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This was going to be his first moonwalk! James was so excited he could hardly keep himself from squealing! Sure, plenty of others had moonwalked before him since the first moon base had been built, but still!
He was going to walk! On! The! MOON! He was so excited!
This was going to be so epic!
He double checked all his gear before entering the airlock. He’d be bouncing on his toes if the spacesuit wasn’t so heavy!
Finally, the airlock doors were opening, and he could see nothing but the white expanse of the moon with the black star filled sky ahead of him.
Finally! Finally! Finally! He stood at the edge of the ramp, staring at the moondust in front of him. He lifted his foot and stepped forward. He was doing it! He’d stepped on the moon!
He continued forward slowly, barely suppressing his squeal of glee! Then he stopped suppressing it, because why not! He was on the moon! The moon!
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It had been three years since James had first set foot on the moon, and he still loved moonwalking! He’d been on several missions already, and was now on another.
He was supposed to collect samples from one of the craters.
He slowed his space cruiser to a stop and climbed out.
He’d just started to scan the area when he saw something that appeared to be glowing. That wasn’t right. He was in a crater. The only illumination should be from the cruiser and his headlamp.
He frowned and started toward the direction the glow was coming from. It was coming from behind a large rock, and as he circled it he couldn’t help but think of all the horror movies where astronauts discovered monsters on the moon that ended up destroying the earth.
He hesitated for another moment before shutting off his head lamp and peaking around the rock.
He froze.
That was a person.
Or something that looked like a person.
They looked person shaped, but their hair was floating (which he supposed was actually normal considering they were in space). And the person had blue skin. (which now that he thought about it, the cold of space could cause that.) But the glow coming from the person wasn’t normal. (unless it was caused by some weird space radiation) Regardless! The person seemed completely cognizant and was moving around, picking up rocks and setting them down.
Anyone out here without a spacesuit would definitely be dead. (right?)
James tried really hard not to think of all those space horror movies he had seen as a kid.
Then the being turned towards him, and James lost control of his bodily functions. (at least his suit was equipped to deal with that sort of thing)
The
person being
creature had large eyes that seemed to suck in all light, and when they opened their mouth, James could see rows and rows and rows of teeth. But the creature itself seemed to radiate a presence that made James want to curl up into a little ball and pretend that if he couldn’t see the creature then the creature couldn’t see it.
Ḥ̵͍̖͚̹͈͎̇͋̚ë̷̡͍̻͇̺́͗̉͗͐͝l̴̠̂͆l̸̗͈̺͇̘͓̈͘͘͝o̶̦̊̑̚͝ ̸̛͇̞͈͛̾̓ẗ̸̢̘̬̭͚̩̔h̵̳͗̊́̕ę̴͙̺͒̏̽̊̋͋r̸̘̒ë̷̲̓̓!̷̩̃̑̓ ̷̘̖̠͙͕̞͇̑I̷̡̲͝'̸͓̫́͆͂m̸̡̟̮̤͔͎͒ ̶̢̽̿̒́j̸̲̖̜̯̈̿̅͛͋͋u̴̳͗̓̂̽̌͒͂s̶̼͛̐ṱ̸̢̼̖̝͆̔̎͠ͅ ̷̢̮̘̂̊̆͌͘o̴̧͉̤̬͐̾͐͜ṷ̵̧́̈́ͅt̵͇͛̽̈́̿̇̚ ̷̧͍̤̻̝̊̈́͂̀̀̂f̸̜͇̘̈̅̂̈́͒́̅͜o̸̢̨̞̥̫̜̦͛̈́̅͆̐̉̑r̷̩̰͂͛͋̊͝͝ ̶̼͕̟͇̫̫̈͊̑̑͋a̴̯͛͂̾͑̇̀ ̷̗̻͕̺͎̈͛̐̑͛͊͜͝ͅs̸̗̬̊̏̇̈́̍̌̑ţ̶̼̬͙̰͉͓̂̈́̃r̵͕̓͐o̸͖̙̤̮͋͆͠l̸̪̥̆͌̆̂̚l̶̜̜̼̍͊̑͗̆̕.̸̧̣̬̺͕̋̊̈́̆ ̶̞̓ͅÌ̸͙̽́͒͗̊̀ẗ̷̘̤̤̖̙͍͍́̏̈̍̂̋͋'̸͈͚͍͚͓̺͆̓̆̀͂s̵̥̏̽͛͜ ̸̹̼̇n̸̻͉̮̯̞̹̆̐̏̊̕ĩ̴̪̮͈̘̟͘c̴̛̦͓̣̒͋̒̋͗ẹ̴̪̀̾ ̷̳̦͝t̶̤̤̼̦̯̓͋̌̌̓͠͝o̴̠͑̆̐̒͂́ ̷̘̰̫̠̫̠̿͑͒̒̔͂̍ͅs̷̡̼͇̼͍̔́̈́̍͌͠e̶͉̰̼̺̳̗͂͊̃̏́͛͝e̸͇̪̓͐̾̊́ ̴͙̙̅̽̆s̶̼̤̺̰̝̋ͅo̷͉͒̍͐̾͒͋m̸̢̛̻͈̻͈͈̏̊̾̀͊e̶͚̭̝̫̔̆͗̉o̶͓̙͈̞͓̮̻̐͋̈́̊͛̔n̸̡͙̬͉̙̠̫̄́̆̌͆̄̔e̴̡̦̠͉̊̎̕͘ ̸̞̻̐̈̐̄̋ė̷̹̄͂̔̽̕l̴̡̬͖̰̜̝̈́͌s̸̱͖̪̫͚̾̎͜ę̵̮̫̰͎̭̪͑̎̄̀̈͛ ̶͔͕̜̰̀̚o̶̪̺̬͒͑̒̄ŭ̸̞̻t̵̰̳̥̀̐̄̓̍̐̚ ̷̛̰̙͔͍͋͒h̴̡̪̠̞̬̫͓́̃̊͗e̵͇̙̣͙̔́̈́̾̎̚̕͜r̵̝͍͕̬̮̮̩̃̋̀ę̴͔̺̩̩̃͌̎̿͐͜!̶̡̬̩̎͋̃͑̈̕
James really wanted to curl up into a ball now. Strange staticky sounds were coming from the creature, and James was sure he was about to die.
The creature looked up for a moment before looking back at him.
Ị̴̛͖̯̈̕'̷̱̲̘͋̓̚v̸̬͕͉̠̎̆̾ḛ̸͒̓̍̃ ̵̺̳͇̊̄g̷̮͍̊o̶̢̝̼͋̔͘ț̶̟̓̄ ̸͉͎̻͓̈́t̴̰̩̫̦̊̏̚ö̶̰́ ̴̰̲̱̀̿̍͊g̵͛̐̕͝ͅe̴̯̠̥̟̓̒̚͘t̵̨̰͎͑͝ ̸̹̙̏g̵̘͓͚̼̽͆̿̔õ̸͈̘͚i̴͎̗͑̏̚n̷̡̘̟̔̎̓̚g̴͓̈́͒͛.̷̢̝̈ ̸̱͝Í̶̡̨̺̄̓͑ͅ'̸̨̘̆͐̚͜ḿ̵̖ ̴̲͎͕̄͂̃̕m̷̙͎̀̃ẻ̴̹̺̫͔e̴̬͎̯͎̋͘t̵̛͍̦͊ī̸̯̟̀͝n̷̤̫͐͒͜g̴̡̼̱̼̈̓̃͝ ̴̛̱̹͉̑̔m̵̗̞̊̑̑͆ͅy̶͕͐̆ ̴̙̑̆f̵̢̗̄̔̍ŕ̷̹̼͖͙i̴͇͠e̶̻̮̤̜͗̍̌ǹ̷̤͚̕̕d̶̨̺͗s̴̡̼̯̄̈ ̸̠͈̥̫̍̈́f̶̨̜̲̖̈͌̽̕o̵̘͎̲̅ŗ̵̼͔͊́̆ ̶͎͕͎́̓̊s̸̻̳͚̿̀̍͘ứ̸̪̙̓̀ͅp̷͈̜̖͐͑͋p̴͖͙̖̌e̴̱͋̀̋r̶͈̣̀̏ ̵̱̊́ȁ̵̧͚̘̣n̶̮͚̘̄͛̚d̶̜̫̉ͅ ̴͓̓͝i̸̜͚͍̿͌͝f̷͉̲̹̀͐̂̃ ̶̠̤͙̊́I̸̥̋̄̾̇'̴̘͎̑̈́̏m̸̛͍̿̆͐ ̷͈̄̓̋ą̴̞͍̽̅̃̉͜n̵̬͓̾̓ÿ̶͇̫̼͖́ ̵̛͍͇l̸̼͝ẵ̸̏̕͜ţ̵̤̲̗̍e̷̞̅̀̚r̴̨̛̬͙̟͛̂̃ ̵̺͓̤̏́S̴̻̟͛a̸͇͋̍́̀m̵̲͗͝'̸̺͈̄͊l̵̠̹̐̂l̴̢̝̏ ̸̧̖̻̈f̴̨̛̼͍̱ḙ̷̈́͆͊ë̶̼̥̮̂̾̍d̴̺̥̅́̇̂ ̷̡̛̛̀m̵͓̑͠é̴̦̝̤̮̚̕̕ ̶̱̌̿̓n̵̬͌̍͑̃o̴͈̜͐͆̕t̷͍͓̾̿͗͐h̷̥̱͝i̷̖̝͙̬̍̕̚͝n̷̻̻̹̈͋̄͒g̴̘͂͝ ̷̮̤̯̪͗̈́̎b̸͚̹̫͇̈́ừ̴̩̿̀t̷̡̧̧̍͜ ̵̟̆̅͊̈t̷̩͔̗̹̍́̔o̵̠̠̓̐͊͝f̷̛̳̃̓û̸̻͖!̸̫̐̈
Then the creature was gone.
James didn’t know how long he stood there before his suit beeped reminding him of his oxygen levels.
He needed to get to work if he wanted to finish in time before he had to return to base.
And preferably forget everything that had just happened.
Yup. He’d just forget it. Simple as that.