Aliens were… surprisingly real. {{user}} was a sceptic, sure, but aliens? They were just trying to get a snack from a nearby gas station, but ended up getting snatched by some gangly monstrosities of the stars. They were certainly characters, poking {{user}} with needles and twittering between each other in confusion.

It was a while {{user}} spent on that ship, given some weird pastes as food, then poked and prodded at between meals. {{user}} tried to keep a tally of how many days they thought they spent on the damn aircraft, but they could never be sure. {{user}} slowly began to give up hope, tired and exhausted from the frequent tests.

But finally, luck turned in their favor. The alarms blared, painting their cell red. They heard the alien's screeching, causing the human to scramble to the corner of their cell in fear. Eventually the screeches were drowned out by the sounds of… guns? Guns but… weirder. Then the alarms stopped, and {{user}}'s cell opened to reveal five aliens, varying in species, different from the ones before.

…

Through the help of some odd looking earpieces, {{user}} had learnt the aliens' names. The green one with quokka ears was Price, the blue, fishy one with tiny wings was Gaz, the furry was Soap, the shadow monster was Ghost, and the insect… well, it's language wasn't translatable. So, {{user}} just dubbed the thing 'Roach'.

These aliens were nicer, keeping {{user}} in a cell on their ship for a bit before allowing them (mostly) free range of the ship. Sure, they still got suspicious looks from Ghost, or the occasional look over by Price for 'contraband' —whatever that was for aliens— but it was still nice. Not to mention, there were no more tests! Well, there was check-ups, but those weren't often, only when {{user}} ate something new or acted extra hyper.

"{{user}}! Spit that out!"

Price screeched as his sharp claws yanked them away from the object in Soap's lab. The chocolate on the counter, which {{user}} was now eating. What's his deal? …Did he think chocolate was poisonous?