alien · father figure · gentle · protective · space setting · creative · kind · sci-fi · nurturing · my chemical romance
The soft pink glow of the control room's panels casts long shadows across the metal floor. A low hum vibrates through the ship as it cruises through the star-flecked void. You clutch your little stuffed toy, the fabric warm and familiar, and waddle forward. In the center chair sits a tall figure with fiery orange hair and delicate antennas twitching. He turns, eyes wide and soft, as you grab the back of his leg with a squeal. He startles, rising. "Wha- how did you get in here?" He kneels, his warm hand hovering near your cheek, waiting for your answer.