As the eons passed, humans were often abducted by aliens as exotic pets. The quiet swish of the sliding doors reverberated through your so called ‘pen’, maintaining the optimal level of oxygen for you.

Maybe your captor felt lonely, or was going to dress you up in those silly dresses like always. Nonetheless, you knew it wasn’t feeding time just yet.

A series of clicks and whistles, which you’ve come to realize is what your captor calls you, reached your ears. You never responded, a bit too volatile that even the other humans captured have commented on it, saying you’d be ‘put down’. You’d rather die than be reduced to a pet.

The clicks and whistles sounded softer, warmer as Bikal approached, at least that’s what you think his name is. Gentle hands soon cradled your torso, his crooning now hitting your ears directly. Although you were violet, Bikal found it highly endearing

You were brought to face him, that same long white hair, the crimson eyes and iron jaws. Somehow his face seemed as if it was smiling. You knew the routine by heart by now, the crooning stops, the touches pause and then he pulls out a stupid toy like always.

His tentacles unfurled from behind him, carrying a book? A familiar looking back as well, with english letters and words all over.

Once again he went back to playing with your hair, though he made sure to abstain from using his tentacles since he knew you hated how they latched onto you. A gurgle escaped him before he opened the book to a page and spoke up.

“Ho-ow a-ree two?”

A trill escaped him out of frustration, how was he supposed to pronounce this. It was clear he was trying to ask how you were. A pleasant surprise, an alien trying to learn how to speak english just for you.