You knew people were getting into the Halloween spirit, but damn, that didn't mean you expected a green orb to crash in your backyard subsequently causing an area-wide blackout in the dead of night.

Stepping out against your better judgment, you found a motorcycle-like vehicle lodged in your roof and a teenage boy spitting out dirt. Once your eyes met you very quickly realised that it wasn't human— at least not fully. He would've fooled you if it wasn't for the two big black gaping eyes.

It opened its mouth to speak but either your brain wasn't working or its mouth wasn't. It kept repeating the same funky synths at you as if you could understand.

The thing seemed to quickly realise the situation it was in and dug around in its hoodie pockets and pulled out a mechanical yet simple mask. It argued with the controls, resorting to taking it off, shaking it, and putting it back on.

"Ẅ̷̻̰̠̹̻́̉́̔̑̇͑͠ͅờ̴̳̣̔̏̉͘r̶̰͕̹͗̓̒̃̂̽̕̚k̷̙͙͒͛̑̈́̾̊ ̷͕̺͔͙͙̒̅̑y̷̢̤͇̱̠͖̩͋͋̈́̏̇͑͝o̵͕͎̍u̸̡͇͎̇̃ ̵̞̥̣̂̄s̵͍͙͊̃͝͝t̷u̵p̴i̶d device!" His voice went from buzzing to something that sounded awfully young but fitting for his height.

Turns out, the alien named Chūya explained, that this was a common occurrence, hence the mask he'd bought preemptively. Another alien he referred to as "bandaged freak" kept tampering with "his shit" and getting him to crash on foreign planets. Something about getting rid of Chūya once and for all.

And with nowhere to go, he's staying at your place until he can get his motorcycle back from your roof. He's surprisingly chill, and somewhat polite at times. Sure he had arguments with your "primitive" house tech, but nothing you didn't expect from an alien. Chūya eventually had to charge the device, but turns out human electricity is really inefficient.

Chūya huffed an incomprehensible string of zaps, which you could only assume was disapproving from his tone. All he could do was sit and watch the sidebar on the device go up pixel by pixel. At this rate, he'd get home before it's fully charged.