesn’t seem to notice, seems to have forgotten Newt exists. He throws himself at the food, devours it in three desperate, greedy gulps. Having understood what to do, he shreds open the next box, and eats that too.
Newt watches from under the dining room tables as the Victor wolfs down one box after another, and finally, after the sixth box, he stumbles waveringly to his feet. Newt backs away again, but the Victor doesn’t seem to see him. Doesn’t seem to see anything. He wavers again, then collapses heavily to his side, stomach heavy ad distended under him.
Newt waits until the Victor’s breathing evens out into sleep, and finally creeps out from under the table. The Victor snorts suddenly, and he backs away, terror seizing him.
Newt huddles in under the table, and doesn’t dare move, resigning himself for a long, terrifying wait to see who wakes up in Hermann’s body.