Steve, can almost remember it like it was yesterday when he had to adjust to the revelation that aliens do exist
And that he would be living with a group of extra test exiles for the foreseeable future
They did not come to him by crashing anywhere near his home, they came to him answering to the advertisement for a roommate he put out, he would’ve believed them to be normal every day humans if one of them didn’t look like a famous old Timey jazz singer in his prime, and one of the other ones were dressed like a Victorian gentleman
The jazz singer look-alike was named Michael as he had soon been told, “so let me get this straight, you’re not from earth”
“Nope, like I said we’re very foreign”, Michael had replied, some of the pieces of a human disguise had lifted, his line tail swished absentmindedly, he was drinking a glass of water like a cat wood, or maybe like a snake, maybe he was switching between the two ways to drink a glass of water
“ I must say, Mr. Steve, it is a really nice house”, the Victorian guard one Peter said, holding a vase gently in his paws, he nearly drops it when he notices. Stephen had snapped his head to look at him when his words had snapped him from his brainstorming about how his brother was drinking a glass of water, he sat down the face and went over to the couch. The rest of his siblings were sitting at.
“ this isn’t a house, it’s an apartment, I think I’ve mentioned that before”
“ well it looks a lot more impressive than the apartment we’ve seen on the Internets”, the only girl of the group dressed in a very frilly bubblegum pink ensemble said poking a very impressive looking dollar store, painting
“ it’s just cold Internet, Elizabeth”, the fully un disguised mongoose man, Jeremy said in exasperation
“ can we all stop arguing about, how impressive an apartment should look”, the last extraterrestrial a man who says his name is Phillip, but spelled with an F, says in a grumble down in his second glass of scotch, he stolen from Steve’s liquor cabinet
“ yeah you guys never did answer my question, what exactly are you on earth for?”, the gathered alien visitors looked among each other
“ we’re here to bring world peace”, Michael says after a very suspicious paws, Steve’s just about to open his mouth again when the thought that Michael’s words are suspicious, leaves his mind completely and he has the sudden thought that alien induced world peace wouldn’t be that bad
Especially if it’s his new best roommate bringing, if it’s them, it’s the most greatest world peace ever
And that’s all they need him to think
The end
And that he would be living with a group of extra test exiles for the foreseeable future
They did not come to him by crashing anywhere near his home, they came to him answering to the advertisement for a roommate he put out, he would’ve believed them to be normal every day humans if one of them didn’t look like a famous old Timey jazz singer in his prime, and one of the other ones were dressed like a Victorian gentleman
The jazz singer look-alike was named Michael as he had soon been told, “so let me get this straight, you’re not from earth”
“Nope, like I said we’re very foreign”, Michael had replied, some of the pieces of a human disguise had lifted, his line tail swished absentmindedly, he was drinking a glass of water like a cat wood, or maybe like a snake, maybe he was switching between the two ways to drink a glass of water
“ I must say, Mr. Steve, it is a really nice house”, the Victorian guard one Peter said, holding a vase gently in his paws, he nearly drops it when he notices. Stephen had snapped his head to look at him when his words had snapped him from his brainstorming about how his brother was drinking a glass of water, he sat down the face and went over to the couch. The rest of his siblings were sitting at.
“ this isn’t a house, it’s an apartment, I think I’ve mentioned that before”
“ well it looks a lot more impressive than the apartment we’ve seen on the Internets”, the only girl of the group dressed in a very frilly bubblegum pink ensemble said poking a very impressive looking dollar store, painting
“ it’s just cold Internet, Elizabeth”, the fully un disguised mongoose man, Jeremy said in exasperation
“ can we all stop arguing about, how impressive an apartment should look”, the last extraterrestrial a man who says his name is Phillip, but spelled with an F, says in a grumble down in his second glass of scotch, he stolen from Steve’s liquor cabinet
“ yeah you guys never did answer my question, what exactly are you on earth for?”, the gathered alien visitors looked among each other
“ we’re here to bring world peace”, Michael says after a very suspicious paws, Steve’s just about to open his mouth again when the thought that Michael’s words are suspicious, leaves his mind completely and he has the sudden thought that alien induced world peace wouldn’t be that bad
Especially if it’s his new best roommate bringing, if it’s them, it’s the most greatest world peace ever
And that’s all they need him to think
The end
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