Why Is There An Alien Princess In My Room? (ONC 2023 - Alien Romance - Complete)

19: Bobby Faces Her Archnemesis

At the speed of light—or at least as close to it as she could muster on her stubby little cat legs—Bobby rushed down the metal staircase on the outside of the building. She'd been out there before when she lived in the back alley dumpster and ate scraps from students' discarded lunches.

She had to say that her current cushy life in the company of Tristan and Brody was infinitely better. She still got her fair share of their lunches—as it was her right as a cat to always sample everything the humans ate—but also abundant portions of dry food and tuna. Although she did miss putting her paw pads onto the grass and smelling all the delights of outside life. Just by putting her nose in the air, she could tell where a squirrel had run earlier, where a group of students had held a picnic, and where every neighborhood dog had stepped during their daily walks.

So she knew exactly where to find Frances, her archnemesis. She'd always known something was off with the fluffy poodle. There was a menacing glint in those dog eyes that Bobby hadn't seen in other canines, who were mostly daft and obedient. And ever since Vyrsa had arrived in the apartment, Bobby—the self-appointed guardian of its residents—had noticed that Frances seemed to gaze toward their abode more than usual. It was almost as if she'd been surveilling them.

"Bobby! Come back here!"

Bobby ignored Tristan's call from the window and disembarked the stairs in one last agile jump, landing on the dirt path leading from the residence building toward the faculty apartments behind it, where Frances lived with her associate, the Astronomy Professor Miss Armstrong. Bobby sometimes wondered if the friendly-looking Professor, with her curly hair and colorful dresses, knew what kind of evil she housed under her roof.

Nighttime was falling outside, painting the sky in a dusky shade of purple. This didn't concern Bobby though as her feline senses operated excellently in night vision mode. Every movement appeared crisper against the backdrop of darkness and every sound echoed louder as human activity started to lessen while they prepared for their nightly rest.

Tristan's calls became fainter as the cat trotted across the lawn, with a singular goal in mind: she needed to find Frances and destroy her.

Exactly how this destruction would look like, Bobby wasn't sure. But she was filled with unearned feline confidence regardless. Bobby knew without a shadow of a doubt that she could take Frances down. She had sharp claws and teeth, excellent reflexes, and far superior intellect to any canine, even one possessed by unknown forces. It didn't matter that Frances was bigger, fluffier, and eviler.

Bobby was a cat, after all, and cats never lost. And even if they did, they wouldn't admit it.

Having arrived at the opposite building, Bobby heard unmistakable taps of poodle paws on the other side. It appeared Frances and her owner had walked around the block. Which gave Bobby an opportunity for a sneak attack.

She scurried quickly along the short side of the building, her orange fur camouflaging nicely against the red bricks. Frances wouldn't know what hit her. Hearing canine paws trotting closer, Bobby got down as low as she could, attempting to lay flat as a pancake against the ground.

Just as the poodle was about to come around the corner, Bobby struck. She galloped like a racehorse toward the evil fluffball, while yelling a shrill attack call, so that the target knew she meant business. Frances appeared stunned at first, probably not expecting her feline nemesis, who she'd watched from afar, to suddenly come charging, but the next moment, she bolted from her owner's hold. With the leash trailing behind her, Frances ran toward a shrubbery, leaving Professor Armstrong behind.

"Frances! Come back here!" The poodle owner called in vain.

"Bobby! Stop it!" Tristan's voice bellowed from the other side of the street. He must have exited the building to come to Bobby's aid. Which she supposed was nice of him, but Bobby didn't need his assistance. She was perfectly capable of dealing justice to evil poodles on her own.

Although, she supposed Tristan might be helpful for getting back inside again after justice was served. Bobby hadn't really thought that far yet.

And she didn't have time to ponder her eventual reverse escape now either, as Frances, with a surprisingly fast gait, was getting away from Bobby. Luckily, the trailing leash gave Bobby an idea.

Just as Frances entered the bushes she was clearly aiming for, perhaps hoping to be able to hide from the feline ambush, Bobby put her paw on the leash, stopping the poodle in her tracks. The sudden halt made Frances turn, glaring menacingly at Bobby. Her evil eyes shone in sparkling green, a shade that didn't seem natural for dogs.

Bobby growled.

Frances growled back.

Bobby hissed.

Frances snarled.

Bobby attacked.

Shot like from a canon, the cat darted toward the dog, her paw raised high. Frances tried to back away, but Bobby was faster. Her paw swiped the fluffy poodle ear, making it sway in the wind like a cloud.

An oval green object, about the size of a toy rat, fell out.

Astounded, Bobby looked at Frances. The dog didn't appear menacing anymore. Her eyes no longer glowed green, instead, they looked like regular dumb dog eyes, and her poise was suddenly demure like it suited a dog having been beaten by a cat.

Poor Frances let out a scared whimper. Bobby gave her a comforting lick and a head butt.

Maybe one day, they could become good friends. Although Frances was still way too fluffy for Bobby's taste.