Spencer woke up in an unfamiliar room, it seemed to be within a wooden house. The air felt of an old, decayed atmosphere, yet it felt fresh, in a way. He noted it was a full moon at around 1 am or so as he headed towards the rotten door, the hinges letting out a long, loud moan. Spencer cringed at the sound, but continued nonetheless, walking down the seemingly never-ending halls. After what felt like hours of searching, he finally found the front door. He stepped out, looking around and realizing he was in a farm-like area, think of a generic ranch in the middle of nowhere, like those alien horror films. Spencer's eyes trailed his surroundings, fences, big plants, horse stands, pig pens, nothing crazy, but it feels weird looking at all of this at night. It was silent, and all was well. That was, until he looked at the field where the cows would be at. Spencer's breath hitched in his throat. Not too far from him, about 30 yards or less, stood a tall, black person, or.. thing. It had a wide, bulky figure, and from some minor features, it was a wolf, or maybe a fox. But neither can stand that tall. He blinked, and he swore the thing got closer. The wind started to pick up, which made him blink more, which made the being get closer. At around 10 yards or less, the being runs towards him, devouring his vision in darkness.
Spencer woke up in a startled gasp, all he could feel for a moment was cold, and fear. Though, as the adrenaline faded, he was safely in his old couch, just like last night. Wait.. Why was he sleeping on the couch again? He knew sometimes after parties, he'll bring a girl over but he doesn't remember.. Oh!!! Chandler!! The alien dude who crashed into his backyard that he let sleep in his bed, that's right. Spencer stretches, walking to his room to see if Chandler is still sleeping. Interestingly, they're awake, wide awake actually, but they haven't slid out of bed yet. "Oh! You haven't left bed, uh.." Spencer cleared his throat a bit, thinking for a moment as, well, he'd expect Chandler to have already left bed and try to get into something.
Chandler only stared, though, Spencer soon noticed that there was something off about their face. They.. They were crying? Kind of, there's tears running down their face, but that doesn't always mean that. "Hey, hey, what's wrong???" He asked as he wiped their tears, concerned for them. Were they in pain? Were they scared? Chandler kept their silence before a moment, before replying in whispering tone again, "Bear." Spencer wasn't sure if he should be concerned or not, on one hand, it could just be a nightmare, but on the other, did something get into the house while he was sleeping?? Not wanting to freak out and call the police, but likewise not wanting to dismiss Chandler, he asked them, "What do you mean bear? Was is a bad dream?" Chandler didn't verbally respond this time, rather, they lifted their hand and pointed behind Spencer. When he turned around, he realized they were pointing at a cat plush that was tucked in a corner of his room.
Letting out a sigh of relief, Spencer picked up the cat, and showed Chandler the plush, "Is this what you mean by bear?" They looked at the plush, and nodded. "This isn't a bear, it's a cat. Well,, it's a plush, it's not real. It can't hurt you." He comforted the alien, crouching to their height as he placed the plushie onto their lap. Chandler tensed, though hesitantly reached for the plush. After a bit of light touching, they realized the cat was of no harm, and held it in their hands. They didn't hug it or anything, but they were looking at all the details of it, and that was definitely a step up from them crying and being paralyzed from fear.
As Spencer watched Chandler hold and look over his plush, a thought slithered into his mind: when was the last time Chandler ate?? Or, better yet, can they eat? Well, the ship was obviously too cramped to have any possible food in it without issue of having room, and there's no signs of there taking in sunlight or water to feed last time he looked into the ship, which means they may have went on for hours, or even days, without eating. Jesus Christ, they may not hold 'normal signs' of hunger, but Chandler must be starving. This prompts Spencer to stand up, excusing himself as he went to the kitchen, not that Chandler would've been offended if he didn't, but it's good to just notify them that he's just going to the kitchen regardless. Spencer walked into the small kitchen, and searched through his fridge and cabinets. Surprisingly, he actually had a few more things than he thought. He had ramen, leftover pepperoni pizza, dino chicken nuggets, yogurt, and even some small oranges. None of these were really healthy, but we live in a society where healthy food item prices are going into the billions, so who cares. Besides, who knows how Chandler processes food.
Noting that because Chandler probably had no food probably way before they even crashed into his front yard, they were probably hungrier than usual, so Spencer decided ramen was a safe start for breakfast. He would've done the pizza, but he wasn't sure if Chandler would like or even handle the greasiness or the spiciness of the pizza, and honestly Spencer didn't want to find that out the hard way. He grabbed and washed a pot, filling it with water, before placing it on the stove and waited for it to boil. As he waited, he felt a chill down his spine, as if someone was standing right behind him. Swiftly turning around, he finds Chandler standing almost perfectly still. They didn't seem to want anything, but rather was just curious on what Spencer was doing, and what was any of this stuff.
"Oh- Jesus.." Spencer muttered, taking a breath before clearing his throat, "I'm cooking you some ramen, it's pretty simple to make, I can show you if you want!" Just as those words left his mouth, there was a knock at the front door. Obviously, this made Spencer sigh, "Never mind.. Uh, just call for me when it starts boiling." With that he walked away, hoping Chandler knows what the idea of boiling is. The young man waltzed to his front door, opening the door to be face-to-face with his nextdoor neighbor, who was giving him a flat expression, void of noticeable emotion.
There was some awkward silence, before Spencer spoke up, "Ahhh,, Pat.. trick...?" "Pete." "Right, Pete. What brings you here?" "Oh, well,," Pete cleared his throat, "We haven't talked much, and last time we did talk it didn't go very well, sooo I just wanted to come by and hang out! If you can and want to, of course." Spencer blinked, before replying, "Oh, yeah, sure! Though, I don't think we can talk too much right now, though." He sighed after, he really did wanna try and learn more about Pete, but with the whole Chandler thing, he doesn't think he can.
Pete nodded with understanding, before looking to his left and gesturing to something, "If I can ask, uh.. What is this box doin here? It looks cool!" Spencer's brain didn't connect the dots until the confusion turned into a chilling horror: The spaceship. The ship that Chandler crashed in. Oh my god he completely forgot about that. He nervously chuckled, his face feeling so cold yet so hot, "Oh, ahh... That's kind of a Halloween prop I'm setting up." "Oh! It's a bit early, but it looks cool, where did you get that from??" Spencer you're so fucked, oh my god you are so fucked. "Uhhh.. I don't know, I think my nephew made it for me, he watched Annihilation recently so he made that." This caught Pete's interest, "You have a nephew!?"
Before Spencer could reply, a distant bloodcurdling scream echoed from within his house. Silence fell between the two men, and a look for concern spread on Pete's face, "Is.. Is everything okay in there?" He tilted to look behind his neighbor to possibly see what the source of that, before Spencer followed his movement and stopped him, giving Pete a weary smile before chuckling, "Uhm.. That was probably my animatronic dinosaur!" Pete stared at him in the eyes, before his brows raised, and Spencer sputtered "I gotta go before my house gets wrecked, bye!" "Wait wha
SLAM
Spencer let out a shaky sigh, before jogging to the kitchen. There was Chandler, standing next to the stove, still in those dirty clothes they crashed into Earth with. He walked to the pot that held the water, and it was only simmering, rather than boiling. Spencer can only sigh, lightheartedly shaking his head as he giggled, "Oh, that's simmering, but you were close!" Chandler merely blinked, their eyelids doing such separately as they stared at the pot, not saying anything. Spencer stood aside his friend in silence, the soft bubbling of the pot's water being the only form of auditory stimulation.
When the water started the boil and the air felt warm, Spencer added the dried noodles into the water and set a timer for about 3 minutes. Chandler watched it all, never blinking. Well, that was until the timer was up and the alarm went off. They covered and clawed at their ears, backing up as they start making that same noise they did last night, this time almost more violently. Their skin seemingly starting to crack lightly, showing a light pink-ish purple undertone in the cracks. Panicking, Spencer quickly shut off the stove, and alarm, before going to Chandler, "Are you okay?? What happened? Are you hurt???"
Chandler was hyperventilating, though it seemed mostly from the alarm than the cracking skin. Spencer went to go grab a first aid kit, however, it seems that they were calming down, the cracks starting to seal, like as if it never happened. That's.. Odd. Oh, well, they are an alien after all, they seem to be fine, so maybe it's normal? Spencer went to season the ramen, as he prepares a bowl with half the ramen cooked, as it technically was two servings per packet, and carefully walks to Chandler.
Chandler doesn't look at Spencer, hands still covering their ears as their eyes stare at the corner, their breath is shaky, but they're not panicked. "Hey there, buddy.." He slowly started, to which Chandler originally covered their ears more, before hesitantly lowering them, it took them a while before actually looking at Spencer, then at the bowl. He gently placed it in front of Chandler as they sat on the floor, "This is called ramen... Careful when you eat it, though, it's hot. It'll hurt ya." Spencer specified that it could hurt to eat, but he was still worried.
The alien didn't eat or do anything, just stared at the bowl and the steaming broth of the ramen. After about 10 minutes pass by, Chandler finally tries to eat it, though it's not in the way Spencer expected. They tried to pick up the ramen with their hands, slurp the broth, and even tried to bite the bowl. Spencer decided to help guide Chandler by getting a bowl of ramen himself with the leftovers, and eat it as he usually would. They were confused on what he was doing, though after analyzing for a moment, Chandler understood. They shakily picked up the spoon, it shook as they tried to comfortably hold it. A while of fumbling goes by, and they managed to find a convenient and comfortable way to hold a spoon as they then attempted to scoop the ramen and eat it.
After trial and error, Chandler managed to successfully get a scoop and take a bite. They chew, and ponder for a bit, before going to eat some more. It was difficult to tell whether they actually liked it, or if they just realized they were really hungry, but Chandler seems to really appreciate the fact Spencer made them food. In only a few minutes, they finished eating, and the bowl was empty, excluding the broth. Spencer took the bowl after he was fully confident they were done.
Though, as he was putting it away, he noticed something. Chandler seemed fidgety, or for a better word, kept scratching at themselves, like they're itchy. Spencer softly sighed to himself, as he thought out loud to himself, "Oh jeez, you definitely need a change of clothes." Yeah, he definitely has to go to the nearby store to get Chandler more comfortable clothes. But.. How could Spencer even do this? Well, maybe, just maybe, Chandler would be fine going with him to the store..?
VOCÊ ESTÁ LENDO
Comet Boy
Romance"... Your eyes are like the many stars in the sky, I just can't stop looking.." You'd think that out of everyone in the world, someone living in a trash place in the state of Florida would not be the one of the very few people to witness a UFO. Well...
