Alien A**holes (Tallest x reader)

26. Honesty spoken

(woah!!! Look whose back from the dead!!! It is I! Your friendly neighbourhood, Oracle!!

Fun fact: this titles chapter was inspired by a Pearl Jam song. Anyone who can figure out which one gets a donut🍩)

"Ha! Take that scumbags!" I yelled, pushing buttons and steering the wheel of a spaceship, shooting lasers and missles at a large hoard of enemy ships.

By my side, clutching anxiously to my seat, was Spunk. He lowered his antennae briefly and trembled slightly from panic. His hand landed on my shoulder and he began to quickly shake me out of urgency.

"Use the beam, use the beam!" He yelped, quickly pacing behind me.

"I can't, the charge levels are too low!" I responded, equally nervous when I noticed more and more ships coming into view, firing their weapons flawlessly.

I released a large series of "no's" and attempted to fix my horrible mistake whilst Spunk continued to try and advise me in his panicked frame of mind.

I was starting to gain back energy levels.

I got so, so close until....

YOU DIED!

"DANGIT!!!" I shouted, slamming my head against the console as spunk attempted to comfort me by lightly patting my back in consolation.

For the past two hours, Spunk had been teaching me to use the training simulator for pilots and gave me some flying advice after a good while of begging and bribing.

I initially wanted to learn knowing that the tallest were hiding something. I wanted to see if I could pilot the escape pods myself. So it became very useful until I realised how easy it was. Just like playing a video game.

So naturally, I introduced the concept to Spunk and we'd been abusing our time on the machine in order to have a little unauthorised fun. Sure It was a bad influence, but what's the harm in a little chaos once in a while.

Goodness knows we both needed it. Just a chance to relax.

So here we are, releasing pent up rage and shooting fake ships.

Spunk got his fair share of frustration out, highly implied by his enraged yells about his anger towards Zim as well as the unfair regulations he has to follow as a pilot.

To be fair, it was bad.

He still hasn't fully gotten over the results of the trial. Whenever I say words that even associate with the spike of judgement, he sends a silent glare towards the floor. Not that I could really blame him.

He took it very hard when Zim was rewarded instead of punished and he certainly had the right. Zim was responsible for the death of an irken he loved deeply. An irken he would never see again. It hurt so bad to see him like that. So, when he was screaming at the simulation and firing like ammo was infinate, I immediately understood that everything was too much.

And honestly, it was weighing on me too.

Fear, loneliness, regret. I felt all of these things but not exactly for the right reason. I wasn't exactly afraid of failing to get back home, nor lonely in a literal sense and certainly not regretful of entering the ship when I became stranded.

No, I was actually more upset by everything else. Being on this ship not only took me away from my friends and family. It also took me away from my problems.

Unemployment was driving me insane and I felt like I had nothing going for me. My family was supportive but I couldn't rely on them forever, and even if I did it wouldn't help with my self-esteem.