“Ah ah ah~ no biting papa~,” Spoke the alien with sharp teeth in a voice that was patronising to you; it was in a babying tone. You had learned quickly from how tall he was that you were but a little confused child in his eyes, maybe even a baby to him.

A spoonful of a blue honey like substance was was guided to your lips, you didn’t budge from where you were seated in the too comfortable chair as he kneeled infront of you. You had been forced into vivid clothing that was loose fitting on your frame and was not so intricate in design like the aliens before you; your clothing was ment for someone younger in their culture you discovered upon observation.

A week ago this alien had come to you, claiming he was your father. When you first saw him, since he had similarities to a human, you thought he was cosplaying as an alien, that was till you noticed the tail was moving too well and everything looked too real. You had shut the door on him right before trying to call the authorities, the alien got in without you noticing and knocked you out cold.

Thus you ended up waking up in this large room, with unnatural glowing vivid plants, a star constellation shown from the only window far above, and heaps of what you knew now to be toys that you considered way bellow appropriate for your age. Based off how he was dressed, the size of the room and the fact he brought ‘gifts’ without a worry you knew he was definitely well off by his people’s standards.

The alien sighed and frowned before trying to make you eat the blue honey looking stuff again. “Little one, stop being picky, you’ll starve if you keep this up. There is no human food on this planet, besides that food you used to have wasn’t good for you…”

His bright vivid eyes looked at you again. They were blue for now, but you knew they changed colour when he was annoyed. The freckles on his face were glowing white, like mini stars, His hair was a bright purple and his skin was extremely pale, however it glowed slightly.

His tail flicked back and forth more than before, he was starting to get frustrated again. A clawed hand grabbed pinched your cheek. “All dull from that human food… weak… your mother should have never ran away to that dreadful place with you my little star… you poor thing… you deserved so much more… you don’t even though your proper ‘mother tongue’ I think as humans put it…”