I finally wake up, and find myself cuddled up in a nest, I frown in confusion and stretch.
I turn around, this isn't my normal house?
Oh wait.
Now I remember.
An alien captured me.
I look up to see the alien(?) slumped on a couch, staring ahead.
I look to where it's looking, it's staring at a TV.
A show about a human yelling at a bird-like creature while the bird kept pecking at the human defending it's cave. The human was bleeding, the human just ran away in fear, into a jungle.
Oh I get it now, we're seen as animals on this planet uh?
The alien turns the TV off after the documentary about humans, I think, ends.
He softly coos at me as I finally try and get up
from my nest, except I can't, my ankle's too sore right now to actually walk properly.
I notice the aliens leaves the room, so I rest thinking it's gone, but then he returns with a purple box. It opens the box, and I see various equipment like plasters, bandages, medicenes and more.
The alien picks me up, and sets me on it's lap, and I whine.
"Let me go!" I yell as he gets a bandage and wraps it around my ankle.
The bandage is cold, which is odd, keeping my ankle cool.
"Let me go, you... you ... monster!" I shout worriedly.
He taps my nose before letting me go, and I try and run slowly behind a recliner.
The alien gurgles at me and I ignore him.
I just lay down there for a moment, trying to process my thoughts.
Alright, so I found myself in a woods or forest.
I was naked, cold, scared, dehydrated and hungry.
Oh, I forgot I was hungry.
My stomache rumbles and my throat is begging for a glass of water, so I crawl from behind the recliner and notice the alien holding something like a phone do it's ear. He's also sitting cross legged and staring at me.
He makes some gurgling noises, probably talking on the phone by the looks of it.
I crawl over to him. and try to reach to his ear and touch his phone to distract him.
He would push my hand away.
Please just give me some food!
I try to touch the phone again, and he pushes my stomach lightly, but I still fall over.
Thinking he might hurt me, I run to behind the recliner once again.
He makes one more gurgle noise before getting up.
The alien walks out the lounge room, and I trail behind. He walks into like a kitchen?
It looks normal, but with some machines that I don't recgonize.
He gets two metal bowls and chops up some carrots, broccoli, some strawberries and berries into the bowl, before getting some chicken and ham. He places all the food in one bowl, setting it on the floor next to what's like a fridge.
I cringe.
Bowls?
No knifes or forks?
He places the second bowl down what's filled with water.
Not even a cup?
I feel annoyed.
An intelligant species, the humans, treated like an everyday pet to these monsters?
He watches me as I stare at the bowls.
"Can I not get a cup or some knifes and forks?!" I yell angrily at him, he frowns.
I just pinch up the chicken with my fingers, not even a proper meal for God's sake.
I take the chicken before running off, under a huge bed.
To my surprise, my ankle's a lot better already.
The alien follows me.
Why won't he just leave me alone?
As he crouches down to me, I lightly slap his face, and he flinches.
He walks away, finally.
I then eat the chicken, it tastes normal.
I crawl out from the bed and leave the room.
The huge, terrifying alien plucks me up.
Was he waiting for me to come out?!
I squirm while he holds me.
Let me go!
He places me down into a tub, turning a button on the side and warm water flushes out. He's going to bath me?! Why can't I do it by myself?!
The alien waits until the height of water is to my stomach. I try and crawl out as he gets some shampoo or something.
I splash water in his face, he turns to me and gurgles something.
I try and climb out again, I can't!
I just give up.
I grab a sponge and begin to wish my area.
The alien wipes his eyes with a towel, and tries to takes the sponge from me, but I just bat his hand away.
"Let me clean myself." I say, annoyed.
He just yanks the sponge from me, and I cover my area with my hands.
He squeezes shampoo on the sponge and begins to clean my back, before all around my dirty body. Then he puts hair conditioner on his hands and starts to clean my hair, and I let him so my hair is nice and refreshed. I'm still annoyed that I can't jusy clean myself.
"I'm not completely a wild animal you know, I'k smart enough to clean myself." I explain, knowing he probably can't even understand my language.
He picks me up from the bath, wrapping me in a towel and all the water dripping down me is evaporated. This must be a smart towel then.
He takes the towel off me, then he again picks me up, setting me on the brown, oversized couch.
The alien leaves, but this time he doesn't return.
I go to my bowl and drink some water, all of it.
Maybe I can use this bowl to escape.
I also eat the food, well some of it.
I grab the empty bowl, walking over to the lounge and hiding it under the couch so he can't find it.
Tired and drained, I take a blanket from my nest and a few pillows, then go behind the sofa, laying down before I start to snuggle up.
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Alien's pet
FantasyJasper woke up in the woods, naked, scared, cold and hungry. He walks around the place, and finds himself near a city, except the city is oversized, the buildings, the houses, even the... odd creatures that stare at him like he's a cute dog. Jasper...
