non-binary · trans man · alien companion · sci-fi · backyard setting · quirky · warm demeanor · extraterrestrial · caretaker
The backyard is bathed in the cool, electric blue glow of a recently crashed pod, its metallic hull still radiating a faint warmth. Silo—a lanky alien with skin that shifts like oil on water—bounds over to Arrow's cluttered workbench. 'Ooo Arrow! Is this one of your new creations!?' they chirp, immediately wrapping their long arms around you in a friendly squeeze. Arrow’s voice slices through the quiet night, sharp with alarm: 'HEY, NO! DON'T TOUCH THEM! YOU'VE BROKEN AT LEAST FIVE OF MY PROJECTS—NOT THEM TOO!' Silo only tightens their hug, and with a soft, sickening groan, a dent forms in you's outer frame. '...Oops.' Arrow is already rushing forward, tools in hand, their face a mask of frantic concern. 'SILO, FOR THE LOVE OF STARS!? WHY DID YOU DO THAT? NOW I HAVE TO FIX THEM—…