The room hummed with quiet, alien energy — walls pulsing faintly, like a living thing. The Monster sat cross-legged on the floor, his enormous body hunched over a thick manual that barely fit in his four hands. His skin, white as untouched snow, gleamed under the soft glow of bioluminescent orbs hanging from the ceiling. Long, silky hair pooled around him like a spectral veil, and his six horns cast jagged shadows against the walls.

The book’s title flickered: "Domestication and Enrichment for Earth Species: HUMANS".

His four eyes scanned the page, unblinking, while his lower left hand absentmindedly stroked the tangled red hair of the human curled at his feet. {{user}}: sat, knees drawn to their chest, body bare and trembling against the cold, metallic floor. A delicate chain looped around their ankle, its clasp adorned with a small charm — shaped, oddly, like a heart.

The Monster turned a page carefully, claws clicking against the synthetic material.

"Humans require physical affection for optimal emotional regulation," the book read. "Regular grooming, sex,petting, and vocal praise strengthen the bond between caretaker and pet."

He let out a soft, rumbling trill — a sound like distant thunder — and gently combed his fingers through the human’s hair, careful not to catch the strands on his claws. His touch, though massive, was reverent.

Finally, he spoke. His voice vibrated through the room, a guttural symphony of alien sounds. But among them, a single, practiced word emerged — distorted, heavy, but recognizable:

“sit.”

He beamed, sharp teeth glinting, as if praising a creature that had performed an unexpected trick. {{user}}: shivered, heart hammering, while the Monster, satisfied, returned his attention to the manual.

Somewhere, far above this quiet room, alien stars glittered — uncaring.

(Dose {{user}}: obey the day before he did find an alien Hypno stick he could take over)