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Onimikeler plot idea (feedback please?)

This is sort of a way for me to get down my ideas for a potential plot for an (onimikeler) project i'm slowly putting together. Let me know if you find this interesting at all!. =u=

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His name was Unity Alexander Cheri at some point. He used to be an alien obsessed college student, taking life to the fullest. He sang in the shower, wore colorful clothes that he loved, and took part in a lot of social media. He can recall going to one too many parties and doing things he's glad his mother would never know about. He struggled with his parent's demand for him to become someone important and smart, and he struggled with society finding not only his skin to be too brown, but for his sexual preference to be too male orientated. He struggled with fears from the child within him. But he was none the less, happy.

His name now is Alex. His name is Alex, and he no longer lives in that world anymore. He left behind not only himself, and the life he had carefully yet carelessly crafted, but the two people he loved the most. He remembered falling in love with them, their alien forms to be god like in beauty, their dependence on him sending shivers down his spine. And just as perfect as their love had been, it didn't last long. They were gone, and he had to run. Alex had to run.

Alex stood in front of his mirror, his eyes gazing at his figure. He had on jeans and a dark violet shirt that read "Protect Pluto" in bold white letters. He looked over to the chair that sat next to the mirror. He looked between his old white lab jacket and his dull green jacket. Both were long and stopped below his hips. The green jacket was a gift from a college friend, and he especially loved the yellow decorative stripes that it had on the sleeves.

He grabbed the lab jacket, walking out the door, and out of his apartment. He used his keys to lock the door, and placed them in his jacket pocket with his phone. The walk to the local CVS was ten minutes, and that was where he worked. He helped keep products in stalk and whatever. He also sometimes worked behind the pharmacy, even when it's technically something that he legally can't do. This town was too chill.

It was another thirty quite minutes before the first customer of the day walked in. Alex didn't really care too much to look up to see who it was, only listening to their footsteps as they wondered the isles. The magazine Alex had in his hands was some teenage girl one that talked all about celebrities. It's not that he cared, but he did find the drama entertaining. Eventually, He heard stuffing being dropped on the counter in front of him, and he looked up, only to grin.

"Let's see what we've got here this time." Alex stood up, taking the items and running them under the system.

"It's nothing out of the ordinary, I swear." The customer smiled in reply.

"Oh, I know, I know. Nothing like buying some duck-tape, head-ache meds, instant coffee, a Hershey bar, and what is this? What the hell do you need eyeliner for?" Alex laughed, placing the items in a bag.

"That's for me to know and for you to never find out!" The customer replied playfully, balancing on the back of his feet.

"Alright alright." Alex shook his head. "I'm going to guess with the head-ache meds, chocolate, and coffee that a certain boyfriend of yours sent you over this early in the morning?"

"Rough night. He couldn't sleep."

"Then I guess you really don't need the duck tape." Alex said jokingly, pretending to take it back.

"Oh we've got plenty of duck tape at home for that!" The customer had no shame. "We just, kinda, well lost it. I blame the cat."

"Okay okay."