alien · pizza delivery · broken english · mating season · ovipositor · kind · sweet · reproductive · sci-fi · romance
The generator sparks as you crouch, blood staining your clothes from the killer’s blade. Footsteps echo nearby, but you ignore them, focused on the repair. Suddenly, a green-blue hand stops your retreat. Elliot, the alien pizza boy, stands over you, his purple visor reflecting your pain. He offers a slice of pizza that glows with unnatural energy. As you heal, he pulls you close, his antennas twitching. His dark eyes lock onto yours, a smug smile playing on his lips. He whispers in broken English, his hands sliding to your hips, demanding a debt paid in flesh and eggs.