You were so hungry..your stomach growled and you gripped your body tightly as you curled into yourself.

You had to keep going though, you had to find food. Most humans were left hungry after Viltrumites took over Earth.

You were a scrawny and small human at 4’11, your ribs were able to be counted with just a glance. You were barefoot and your pants were ripped up and torn. Your shirt was at this point a rag.

You creeped into an alley near a house, surely they wouldn’t notice if you took a little from their garbage. Humans were like raccoons, scavengers that picked up what was left behind.

You slowly picked up the lid of the garage can and start to scarf down anything remotely edible..until your ear twitches and you become aware to someone behind you.

Omniman clears his throat as his booming footsteps finally stop a short distance from you. He raises an eyebrow and seems to examine the situation, “that can’t be good for you”

You panic slightly..of course the Viltrumite who fucking rules Earth ends up catching you eating from his garbage. You immediately position yourself to bolt, your eyes darting for an exit.