Alien A**holes (Tallest x reader)

9. you arent a table!

It seemed that irkens had no need for sleep.

When I had asked them if I should start working tomorrow, all I got was a simple shrug and confused gazes from my coworkers.

My manager, who I discovered was named Shloopsmorp, got me on work instantly. He had originally planned to get me working on the counter but it was apparent that I was absolutely useless for not knowing how to read irken language.

Instead, guess who got stuck on dishwasher duty.

Dot.

And I was working alongside her as a cleaner.

Believe me. There was more excitement in this job than youd think. Alien food reminded me much of giant squid fused with my sleep paralysis demon. Each cleanup was it's own adventure! Not that it was the good kind.

Currently, I was trapped. Wedged between a large purple goo monster and the table. I was literally wrestling it with a broom. "Ugh! I'll never complain about sprouts again" I mused with a grunt, pushing against the goo at full force and swiping at it with the broom.

It didnt help. In fact, it just provoked the slime further. Dang it!

Sliding off the table, I had managed to put room between me and the bundle of living food. My life has surely taken a strange turn. Am I living in some kind of dumb, nonsensical fanfiction?

The creature lunged, throwing itself at me and closing the gap between us once again. I could only yelp when my back hit the floor and I placed the broom back in its position from earlier. Cant Irkens just eat food that doesnt want to attack me!?!

My eyes searched for a solution, looking between tables numbered sen to shmeck (one to ten in irken) and the monster that wrestled against my broom. Table shmeck had one of my tools. A can of disinfectant. Perhaps it would weaken it.

Struggling under the weight of the anthropomorphic goo, I dragged my body towards the table. It wasnt far away but it didnt make it less of a hindrance, either.

The purple slime ball only seemed to get stronger. It was that or I was being tired out. It pushed its weight on my chest, attempting to cease my fighting. I almost gave up. The heavy weight was almost impossible to move under by this point.

The can was barely in reach. It was like it was mocking me.

I continued to push my arm upwards, barely missing the creature above me in attempts to grab the cleaning substance. My arm was straining to the best of its ability and almost got knocked away by the large body of slime.

The creature kept its whole body against me, as if I would overpower it if it even lifted a finger.

This could be used to my advantage.

I continued to reach for the canister, sucking up the aching in my armpit as it seemed to pull further than was humanly possible. It felt like it could be dislocated at any second before I felt a cold metal at the tip of my fingers.

I wrapped my hand around a cylinder based object before pulling it off with a relieved sigh and instantly shooting the creature with a misty spray.

There was a cloud before it settled and I was, once again, the only messy thing in this cafeteria. What I would give for a shower right now!

Beep, beep!

Ah, my shift is over. Thank goodness.

Shloopsmorp gave all of his employees devices that mimicked the appearance of a watch. It would give us all alarms for when our shifts started and ended. Thank goodness for that because I have no concept of time on this ship.