Alien A**holes (Tallest x reader)

8. Taste the food, love the food, ...be the food?

(Shortish chapter.)

I stepped out of the control room in a hurry, almost stumbling to the floor as I did so. The tension in my body had finally caused me to collapse, much like when I first arrived on this ship.

Reds tone was so dark. So fearsome. I wouldnt have believed it if it didnt happen, but his tone surely had my life flashing before my eyes. Images of the people I loved reeling on the tape of my mind and rushing through at the speed of light. The thought of dying without seeing their faces again scared me. The thought of dying alone. The thought of dying in space.

Red couldve made that happen with a single click of his three fingers. That's when it occurred to me that I'm not the one in control. And I cant risk causing any problems or red wont hesitate. Purple might.

At least I had one leader on my side, even if it was only for the snacks. But that seems to be the only reason they havent killed me yet. I could only be grateful that I realised this little weakness of theirs.

I have no idea what I'm doing here.

All this thinking and worry hasn't helped me at all. I'm still stuck on a ship with sadistic aliens. I'm tired and hungry and I still havent moved from this stupid floor.

What was I meant to do? It's not like I know where anything is! If anything, I'm more likely to get stares and glares from the many irkens that roamed this vessel. It wasnt helping that my stomach was begging me for food.

I finally got up with a sigh, scanning the hallways for any clue of where I should go. This ship is gigantic! Why dont they label the fucking corridors!?!

Growling in annoyance, my feet stepped forward towards the corridor on my left and took off in a speed walk.

The ship was even bigger than I thought. It was filled with practically endless corridors and I wasnt even sure this was part of the main ship anymore. It gave me a sense that whoever designed this ship made this area specifically for a game of hide and seek or a maze.

I opened another door, groaning for at least the 5th time. Behind the door was yet another lengthy road through the maze. How big was this ship!?

It was like some kind of Mary Poppins trick. The ship was almost the size of a dwarf planet. But on the inside it seemed impossibly humongous, like it was the size of our sun.

It could just feel like that but I was almost convinced that it was real. Most likely because I'm tired and hungry and time feels longer when your not in a good mood. Why is that, anyway?

It's strange. We have the time of our lives and it feels like it went away in minutes but when we cant stand something, or we arent happy, time goes slower than a drugged snail.

I neared the end of the hallway, pulling the door open and sighing in relief to finally see somewhere I recognised. The Cafeteria.

I almost bowed to pray to whatever god was up there, but restrained myself. At least until I could grab something to eat.

Irkens lined up In single file alongside the counter. It was much smaller than the one seen earlier but it was still large considering it had to feed the amount of irkens that could fill this monster of a ship. And most irkens are small too!

I looked up in attempts to read the screens above but all lettering was strange alien symbols and language I had never seen before. My eyebrow raised in query over the foreign words before I wandered over to a lone irken at a counter.

She was clearly taken aback by my presence alone but my words suprised her even further.

"Uh..what currency do you guys take?" I inquired with an awkward grin, avoiding eye contact.

She took a moment, staring at my face as if I was insane. At this point, maybe I am. Just spending a couple of days, I think, on this ship and I've already had two and a half near death experiences. Im also being threatened by two sadistic alien monarchs. How do you react to something like that!?

"Uh....Monies" she spoke with a look of confusion and a uncertain tone in her words.

"What's that?" I ask out of impulse before realising, once again, I'm in space. Am I really getting used to this extraterrestrial atmosphere that quickly?

"Well....its this" claimed the irken, holding her hand out to show brownish coins and a green bill. Huh, strange. The paper money looked a lot like dollars.

"Is it possible to get hired here?" I questioned, deciding to make a brief but convenient living out of being here whilst I could.

The irkens voice hitched, her orange bug eyes went wide, and her form became stiff. She was certainly uncomfortable.

"Uh...I'll have to check for you. Wait here" she asked before rushing out of my view. She left as quickly as I did after talking to the irken leaders. Was I that scary? I suppose any alien would be nervous around a species theyd never seen before. Spunk and i didnt have the smoothest start either, though our friendship was far quicker building than any relationship I had in this part of the universe.

My relationship with the "almighty" tyrants was growing too. But not in a friendly way. It was more like a mutuality we all had to tolerate.

Purple was just there for the snacks, red just wanted purple to shut up and I just wanted to go home.

We all "Just" wanted to get something out of it.

It didnt take long for the irken female to return with a bigger irken. He was a few inches taller than her and held a wide-eyed expression. Honestly, I was starting to get used to it.

"What exactly are you?" He questioned, gaze travelling up and down my form in mild interest and confusion.

"I'm human. From the planet earth" I stated politely. Hoping to make a good impression on the one I wanted to work for.

"Jen told me youd like to work here? Is that true?" He said, gesturing to the female beside him. I nodded in response with the smallest ghost of a smile.

He seemed to contemplate for a while, antennae twitching lightly as he did so. His expression contorted regularly at each thought. Starting with confusion, switching to realisation, disgust, more realisation and then a smile.

Was he scanning my brain for qualifications!?! I hope not. Theres some embarassing shit that goes on in my head. I just pray that Irkens arent telepathic. I glanced between the two aliens in front of me, scanning for any answers.

"Your not associated with invader Zim, at all, are you?" He finally questioned, Glaring right through me as if saying "dont you dare lie to me!"

I could only shake my head, not fully understanding the amount of malice this irken had for Zim.

It seemed like a common trend to hate on whoever this Zim character was. If the story I was told by that soldier was accurate, I suppose it made sense why. Giving the rest of his race grievances seemed to mould everyones opinions very quickly. I wonder what would make him so destructive.

Whatever the reason, I didnt have to worry about it because of the manager giving me a subtle nod in approval and agreeing to let me work for him.

I got a job in space. Who wouldve guessed?