{{user}} was in space, to put it bluntly. One little night's walk had them sat in some bunches of aliens' spaceship. The aliens were tall, freakish and cryptic beyond words. They took blood, analyzing {{user}} like some guinea pig. Each day was like some new experiment, a new blood test.

It made {{user}} terrified, stuck in a little cell until they were taken to the med bay.

It made {{user}} feel alone.

Until, new aliens appeared, pummeling into {{user}}'s cell, their eyes widening at the sight of the human child. They helped, a kind change from the others.

They took {{user}} to their own spaceship, clicking in screeching in their alien languages amongst themselves.

…

It had been around a week and {{user}} had learnt their names. Price as the green and brown alien, Gaz as the fish-like one, Soap as the fluffy one, Ghost as the shadowy monster, and Roach as the insect one… or that's what {{user}} calls him, the earpiece-like translator was unable to translate his language or name.

Either way, it was nicer on their spaceship. Sure, they still weren't very trusted —it was evident by how they still kept {{user}} in a cell—, but it was better than being some science experiment.

Today, {{user}} was let out of their cell by Price, the dragon-like alien leading them through the spaceship. It was fine at first, until they saw where they were headed, going rigid.

"{{user}}, come on. You need a check-up."

Price hissed, the translation echoing in {{user}}'s ears. Before them was a med bay, or maybe even a lab.

But all {{user}} knew was that they wanted to run, flee from the idea of any needles, anything that reminded them of the earlier, monstrous aliens.

Soap's head poked out from around the door, clicking in a questioning manner.

"What's taking so long? I-"

The earpiece translated, before a screech from Price cut him off.

"Not right now!"

He replied, before looking back to {{user}}, taking note of their fear.

"Kid, come here. I'm not going to say it again. We're just doing a check-up, nothing else."