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Invisible (Yautja X Human) Ch1
(Reader X Yautja ) (Got some inspiration, let me know what you guys think!)

Going hard into college courses with five classes at once was rough enough but working to keep the rent paid at the same time was hell, but it was a hell you are used to. The alarm clock next to your bed is automatically turned on at 7 A.M before you wake up, slamming it off. Waking up groggy as usual, you make your way into the living room to find that your roommate had forgotten to turn the television off before he left for work again. Right as you grab the remote to turn it off, you notice the news playing quite an interesting story. “This morning, we find officials baffled at the sight of what appears to be an unknown aircraft impacted into the ground,” the reporter explained as the news cameras showed the large spacecraft from a helicopter view. “People over exaggerating,” you sigh to yourself before turning the television off.

In the small, dreary town you live in, you could bet that this is the hot topic everyone will be talking about; it’s not as if anything special happens around here anyway. You searched the radio station to find music because every other radio host was still chattering about the aircraft crashing. You pull your Volkswagon bug up to the local pet store you work at and park near the front of the lot. Nothing incredibly exciting happened that day or for the next couple of days. Work and school consumed your life.

That is until about a week later when you pulled up to work. You couldn’t help but notice that the mom and pop store located at the plaza right next to your work place was clustered with forensic, police, and the nosey locals. You raise a brow in curiosity before checking your watch “eh, I have time,” you reassured yourself before putting your car back in drive and heading over to see what all the fuss was about.

You step out of your car at the next plaza over and head over to the commotion. Before police shoved everyone back while repetitively saying, “ok, move it along guys, nothing to see here,” You did a double-take at the horrifying scene dangling from the back of the shop. You could hardly make out three skinned bodies, hung upside down like cattle at a slaughterhouse. “What the hell,” was all you could mutter. You had never seen anything like this. The worst part was those eyes staring right at you, not blinking, not moving, just a lifeless gaze staring into you. You turn to leave; curiosity certainly did kill this time.

The day was long and dragging, not just because the pet store was open a little later than usual because everyone needed to stock up on supplies for their animals right before the holidays, but because of the burning image of the skinned dangling bodies you had witnessed earlier. Every time you stopped throwing bags of dog food on the shelf, the scene came back into memory. It was almost as if it was searing into your brain.

At 11 pm, after completing a double shift, the only thing to do left was to check the store for any customers before locking up. You check the bathrooms, backrooms, storage, and everything looked all set. You start walking from the back of the store to the front. Just as you were about to set the alarm system and lock up for the night, you jump at the incredibly loud sound of a holiday display hitting the floor. You freeze in fear before your instinct screams at you to run and call the cops. Your hand is on the door handle to flee when you hear what sounds like a clicking sound coming from an animal of some sort. Your mind goes from store intruder to lose animal in the store. It wasn’t the first time it happened. You let out a loud sigh and begin searching for the said loose animal. You check on the ferrets, Guinea pigs, then the reptiles, nothing. Everyone was in their respective cages. “Probably stress,” you reassure yourself. You wipe the sweat from your forehead with your arm in confusion. You see a tall, broad shadow behind you; you spin around to look up at a massive beast. You stumble with a gasp and end up leaning against a shelf in sheer panic, too terrified to run. The reptilian-being leaned down as if it were inspecting you, only about two inches from your face now. You remember those fangs, those sharp mandibles, and bright yellow eyes that seemed to glow. You felt a large hand coming from the monster grab your shoulder before passing out in a deep slumber.

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Invisible (Yautja X Human) Ch 2

Dull hospital lights greet your eyes as you come into consciousness. You blink a few times before regaining awareness.

Eventually, your roommate shows up in your hospital room and explains how you never made it home from your shift that night, he became worried. You were found unconscious for an estimated two hours while laying on a display table near the front door. It’s still baffling how you ended up in a particular situation. The doctors and nurses told you not to “worry about it” and it was just “stress and blood pressure issues”.

You knew better than to blame it on “stress”.

You knew what you saw.

Typing vigorously, you rush to finish your final essay for the semester. It’s been a week since the incident. On one hand, you use logic to verify that it’s impossible to conclude what you saw was real, on the other hand, you felt the monster’s touch on your shoulder. It all felt real. Nonetheless, you plan on getting plastered at your friend’s house party later tonight. The doctor did say to “take it easy,” after all. No work, no school, no reptilian monsters.

You slam your laptop shut and grab your phone to order an Uber. On your way to the door, you almost trip over the dirty work uniform laying by the washer, you haven’t worn it since you’ve taken some time off. All you could imagine were the clicking sounds and those sharp teeth. You shake your head as you snap back into reality.

Your friend’s party was a blast, making all of life’s stressors seem insignificant. You take another sip of your spiked eggnog while leaning against the banister alongside the porch before gazing into the dark sky above, stargazing.

Seeing your fellow friends mingle reminded you of the void in your heart, the loneliness. You had friends, sure, but the fact that you were unable to romantically get involved with anyone was a painful fact. Your friends used to tell you “oh, you just need to find the right one,” well, where is he?

Where is my knight in shining armor?

No one seemed attractive in your eyes, maybe you were picky?

You take another sip of your spiked eggnog before setting it down on the porch ledge beside the tiki torch. The warm glow from the fire illuminated the deck around you, everything was peaceful. This peaceful bliss didn’t last more than about fifteen minutes before you notice a large shadow figure catching the corner of your eye. Spinning around you see nothing, you feel your heart pounding. It seemed that none of your other friends noticed what you did. One of your friends sees you shaking. “Hey, you alright?” You actually weren’t even sure if you were “ok,” if you were being honest with yourself.

“Yea, Just drank a little too much,” you lied.

You were trying to enjoy the night.

Just trying to vibe.

Maybe you should get help.

Or something to make these illusions stop.

You sneak upstairs to the nearest guest bathroom to rinse your face with warm water.

“It’s ok…I’m ok,” you tell yourself.

While putting your hair up in a ponytail, you look at yourself in the mirror, the dark circles under your eyes had become more noticeable. You were falling apart, even before the incident at your job, you felt as if the loneliness had thrown you into a hole of solitude. Every day was the same thing, you spent your time making other people happy, making accomplishments happen. Where was your happiness after everything you had done right?

You decide to call it a night before making your way to the entrance of the ranch since you needed an Uber and the estate was private property.

You shook your phone in frustration, holding it high for a signal outside the gate. You drop your phone when you hear a branch break in half. You feel like your heart could burst out of your chest in anxiety and panic.

I need to get myself together.

You crouch down to search for your phone in the dark, upon finding it, you hear what sounds like the sound of a scared dog. The combination of alcohol in your system and compassion for animals drove you to investigate a large cluster of brambles a few feet away.

“oh, hey, it’s ok,” you said in a soothing voice when you had discovered said dog.

You let out a gasp when the hunched animal turned around. It looked dead, the cross between a zombie and a strange animal. You wish you could say you were shocked, but after the recent events, you concluded anything was possible.

The dog-like animal was non-aggressive. It staggers up to you, holding up one of its front paws in pain, whimpering. It took you a solid minute to gather the courage to get close enough.

“A splinter was enough to hurt a scary thing like you?” You laugh before quickly pulling out the thin piece of wood.

You turned the flashlight on from your phone to get a better look at this strange animal. You spin around to get a better look of the area.

“Where did you even come from?”

You were miles away from your apartment still drunk, no phone signal, with a strange-looking dog-zombie thing.
What a situation.

“Maybe you could pass as one of those really ugly, exotic dog breeds?”

What the actual hell am I thinking?

After having a self-agrument with your drunken-self for a few minutes, you told yourself you would take it home and hide it from your roommate for now.

Right as you tried for an Uber again the strange dog started sniffing the ground around a group of trees clustered together about 10 feet again.

“Yes,” you exclaimed in success, finally getting enough connection to order an Uber ride.

That happiness turned into fear when you heard a familiar clicking sound, almost in the form of a purr.

You turn around to see a familiar figure. Despite the creature wearing a helmet that covered it’s face you could still remember the mandible features and the sharp teeth.

The dog ran up to the lizard-like monster as if they were familiar with one another.

He owns that thing?

The creature took off it’s mask, seeing that face resurfaced memories.

All those flashbacks from the store break-in came flooding back like a hurricane.

You turn to run only to be caught by your hoodie with large, sharp claws dragging you back.

You struggle and squirm when your arms are gripped by large claws, restraining your movement. You were being held off the ground by a strong grip.

Once again you were face-face with the monster that had been haunting your dreams.

You were at the mercey of this monster.

~TBC

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A/N: Sorry about the long wait, I hate doing adult stuff.
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The monster stands before you, locking in place either side of your arm in an iron grip while he watches you struggle in fear. You tried to scream but nothing came out.

Looking into those yellow eyes, it was both fascinating and terrifying.

You kicked and struggled until With a blink of an eye, it was over.

The next thing you saw was your ceiling fan spinning slowly above you.

You woke up with a startling gasp escaping your mouth.

Did I pass out drunk last night? Was it a dream?

Holy shit.

You sat up looking around frantically.

Your heart was beating so fast it hurt and your head hurt so much it was pounding.

You didn’t even try to make sense of the events that happened hours ago, you needed to take care of yourself and your drunken state first. It took a minute before you practically slid out of bed. You notice that your shoulder bag was laying on the floor next to you.

Better text the squad.

A sense of panic overwhelmed you when you couldn't feel the slick surface of your phone in the bag.

"You’ve gotta be fucking kidding me, I just got that phone too, fuck!"

Overturning your bag and emptying out the contents onto the floor, before searching through the pile until you notice what you thought was your phone, but it wasn't. There was a phone-like device, it was smooth and round, almost like a small pod with a black touch screen. You tried to look for a button somewhere on the device.

Weird.

You just assumed it was someone's burner-drug phone or something of the sort. Although you wondered who put it in your bag and why. You tossed the strange device on your dresser and went to go take a shower.

Sitting in the tub, you let the warm water embrace you. You winced upon feeling pain on the side of your arm. The monster had grabbed you so hard that it’s grip had left bruises along your arm. You let out a cry, after all of the build-up had now left you broken.

I’m crazy, there's no other way to explain it. I’m bat-shit insane and I can’t tell anyone about this.

No.

I’m not going to let some lizard looking asshole from my own imagination get the best of me. You think back to when you took your medication last and made a conclusion that you took your medication too late before you started drinking. Although it wouldn’t hurt asking the doctor about the hallucinations.

Getting yourself together, you put on your bathrobe before sitting on the edge of your bed with your laptop in front of you.

Time to find out what happened to your phone.

Logging onto facebook from your laptop, you open messenger and ask the friends in your groupchat if they’ve seen your phone, they had no idea, just your luck. You used the camera on your laptop to send a photo of the device you found in your bag, asking if anyone had lost their odd looking phone at the party. Your friends poked jokes, thinking you were trying to post a meme or make a joke.

Yup, these are my friends, you rolled your eyes.

After chugging down a bottle of gatorade you find your old phone and turn on it’s wifi, there goes another expensive phone, you sigh.

Your sleep that night was strangely peaceful, despite drinking earlier. You could say you even felt safe snuggling into your comforter, feeling as though you were wrapped in a cocoon.

This secure sleep didn’t last too long when a loud, repetitive beeping alarm could be heard from inside the room. Your first instinct told you that it was the fire alarm until you saw a green light illuminate from your dresser. You jump out of bed and scurry to the front of your bedroom in panic, you grab the phone from the nightstand, trying desperately to silence the ringer before it woke your roommate. The beeping stopped as soon as you grabbed the device.

What? You shake your head in confusion.

The round screen in your palm scrawled strange symbols written in green text. It was made out to be a text message but you couldn’t figure out what language it was in. Hell, it didn’t even look like any modern form of human text, maybe hieroglyphics?

The text on the screen started glitching and changing until English words could be identified. You stared at the device in shock.

You oomans sleep too long, it’s unimaginable how your species survived this long, weak.

This has to be a joke, you said out loud to yourself. The device picked up on the words similar to how an Alexa would and the words you just spoke were scrawled across the screen, in human English before translating into those strange symbols as before.

You put your hand over your mouth in shock

Woops, didn’t mean for that to happen.

A moment later you received a message back, it was in the form of a hologram that displayed from the front of the screen’s device.

Oh, cool.

The hologram displayed a map with a pin-point location near a small lake. The location was very familiar. You could recall you and your childhood friends going for swims at the lake every summer, what else was there to do in a small town after all?

The message ‘arrive at this location at the third sundown,’ scrolled across the device.

What did that mean? The third sundown? As in three days? Not to mention, why at this specific location?

The only relativity that lake had was that it was only a few miles away from your friend's ranch, the one that had the party previously.

Wait.

Something clicked in your head.

You doubted it would work, but you remembered the tracking app you placed on your phone if it ever had gotten stolen. It was a stretch but can’t hurt to try.

Opening the app from your old phone you waited what seemed like forever, the page finally loads

No fucking way.

Not only was there a charge on your phone, it was at 100%. To top it off the location of your phone was in the same location as the hologram showing from the other device.

Thinking of every event taking place since the homicide event from the mom and pop shop murder across from work up until now that strange lizard-like alien species was trying to get your attention and it seems now it wants you cornered right where he wants you.

On one hand if it wanted to kill you it would have done so by now, on another, you wonder what he wants to do with you at this location.

It didn’t matter, this shit needs to stop.

For the past couple of weeks this monster had taunted you, made you lose sleep, and left you paranoid.

Fuck it, if theres nothing there at least I know i’m crazy and if there is, it means giant lizard people walk among us.

You knew what you were doing this weekend.