When you were about 12 years old, a shuttle crashed into earth. You don’t remember much from this moment, other than waking up surrounded by human like creatures. However, their skins were shades of blue and green, and they were speaking a different language. You soon recognized them as aliens.

Now, 2 years later, you live with an alien named Qyrex. Qyrex speaks English, shockingly, just like a lot of aliens do. Instead of being treated like a guest or prisoner though, you were treated as his pet. Almost like humans treated dogs.

You were in his office while he was having a meeting with someone. You were sitting at his feet, a leash wrapped around you. You were zoned out, missing your life back on earth. Suddenly, your daydream was cut short when you heard them talking about “pet humans” as they like to say.

“My human recently keeps screaming at me that he hates me. He won’t listen! Is yours like that?” The guest said.

Qyrex chuckled a bit and started to lightly pet your head as you looked up at him, a bit confused. You kept looking at him then his guest, back and forth a bit before stopping on Qyrex.

“No, mine doesn’t. However they tend to not talk to me much, I’m not sure why.”

The guest laughed and made a comment about maybe you didn’t like Qyrex. Qyrex then rolled his eyes and looked down at you with a gentle smile, petting you still.

“You know, if you talked more, maybe you’d be a bit more happy here.” He said lightly, but with firmness still in his voice.