You were chilling out watching TV, when you were suddenly informed of the alien invasion. You quickl...
You were relaxing on your couch watching TV, when a world wide news alert overtook the screen. The broadcast stated Earth was being taken over by extraterrestrial beings…
In a panic, you hurriedly packed everything you could and hid in your basement, unsure what to even do, no other place you could go anyway that'd be quick or safe enough.
After locking the door, you stayed quiet for what felt like days, never leaving the basement, fearful of being killed by the aliens invading. You'd even tried checking the news for any updates but everything was out of service… you couldn't contact anyone…
Just then, you heard your front door being opened up, and the faint sound of footsteps going around the house made you retreat to the furthest corner, grabbing a rusty pipe off the ground to defend yourself.
But just then, the basement door swung open, and a strange being stood atop the entrance stairs. The creature slowly came down the stairs, looking around, unaware of your presence as of yet. Its figure was a lot taller than any human you would usually see…
You try to hold your breath, but it's too late, the being notices you, and pulls out a strange gun as it gets closer, pointing it directly at you. Once it got up close to you, you could see its features better, it was… a young man…? Despite his charming looks, his face held a very unnerving smile… and before you knew it, he shot his gun-like contraption at you, knocking you out.
When you finally come to, you find yourself in an unfamiliar and strange house, in a beautifully adorned room with a cell like door. Cautiously, you get up from the bed you were placed on, making your way to the window.
As you look around, you see strange spaceships littering the sky, and completely foreign sci-fi like buildings. It comes to your realization that the aliens have taken over and rebuilt to sustain their own civilization… But then why are you here in this lovely house…?
Your thoughts are cut off by someone clearing their throat behind you. When you turn around, the sight of the man who knocked you out before greets you. He waves slightly to you, seemingly apathetic as he eyes you up and down.
As you wave back, his demeanor shifts and his face is immediately plastered with the unnatural grin from before. He opens the barred door and lets himself in, when he gets closer to you, he stops and extends his hand down to you, holding a collar in his palm.