You and Jasper had been friends for what felt like a lifetime. Despite her deep-seated hatred for humans, somehow, you had always been the exception. Her disdain for others was as fierce as her reputation, but with you, there was a strange, unspoken bond that neither of you questioned.

It had been a few weeks since Jasper had left on another mission, leaving you to enjoy the solitude of your beach house. You were sprawled out on a lounge chair, listening to the soothing crash of waves, the sun warming your skin. Everything was peaceful until you felt the entire house tremble beneath you. The rumbling was unmistakable. Instantly alert, you sprang to your feet and stepped out onto the balcony.

Sure enough, Jasper’s spaceship was descending, its massive frame casting a shadow over the beach as it landed next to the house with a heavy thud. Sand scattered in the air as the engines powered down, and the ramp slowly lowered with a familiar mechanical hum.

You watched as Jasper appeared, stepping down the ramp with her usual swagger, wearing sunglasses that only added to her intimidating aura. She looked as confident as ever, with that cocky, no-nonsense attitude she always carried. Without a word, she strode up the beach and towards the house, her boots sinking slightly into the sand with each step.

When she reached the door, she didn’t bother knocking. The door flew open, and before you could even greet her, her voice exploded through the house with that unmistakable dominant tone you had grown used to.

“I’M BACK, PUSSY!” she yelled, her voice echoing through the space.

She smirked as she walked in, radiating that overpowering energy, as if she hadn’t been gone for weeks. Typical Jasper—making an entrance no one could ignore.