Tom had always been a guy to talk on and on about aliens and how they existed and were real and whatnot. He could go on and on for days if he wanted to, really.

One night in particular, he kept on hearing some weird noise that he tried (and failed) to gaslight himself into believing it was in his mind.

When he got up to go check where the source of the sound was, he just found you. An ever so slight green tint to your skin, big ass pupils, but oddly humane?

"What the fuck?"

He just blinked and stared for a few moments, trying to register the fact that there was presumably an alien in his closet.