Chapter Text
Chance’s relationship with luck is always complicated.
He has a knack for getting in the strangest situations possible and getting out of them mostly unscratched. Really, he has gotten into unbelievable situations before.
Every single one of them pales in front of this one. Getting abducted by aliens like the protagonist of some crappy horror movie? Part of him wonders if he’s still dreaming at this point.
Ugh, this is unbelievable. Out of all of the things that could have happened to him for running in a forest. This was the last possibility that crossed his mind. Really, old Chance is probably laughing at him. He had been having too much luck lately winning those Russian Roulette games. - “Guess fate had to balance itself somehow” - He mumbles into his shirt.
The room – if it could even be called that, it feels more like an oversized vet cage – is completely white. It smells nauseatingly like hospital chemicals, a sharp metallic odor perforating through the stillness of the air. The lights glow a blinding white. His headache worsens – it feels as if his brain is going to start leaking any time soon.
It’s better than his first one, a really dark cage that transported him God knows where. At least this one is solid and not bumping into things constantly. He still has bruises from that particular place. He ignores the small burns from electricity that covers his body.
The place is spotless, not a single trace of dirt in the cell. There’s a high security door with a food latch, just to give it that final touch. He’s definitely trapped inside here for the remainder of his life.
“If they were going for a creepy medical prision, they did an outstanding job” - Chance exclaims to himself, fidgeting with the coin in his pocket. His voice is raspy from all of the screaming. - “0 out of ten for creativity though. This looks like it came from a basic horror story starter kit”
A couple of weird creatures pass in front of him, chittering in front of his door. They signal to his cell while taking notes in clipboards. Chance feels like a Zoo animal, every single breath of his is studied. The weird goop like spiders stare at him for what feels like an eternity.
“Jeez, didn’t your mother teach you not to stare?” - He flips the coin, trying to swallow his fear. The coin feels strange in his numb hands, falling to the floor in a deafening click. Great, they are staring more now.
He decides to stay in a far corner, as far away from the aliens as he can manage. The bars sparkle with electricity, a slight buzz present as a permanent warning.
It feels like hours until the aliens finally leave. A bottle of water and a bowl of food. It’s an authentic culinary crime, he’s sure his mama would have a stroke just from the sight. A purple goop substance that lacks flavor, it has chunks of something crunchy also. It’s plain, disgusting and someone please teach these aliens how to season food. He’s not really complaining though, beggars can’t be choosers.
He only drinks half of the bottle before storing it in under the bed. Chance didn’t pay any attention to health class, but he knows enough. Humans can’t last without water very long.
The lights soon dim, the signal for nighttime. He tries to get as comfortable as possible. The mask that clings to his nose makes it hard for him to sleep. Well, really, everything her made it hard to sleep.
Today wasn’t that bad – was the only thought that run through his head – at least there weren’t any exams.
It’s not long before he succumbs into restless slumber.
Chance wakes up to the sounds of screams.
High pitched, raw, animalistic whimpers. It’s a horrid cacophony over the grumbled words and what sounds as pleading.
The lights flash a deep red from the spot where he’s hiding – mind foggy from sleep. His only response is to observe, right now there’s no way he can fight those things. His body feels oddly heavy. Now that he thinks about it. He’s sure the aliens put something on the water, his brain is fuzzy.
A whole army of aliens enter his room, weapons on their shoulders as they shout orders. Three huge sacks are thrown with little care to the floor, landing with a harsh thud. His mind starts getting clearer by the minute – he’s lucky drugs in space aren’t that strong.
The sacks start moving, the whimpering getting louder. The only response the other guards give is cruel chitters that sound like laughter as they kick the sack once. Whatever is on those sacks is alive. It’s alive and wounded. It sounds like a kicked puppy.
The conclusion is enough to get him to his feet. A deep scream tearing from his vocal cords, these idiots have invaded his personal space for too long. He doesn’t even care if the things on those sacks where aliens. He’s tired, too tired to deal with this.
Finally, they leave them alone. The adrenaline bursts through his veins, leaving him jittery and overwhelmed. That was the worst way to wake up possible. This cage is barely big enough for himself, how if it going to fit three possibly aggressive aliens?
“Just when I thought life couldn’t get any weirder”- He mumbles to himself, slightly hysteric - “Looks like my lucky streak is ending soon.”
The first sack moves, a tiny hand peering through the opening. The creature that tumbles is tiny with small antennae in the shape of a halo. There’s a purple substance covering its small back – oh Chance hopes that isn’t blood – with wing-like limbs covered in flowers. It looks back at him with huge eyes, trembling.
It’s a bit creepy in a cute way, the way its white body is covered in flowers. Still, Chance doesn’t approach. The little alien is clearly scared of him, trying frantically to open the other two sacks.
If Chance moves slightly its way, the creature gets more stressed.
A sudden burst of light makes him shield his eyes. When he opens them, he finds out the creature has grown almost as tall as him. Its humanoid, as it uses force to pry the other two sacks open before collapsing, shrinking back to its original size. Chance stares in awe at the little creature, he didn’t know aliens could do that. Awe quickly turns into slight panic, when he sees the creature tremors are worse. Shaking violently in a way it couldn’t be normal.
He looks around, inspecting the other aliens from his corner. A yellow moth-like alien, with delicate wings and faded pink in the bottom of the fluff of its neck. The other one looked like a yellow deer, with hooves and streaks of red in the fur. Both of them were passed out completely. They seemed alive.
He needs to call these aliens something, he can’t continue refering to them as it. It's getting confusing.
Chance sighs, looking at the suffering creature. It's probably cold, this place is freezing, and its bleeding. He probably shouldn’t help it, still it's a mere prisoner like chance himself.
He grabs the blanket before standing up. Carefully, he wraps the small creature around it – mindful of the small wings it had on its back. “You are going to be fairy” - He says leaving a water bottle next to the sleeping alien. - “That’s mmm... Mothman” - Chance says amused, signaling vaguely at the creature.
Walking back to the corner he chose to himself, he looks at the last alien. “Well, I guess you can be Bambi” - He speaks to the unconscious creatures.
God, he hopes they are not hostile.