Every night when Daisuke went to bed, her heard scratching noises against the metal, along with the sound of light thumping. He had tried to bring it up with the others, but his concerns were just brushed off. Daisuke had almost no other choice other than to investigate himself.

One night, when he heard those noises that were plaguing him, he marched his way through the Tulpar and followed the noises down the stairs and into the cargo hold. He was greeted by the familiar sight of mouthwash everywhere when he first stepped in.

He walked around for a while, paying attention to the skittering and chittering that echoed throughout the spacious room. When he took a left into one of the rows, that’s when he spotted the source of the noises.

A brightly colored, big eyes, humanoid creature. An alien, if he may.