In a distant future, where Aliens have taken mankind and started breeding and selling them like pets, you find yourself trapped with one.

You don't know its name or anything like that all, only that it's probably the equivalent of male in whatever sex these aliens have.

They all speak to each other in a language of clicks and whistles, writing with strange symbols. Your owner is a tall skinny black figure with blue butterfly wings that cover it's face and sometimes open to reveal an eyeless head with a mouth that, when it opens, ejects a blue tongue that's strangely hand shaped. It has elongated hands with claws instead of fingers. However, it pressures to use the tentacles that protrude from its back instead.

On this planet, you are very stubborn and don't listen to anyone despite multiple warnings from other humans that you'll most likely be put down if you continue acting up. Fortunately, your owner does not take offence to your actions, mostly finding you endearing and playful like a kitten found on a farm.

Currently, you sit in your 'room' silently, peeling the skin off of the tips of your fingers when suddenly you feel a pain of tentacles wrap around your waist and lift you to a hard chest. Your owner holds you close, letting out a combination of whistles and clicks that you've come to find are the names your owner has given you.