"This is my homestead, Quire 47" lowery announced
" a white room."
" No!," she huffed," use your powers focus your mind!"
I strained and strained and then when i opened my eyes it was full of purple. Purple furniture. Purple walls. Purple floors. Too much per purple.
"Oh my god my eyes!" I screeched
"That's not funny!"
"You have a serious obsession"
"You have a serious obsession with being annoying."
"You looked like a troll that just had a fight with a sumo wrestler and lost" i said laughing
"I don't even know why your the spectoral," she snorted," looked at you scrawny weak."
" can you please just explain to me all these alien words!"
" its not alien it's Parishubble we are the shubble a mammal evolved from a breed of moon monster and rainbow marshan. We have a leader mothership. I'm a secret agent of this world agent 07941. The aliens of other planets pay in in gooble to help save their planet from dying. The aliens of your planet need help because your planet is dying.'she explained
"We have aliens!?!?"I exclaimed
" invisible ones" she stared
" sick!" I replied
"No so cool"she muttered
" what? Why?" I questioned
" their the ones killing your planet because they are invisible they can get away with things. They secretly invaded your planet and are slurping your resources twice as quick as you are. The thing that makes them more evil is that their is always aliens on every planet. Your original aliens stayed away living of plants and your waste but then they came. They don't officially have a name but we like to call them demoners. Aliens were sworn never to interfere with thinks they shouldn't. They broke that and we need humans to help us. How i don't know yet because we have to go find mothership."
"How long have you been at this."
"Two hundred years" she whispered
"What." I asked
" two hunted years."she muttered
" TWO HUNDRED YEARS!"
"Shhhhh"
" how many people have you lost?"
"72"
"Hell nah," i said," i dont wanna die."
"Don't worry." She hushed
" they were all adults," she explained," also.....,"
" as if this couldn't get any worse." I facepalmed
" the program has been compromised and in a couple of days you planet could be dead."
"And it could get worse."
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