Alien A**holes (Tallest x reader)

4. Deranged Snack Lords

I couldnt believe where I had wound up.

I was stuck in some mould filled room, sitting in the centre and staring at a silver bar that cut me off from any means of escape.

The walls around me were dark. I'd probably be leaning against them if they weren't damp and covered in some foreign goop that was unidentifiable. It didnt help that I was utterly alone in this depressing atmosphere, practically absorbing the very same feeling like a sponge.

Never in my life would I have guessed I'd be locked up in a dungeon. But it's not like I'd ever imagine meeting extraterrestrial beings either.

After my little outburst in the control room, it was apparent that I was a threat to the armada. All that, in spite of the fact I assisted in getting them out of the florpus. As soon as it was over, I was discarded and thrown in here for my "disrespect of a superior being".

And Spunk. He was not well rewarded either.

The little irken had done what he could to reason with the idiots running the empire. His efforts were in vain and they saw his defending as disloyalty.

He wasnt put down here, that's for sure. I just hope he's okay.

I wasnt aware of exactly how long I'd been stuck in here but I was sure it had been at least an hour. I had songs playing through my mind for as long as I realised that I was going to remain stuck like this for some time.

At least i wasnt listening to the constant whining of two bratty Irkens.

I could practically hear the whining already.

"Its gross, why cant we just throw it out the airlock?!" Or maybe "This is our new slave"

"Let's see if they know about it"....wait, that wasnt in my head.

I looked up to see the familiar faces of the two beings I was just thinking about. Now looking at them, without the florpus' filters, I could finally see the Differences between them and the many other irkens.

First, their height was the most noticable thing. They were clearly very tall in comparison to other irkens but compared to humans they were rather average. In fact, I've seen humans far taller than them.

Then I noticed the armour they wore. One being a red colour. His eyes were the same vibrant colour and somewhat reminded me of shiny scarlett blood.

He was the one with the more stern and confident demeanour. He seemed far more knowledgable about his position but he still radiated a lack of interest. It was rather bizarre, seeing such a stern being look so formal, yet so bored.

Then there was the more childish of the two. He wore purple armour, similar to his companion, and his eyes featured an amethyst colour. He also had a large bag of doughnuts resting in his hand. His face was stuffed with the sweet treat and his expression remained unamused with the current situation. He really couldnt care less about this, could he?

I raised a single eyebrow at the two in confusion as they stood silently in front of my holding cell.

"Can I help you?" I questioned sarcastically. The two didnt seem to process the attitude behind it but they continued to answer with an equally snarky tone.

"We just want to know why your here, Human." The red one started with a glare. I mimicked the expression and walked towards them, when the purple one began to whine about things I didnt understand.

"Yeah! Did Zim send you! Are you here to annoy us into decimation!?!" He yelled, pointing an accusing finger whilst his chewing resumed.

Mushed up slobs of beige shot out of his mouth as he spoke. The sight was bad so you couldnt even begin to imagine the idea of getting it spat at you. Well unless you had already gone through it.