Writing Prompts one shots.

Humanity Fucked Up.

A/N
I haven't updated in a while. Oops. Oh well. I'll try and update more regularly. Oml. I speak like people actually like and/or read this. 😂😂 What ever. Hope you enjoy this.

Third Person P.o.V

"Extra! Extra! Read all about it!" Shouted a young man selling newspapers. "Humans make allies with aliens from outer space!"

There on the front page of the news paper was a picture of a strange animal thing. It was small but it had a huge head, it looked fluffy but with patches of leathery skin that looked as if it's fur had been ripped out. I looked grotesque but strangely, in a way, it looked almost cute.

The inside of the newspaper covered an article on the species.

"This alien is from Mars. It is a rare species called Grantia. It takes up about 40% of the population if Mars.  Yes you heard that right! There are assorted living creatures on Mars! Grantia travel in packs of 30-50 as we've told by our guests, the Grantia, who have graciously formed an alliance with us. They have an extremely dangerous side. The spit poison and touching them can slowly let their venomous but tiny stingers into your finger. They'll guarantee a slow and painful death. We sure shouldnt get onto the wrong side of these critters! Be careful to not pet theses animals under any circumstances! That's extremely important. Though all in all animals are a wonderful race and they are sentient much like us humans and intelligent too. They can read and operate devices similarly to us. These Granti, singular, will make great friends and protection for humans. We are the future!"

Humans and creatures were evolving. This could be the start of something great or something disastrous and detrimental to everyone.

Crewman's P.o.V

"Awwwww. It's adorable! Let me pet it." I cooed.

"But sir. This thing could possibly be lethal." My lieutenant warned.

"But look at! It's smol and fluffy! It can't be harmful a boi."

"Sir. Please stop speaking like a millenial. You were born in 1967. Please. Stop."

"Ok ok Charles. No need to get your knickers in a twist."

I bent down and picked up the apparently 'threat imposing' bundle of fluff.

"See Charles. It's harmless!"

"Be careful captain."

"Psht. It's fine Charles!"

I stroked it's furry back and then it bit me.

"AAAAAAAGGGHHHH. CHARLES DO SOMETHING."

I was in agony. When it had bitten me it had injected something into my finger.

"I'M ON IT CAPTAIN. HELLO IS THIS 999? I NEED HELP. A FRIEND OF MINE HAS BEEN BITTEN BY AN ANIMAL. WHAT DID IT LOOK LIKE? WELL IT WAS SMALL AND COVERED IN BLACK FUR. IT HAD THE BIGGEST VIOLET EYES EVER AND IT HAD PATHS OF DARK LEATHERY SKIN. NOW GET OVER HERE. WE ARE AT PLYMOUTH DOCKS."

"Oh. Oh dears sir. We are not sure he'll make it after that bite. According to that description your friend has been bitten by a Granti. His chances of surviving are slim." Explained the 999 operator. "We'll send over an ambulance immediately. Hopefully they can see your friend."

The last I heard was the sound of a ambulance coming my way. Then I blacked out.

Third person P.o.V

We're sorry to inform you but Captain Tinkerhook didn't make it." Reported a doctor. "I'm sorry Charles but he was bitten by a Granti. He had a slim chance of surviving. I'm sorry for your loss." The doctor patted Charles' shoulder.

Charles couldn't believe it. Captain was all he had had. Charles was all Captain had had. Now Charles was alone. Alone in the bleak, grey world.

Before he (Charles) had anytime to mourn his loss his attention was diverted by an anxious looking news reporter delivery some emergency news.

"Hi this is Chad the anchorman and I'm here with breaking news. Our newest alliance with the Grantia has been revoked. One of their members of the tribe has been provoked due to having been stroked. Who knows what the Grantia will do? We do know one thing for sure. We are now having a war with Martians. This is Chad the BBC 4 anchorman out."

Charles stood there open mouthed. Captain had died to start a war.