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Nov. 2019
The planets all sat around the round table, in their finest attire.
The first to speak was Earth.
“I don’t know how it is for you all, but everything’s such a mess here, really,” Earth said, tucking her green hair behind her elf-like ear.
“Earth, dear, what is it?” Asked Jupiter, his voice soft.
“It’s everything, Jupiter. Oh…” Earth slouched down in her chair, tracing the hem of her flowery green dress. “You other planets can’t understand. I do love my humans, they…” she sighs. “There’s wars in Afghanistan and Syria and Iraq, and the attack in Ménaka.”
The countries sighed, Mars looking down at the table, thankful it wasn’t his turn to be destroyed by humans. Yet.
“There’s protest and children are dying almost every day.”
“Earth, sweetie…”
”It’s like they don’t know what they’re doing to me,” Earth continued, her voice breaking slightly. “They love oil. And they have this… it’s called fracking. Drawing out the oil.”
“I’ve been so tired lately. They’re my children and I love them, but… they’re so needy. I can’t keep up with their need for resources. I’ve been so tired, and a constant fever from their combustion.”
The other planets looked around, not knowing what to say.
“I do love my dear humans, but sometimes-“
”I can’t fucking stand for this,” a voice cuts her off from the opposite side of the room.
The planets turned to the source of the voice and saw someone they never expected to see.
Standing in the doorway, shrouded in darkness, was a man with grey skin and spiky red hair.
“You… you don’t mean this,” said Venus.
”Oh, but I do,” he laughed sinisterly.
“It didn’t work when Black Plague tried-“ Mecury tried to plead with the man.
“I don’t care,” the man said, his voice velvety. “I will get all of them. Every last one. Everyone who hurt her.”
The man walked up to Earth, twirling her curls between his fingers.
“Who is that?” Pluto asked quietly.
”Me?” The man laughed, not looking up from Earth’s emerald green eyes. “You can call me COVID-19. And I am going to save her.”