A Rendoc fic!
Just one hour ago, if you had asked Ren Diggity Dog if he was normal, he would have said yes. Because he was normal. Or, well, as normal as someone who willingly lives in the middle of nowhere Alaska can be anyway. Unfortunately, his life had just gotten decidedly more complicated. Mostly because of the alien spacecraft that crashed into his backyard.
The crash had woken him up from his nap. And when he went to check what had made the ungodly crashing noise he found an absolutely massive mass of black paneling and sparking wires. Now, he wasn’t sure what he had been expecting, but it wasn’t that.
He had done a few laps around it before finally finding a way inside, a small hole near the top of the ship that he could barely squeeze through. Still, he had managed it and got into what seemed to be the cockpit. It had been mostly obscured from his view by a wall of very fluffy looking green fur.
He had seen the wall expand and contract as a raspy breath sounded from somewhere beyond it, that was when we scrambled out of the ship and rushed back inside like his life depended on it. It had been about an hour since then, and Ren was rapidly beginning to realize that he had a problem. A big problem. A problem shaped like a massive SPACESHIP with an UNIDENTIFIED ALIEN CREATURE inside it.
Okay, maybe it was a bit of a stretch to jump straight to aliens, but he couldn’t find a single animal with fur that was naturally that big, forget the color! Plus the mass of wires looked a whole heck of a lot like a spaceship in his opinion!
Okay, time to calm down. What does one do in this situation?
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He has no clue. Maybe he should just leave it alone? It would be the easiest option…
Sadly, Ren remembers the breath he heard. It sounded pretty ragged, and the crash seemed bad. Plus Ren is a sucker for animals, what if the thing in there is hurt!! He should at least check. That way he can settle his mind. Nothing could possibly go wrong!
Ren wormed his way through the top of the spaceship again, this time he was prepared for the slow movement of the creature. It was undeniably big, but not as big as he originally thought. Plus the cockpit was tiny even by his standards, so it wasn’t hard to obscure his view.
He snuck his way through a gap between the fluff and the doorway. Instantly spotting massive delicate wings. They were similar to a monarch butterfly’s, but bright pink instead of orange, with glowing red spots along the edges. They were secured to the creature, and it took him a moment to realize that the delicate things were attached to the neon green mass of tangled fur. He only just now noticed it was tangled actually…
He checked over what he could see of The creature. It was curled up in such a way that its… lower back(?) was what obscured the entrance, and its torso was rotated almost 180 degrees so its chest and face faced the same direction as its lower back, although they were in a wall. It was centaur-like, with a lower body that reminded Ren of a big cat. Green fur covered its entire body, longer and darker on its stomach, and neon green on its back. There was a crest of much longer dark brown fur on its head and down its neck to about the shoulder blades.
one of its arms was seemingly prosthetic, although it could just be missing an arm and the mass of sparking metal near the arm stub was just that, a mass of sparking metal.
If it stood up on its back legs it would probably be a good 24 feet tall, if it stood on all its legs, it would probably still be about 15. Either way, moving it through the hole he had been using to get in and out was not going to be happening.
Now, it wasn’t obviously injured, so he could just leave it to find a way out itself… but it only had one arm! Plus it was unconscious! He wasn’t about to leave a disabled unconscious alien animal out in the freezing Alaskan fall!
He took a second to examine the rest of the cockpit, there was a panel covered in buttons. One was big and red. He probably shouldn’t push-
Ren pushed it.
It didn’t explode, surprisingly. Instead it caused a door to open! Well, open was a bit of a stretch, it actually caused a door to attempt to open before getting stuck halfway. But it was better than nothing.
He tried to push the door into the wall it was sliding into further, and with a screech of metal and a shower of sparks he probably should have been worried about, he managed to open it! Now he just had to get the alien into his house!
The 15 (or maybe 24) foot tall alien.
The alien with massive wings.
That alien.
Okay, maybe he should have thought ahead a bit more…
He went over to the alien’s top half and tried to pull it out of the small crater in the wall it was stuck in. That was when he discovered another road block. The alien had massive curling horns that reminded him of mouflon horns. (He was really into sheep for a while okay?! Don’t question how he knows what that is off the top of his head!!)
Also, the left side of the poor thing’s face was almost totally torn away from just above the upper lip to just over the brow bone. It was still wet with a sticky and gritty black substance that seemed to be the alien’s blood. The other side of its face seemed okay though, and was covered in a peach-fuzz dusting of green fur. Its mouth went all the way around its chin, ear to ear, and two large tusks as well as two smaller fangs poked out. Its eye was closed and he couldn’t see the eye moving beneath the eyelid.
Ren gasped, the wound was undoubtedly severe. He needed to tend to it, soon.
He rushed out of the ship and back into his house, he needed to get it inside and bandaged. It was just a matter of how to do that. He could just drag it inside, but that could hurt it more, and it would be really hard.
Well, he couldn’t think of anything else within five seconds, so dragging it was!
He grabbed some rope (why does he just randomly have rope? Because it’s handy!) and went back out to the ship. He carefully looped the rope along the alien’s torso and began pulling.
It took him half an hour to pull the alien all the way to his door and to maneuver its horns and wings through the doorway. Yet he did do it. And eventually he had an alien in his living room, dripping black goo onto the carpet his mom sent him.
He grabbed a roll of bandages and began to bandage the wound. Trying not to gag at the feeling of wet sticky flesh beneath his fingers. Oddly enough, there wasn’t much muscle, which confused him a bit, but not much. The goo had an oddly grimy texture to it, like wet sand. He decided rather quickly that he wasn’t going to worry too much about that. There was already a lot going on with the strange alien. Getting more to worry about was low on his list of priorities, and that could just be normal for the alien!
Eventually he finished bandaging the alien. By now it was 10:00 PM, and he was tired. His nap had been interrupted after all! He was slightly worried about when the alien would wake up, but that was Futere-Ren's problem. Not his.