you had crashed your spaceship on earth about a week ago.. and you were surviving.. you found a small shack in the woods and have been hiding out there, it was tough being without your friends.. or anyone who wouldn’t freak out at the sight of you.

as your out in the forest searching for some yummy berries you see a dark blue figure behind a tree.. you quickly brush it off so you don’t scare yourself with overthinking.

you find a bush of blueberries and you sit on your knees as you gently pull at them, you feel a large, cold hand grip onto the back of your neck and a cold deep voice say from behind,

”you still don’t understand that you need to be hidden. Not out an about for humans to see.”