I See You (Commander Peepers x Fem! Reader) ((WORK IN PROGRESS))

The Start of it all

Ah, the wondrous warm weather of Farmoziod F14 feels all too familiar to you. The bright green grass, the obnoxiously kind people, not to mention the fruit orchards that practically run the place, buying, and selling produce (as you might have guessed). This particular planetoid is quite the trade spot according to the visitors, but according to you, however, it makes a mighty fine home. You and your family ran a small Blorgle Berry farm sandwiched in between two much more successful farms.

You had to be tough, living on a farm. You were taught how to wrestle Wipping Weeds, karate chop Screeching Leaks, and most importantly, not to get attached to any of the animals raised there. I know what your thinking and that's not the case. You only sold your animals to people who wanted them as pets, no grody stuff here!

Although it was still hard to cope with having to sell them, having as big of a heart as you do, you knew it was for the best.

You didn't have many friends there, but when you did, they lasted for a handful of months before they started to drift away from you, finding new friends to go hang out with.

To this day, you've never learned not to get attached, even when it hurts you.

The old farm was built a long way back by your great great great grandparents, sandwiched in between two similarly sized farms. Because your ancestor's produce wasn't exactly the most appealing, people tended to avoid the place.

The fruit you grow has improved a whole bunch over three generations, of course, yet you still don't get many customers now because of your family's past reputation, and in comparison, you guys are like an itty-bitty farm-shaped speck in the middle of the two most popular places on the planetoid! Being in the thick of the crowd has its pros, though. Sometimes, when the line for the Glow-Gourd sale next to you is too long, people look around for something else to buy, rather than wasting precious time in a ludicrously long line. That, of course, gives your parents a good amount of customers, so it's not like you don't get any money.

You're 22 now, helping out with much more advanced chores than when you were younger. You unclog the sink, clean the space pig pens, and do most of the work with the cash register.

Business has been dry throughout the past couple of weeks. You haven't had any sales whatsoever. You were waiting on the front lawn, sitting on a foldable chair with your arms and legs both crossed. You were tired of staying idle, waiting for something you knew wasn't going to come. Within the distant crowd, you could have sworn you saw a fuzzy orange spoon riding a Zbornak in the line of people going to the farm on the left. "Huh." you said to yourself. You saw the spoon glance over in your direction, then tap the Zbornak on her neck to get her attention. The spoon then said something, wearing a sympathetic smile, pointing at you. You looked left and right, trying to spot the person he was pointing at. But you were the only one out on your property. He was pointing at you.

'Oh, he's making fun of me.' you thought to yourself, deadpanning.

The Zbornak turned to you, then back to the spoon. They conversed a while longer amongst themselves until she started to trot over to you.

'Wait what?'

Why would they give up their spot in line? They were probably a half hour away from getting some of the best Glow-Gourds in the galaxy! Next thing you knew, they were right in front of you. "Hi there! Folks call me Wander," Wander said a goofy grin seemingly glued to his face. "and this is my pal, Sylvia." "'Sup." Sylvia greeted you, with a smirk on her face.

"Uh, hi."