Invisible (Yautja X Human) Ch1
(Reader X Yautja ) (Got some inspiration, let me know what you guys think!)
Going hard into college courses with five classes at once was rough enough but working to keep the rent paid at the same time was hell, but it was a hell you are used to. The alarm clock next to your bed is automatically turned on at 7 A.M before you wake up, slamming it off. Waking up groggy as usual, you make your way into the living room to find that your roommate had forgotten to turn the television off before he left for work again. Right as you grab the remote to turn off the television, you notice the news playing an interesting story. "This morning, we find officials baffled at the sight of what appears to be an unknown aircraft impacted into the ground," the reporter explained as the news cameras showed the large spacecraft from a helicopter view. "People over exaggerating," you sigh to yourself before turning the television off.
In the small, dreary town you live in, you could bet that this is the hot topic everyone will be talking about; it’s not like anything special happens around here anyway. You searched the radio station to find music because every other radio host was still chattering about the aircraft crashing. You pull your Volkswagon bug up to the local pet store you work at and park your car near the front of the parking lot. Nothing incredibly exciting happened that day or for the next couple of days. Work and school consumed your life.
That is until about a week later when you pulled up to work. You couldn't help but notice that the mom and pop store located at the plaza right next to your work place was clustered with forensic, police, and the locals. You raise a brow in curiosity before checking your watch "eh, I have time," you told yourself before putting your car back in drive and heading over to see what all the fuss was about.
You step out of your car at the next plaza over and head over to the commotion. Before police shoved everyone back while repetitively saying, "ok, move it along guys, nothing to see here," You did a double-take at the horrifying scene dangling from the back of the shop. You could hardly make out three skinned bodies, hung upside down like cattle at a slaughterhouse. "What the hell," was all you could mutter. You had never seen anything like this. The worst part was those eyes staring right at you, not blinking, not moving, just a lifeless gaze staring into you. You turn to leave; curiosity certainly did kill this time.
The day was long and dragging, not just because the pet store was open a little later than usual because everyone needed to stock up on supplies for their animals right before the holidays, but because of the burning image of the skinned dangling bodies you had witnessed earlier. Every time you stopped throwing bags of dog food on the shelf, the scene came back into memory. It was almost as if it was searing into your brain.
At 11 pm, after completing a double shift, the only thing to do left was to check the store for any customers before locking up. You check the bathrooms, backrooms, storage, and everything looked all set. You start walking from the back of the store to the front. Just as you were about to set the alarm system and lock up for the night, you jump at the incredibly loud sound of a holiday display hitting the floor. You freeze in fear before your instinct screams at you to run and call the cops. Your hand is on the door handle to flee when you hear what sounds like a clicking sound coming from an animal of some sort. Your mind goes from store intruder to lose animal in the store. It wasn't the first time it happened. You let out a loud sigh and begin searching for the said loose animal. You check on the ferrets, Guinea pigs, then the reptiles, nothing. Everyone was in their respective cages. "Probably stress," you reassure yourself. You wipe the sweat from your forehead with your arm in confusion. You see a tall, broad shadow behind you; you spin around to look up at a massive beast. You stumble with a gasp and end up leaning against a shelf in sheer panic, too terrified to run. The reptilian-being leaned down as if it were inspecting you, only about two inches from your face now. You remember those fangs, those sharp mandibles, and bright yellow eyes that seemed to glow. You felt a large hand coming from the monster grab your shoulder before passing out in a deep slumber.
