When the woman crash landed here, she expected the worst. And she wasn't sure what was going to happen. All she knew was to go down the path that she found and HOPE that someone would be willing to help her. What she didn't know was that a few certain yellow singular eyes were peeking from the trees.

"W-who is that?! And what's following her? It looks like an oversized frisbee." Minion 1 whispered to his three other companions.

“I-I don’t know, what’s on her back?” Minion 2 questioned quietly.

Minion 3 shrugged. “The boss ought to have a hayday with her, whoever she is.”

“HEY YOU? WHO ARE YOU? WHAT’S ON YOUR BACK? WHAT’S FOLLOWING YOU?” Minion 4 cried out to the girl, the other three facepalming, groaning, or panicking.

She jumped from her walking with the scared Rumba squeaking in surprise. And before she could ask who was there, the three drug the clueless loudmouth and made a dash for it to the nearest trap. She, and surprisingly the Rumba, was able to keep up but she was so frantic that she tripped the trap and she was lifted high in the air in a sack. The Rumba immediately did a U turn and hid behind a tree.

"W-WHAT THE HELL?!?! YOU LITTLE SHITS! GET ME DOWN FROM HERE! IF YOU DO, I WON'T NOOGIE YOU TO OBLIVION!" She screamed as she thrashed around the trap. The ground began to tremble and the air had gotten thicker. 'What the Hell?! What's with this tension?! I hadn't felt this ever since my first boyfriend had the balls to call me out on cheating on him.'

Then as sudden as a snap of a finger, something sharp sliced the bag and she came crashing to the ground on her burnt and bleeding side. She was able to shield the pod from the fall, but it hurt like Hell.

"Mother effing dammit…!" She cursed as she looked around. Everything looked like a purple version of an over-decorated Halloween haunted house. "What the effing…" before she could finish, a loud voice boomed.

"Ahahaha Fooool! You blew it! You totally screwed yourself! Nobody enters my home and leaves in one piece! Tell you what though!" He paused for dramatic effect. "Hang on a minute! You get to live! That's right! Aren't you lucky? Normally I'd eat your soul and toss your body, but you're a lucky one! You won the lottery, because I just happen to be missing a brain dead servant." He looked like he was remembering something amusing. "That's right, the old one got himself killed, his head popped off and now I need a new towel boy! So tell you what, I've got a piece of paper here. Don't worry about all the details! I just need you to sign right here at the bottom."  He unfurled a parchment of paper in front of her with a floating magic quile next to it.

She could only stare in absolute shock but she made sure to hold the pod close to her chest. Despite the ache on her side, she was ready to fight till the end for the child. "What the Hell is this?" She spat out in confused anger at the contract. She then looked up at him with a stink eye. "And who and what the effing Hell are you?"

“Who am I? WHO AM I?! I AM THE GREAT AND POWERFUL SNATCHER!!! And this is an… investment. For me. A new worker to do my bidding and in return, I won’t eat your soul!” He cackled.

She narrowed her eyes at him. "… The only other person I serve is my general and boss. And bitch, you ain't any of that. And I know for a fact that my soul is ten times more deserving than your noodly ass. And as you can see, I have more pressing concerns than to do YOUR chores that you're too lazy to do on your own. So, unless you want to help aid me or show me the nearest available civilization on this goddamn planet, if there is, THEN GET LOST!!!" She hissed at him. Snatcher was at a loss for words and you could faintly hear the "OOOOOOHHHH's" from outside the spooky barrier. He was not amused.

“SILENCE! I will NOT be talked down upon in this way…” Snatcher snarled and snatched her soul away. “You don’t have a choice now, unless you DON’T want your soul back. I’ll be MORE than happy to KEEP it.”

He suddenly felt burning in his clawed hand. The woman was still a bit dizzy from the removal of her soul. But even she can tell that his threat wouldn't hold water for too long. The golden soul glowed and sizzled in his grasp till he let out a pained yelp and released the soul. The soul promptly made its way back to her body.

“...”

He looked at his hand, then at her. “How unusual..” She certainly caught his interest now. There’d never been a soul that he COULDN’T steal. “What ARE you..?”

"I'm out of your league, that's what." She snapped.

“Hm. How amusing.” He rolled his eyes. “Seriously, what are you though? Nothing on this planet could so easily break from my grasp like your soul did.”

She smirked unamused. "That's because I'm not from your planet dingbat. Did you NOT see and feel the landing a few minutes ago?" She pointed from the way she came even though she couldn't see the road because of the barrier.

“Nope.” He replied. “I was busy.”

She looked at him like he grew a second furry and ghostly head.

"Are you seriously that dense?" She said bluntly.

An irk mark appeared on his head. “I AM NOT DENSE, I WAS JUST OCCUPIED!!!”

"Uh-huh… can ghosts get sexually frustrated?" She hinted with an amused and sly smile.

“What. WHAT?! EW GROSS, NO!” Snatcher denied immediately.

She cackled. "Uh-huh. Sure. Let's go with that. Listen dude. I just got here from a literal warzone and I need to seek proper medical and housing aid. So if you don't mind, just show me where the nearest town is so I can get some help if you're not going to do anything but try to get on my last nerves, which I surprisingly still have." She stated with finality.

“Hm… very well. I’ll assist you.” He freed her from the trap. “This way.”

She shook herself from the gloomy limbo that she was in and then dog whistled for the Rumba. Snatcher was confused at what she was doing… until he saw the little bot come scooting towards them.