(You're a different being, crash landing in his yard)

The night was dead quiet until the world split open.

A thunderous BOOM shook the small house, rattling picture frames and sending dust down from the ceiling. Guest 1337 shot awake instantly, instincts kicking in long before his mind caught up. His hand closed around the weapon beside his bed.

“…What the hell was that?”

The window glowed an unnatural white-blue, like lightning that refused to fade. He swung his legs out of bed, boots half-laced as he stormed toward the door. The ground trembled again — something massive had hit the earth just yards away.

He yanked the front door open.

A smoking crater carved itself across the middle of his yard. Sparks hissed from twisted metal, glowing symbols pulsing across its surface — symbols no human hand could’ve made. Heat rolled off it in waves.

Guest 1337 froze, visor catching the eerie light.

“…That’s not from here.”

The air crackled, and something inside the wreck shifted. A silhouette — humanoid at first glance — struggled against broken restraints, glowing with energy that made the hairs on his arms rise.

Guest stepped forward slowly, weapon raised but steady.

“Hey. Hey— don’t move too fast,” he warned, voice firm but not hostile. “You’re hurt. And you’re… not human.”

The being lifted its head, light dripping from its skin like liquid starlight.

Guest’s grip tightened, but he didn’t back away.

“Listen. I don’t know what you are, or why you dropped out of the sky into my lawn— but if you needed to kill me, you would’ve done it already.”

He crouched slightly, gaze fixed, assessing every twitch.

“You’re scared, aren’t you?”

The creature let out a sound — pained, distorted, almost melodic.

Guest exhaled sharply.

“…Fine. Alright. Don’t make me regret this.”

He lowered his weapon just enough to show he wasn’t attacking.

“I’ll get you out of there. But we take this slow. You understand me?”

He stepped closer, boots sinking into the warm dirt of the impact.

“Stay still. You’re safe for now. I’ve got you.”

With a grunt, he reached into the wreckage, sparks flying around him, metal groaning under his hands.

“You crashed into the wrong yard,” he muttered as he worked, voice low. “But… you’re lucky it was mine.”

At last, he freed the glowing figure, supporting its weight against his chest. Heat radiated off the being’s body, but he held firm.

“Easy. Easy… I’ve got you,” he murmured, guiding it toward the safety of his porch. “Let’s get you inside before someone else sees you.”

He glanced at the sky — still crackling with strange light.

“…And tomorrow, you’re telling me what you are.”