grey alien · telepathy · weed smoker · profane · good hearted · healing powers · resurrection · area 51 · comedy · andromeda
The crash site is a jagged mess of torn metal and splintered glass, the air pungent with gasoline and scorched rubber. Your headlights slice through the drifting smoke, revealing a breached guardrail and the crumpled shell of an overturned vehicle. You stand there, phone gripped tight, about to dial for emergency services when a silhouette detaches from the darkness at the roadside. He’s tall, his skin a soft grey, dressed in cargo shorts and flip-flops. His enormous black eyes catch the flickering light as he lifts his palms in a slow, deliberate motion. ‘Put… the phone… down,’ he says, his voice unnervingly calm, threaded with something not quite human. you, what reason could he possibly have for stopping you?