{Humans, hear us, we are going to [INVADE.] We lifeforms from the planet [GLEOP A GLEORP A LEORP] shall come to your planet on X/X/XXXX. What day is it over there? We [DO NOT KNOW], but we are [COMING], and we shall [TAKE OVER YOUR SORRY LITTLE PLANET FOR OURSELVES.]

We have heard in the past [MILLENIA] that have [GONE BY] you [HUMANS] have [MADE YOUR PLANET INTO A BOILING CESSPOOL] and that [BOILING CESSPOOL] is becoming a [BOILING CESSPOOL] much [FASTER THAN A PLANET SHOULD BECOME A BURNING CESSPOOL!] What a shame, you are [TAKING YOUR HOME AND THROWING IT AWAY.] How could you [DO THIS?] You are making your [OWN HOME A BOILING CESSPOOL, A BOILING UNLIVABLE CESSPOOL!]

How could you do this?! You only have [ONE PLANET] as far we [LIVING BEINGS] from the planet of [GLEOP A GLEORP A LEORP] are concerned you [HUMANS HAVE NO RIGHT TO BE THE DOMINANT SPECIES ANYMORE.] So, that's right, you flesh and blood from the third planet from the sun in the [SOLAR SYSTEM THAT IS LOCATED NEAR THE MILKY WAY] you living beings [DO NOT DESERVE TO BE AT THE TOP OF THE GALACTIC FOODCHAIN ANYMORE.]

We [SUPERIOR BEINGS] from [THE MINTY BELT OUT IN A GALAXY FAR FROM YOUR OWN] will prove to you all [WHAT A PLANET THAT IS IN BAD CONDITION LOOKS LIKE WHEN TAKEN OVER BY A PLANET IN GOOD CONDITION.] You will see, you will all see! Every single one of you [FURLESS CREATURES THAT HAS DOMINATED THE MOON AND SENT YOUR SPACE JUNK EVERYWHERE] what [PERFECTION ACTUALLY LOOKS LIKE.] We will give you [X] days. How many days is that? [WE DO NOT KNOW HOW TO COUNT IN THAT HUMAN ALPHABET OF YOURS] Or is it a [NUMBERPHET?] We [DO NOT KNOW]. Point is, [WE ARE COMING, SO YOU'D BETTER WATCH OUT.]

Let this [BE A MESSAGE TO TAKE CARE OF YOUR HOMES] or else, [YOU CAN KISS EVERY MORSEL OF YOUR GOOD LIVES GOODBYE] we will [STEAL YOUR LAND, CLAIM IT AS OUR OWN] which [SOME OF YOU HUMANS ARE ALREADY DOING TO OTHER HUMANS ANYWAY.] We will make what's not yours [OURS.] So, send out your [MAGICAL GIRLS, DEMONS, OR ELECTRIC MONSTERS] at us with [ALL YOU'VE GOT.] But, [LET'S FACE IT, EVEN WTH MAGIC, YOU WILL NEVER WIN.] We are invincible, the perfect life forms.

So, [CONSIDER THIS A WARNING.] You will all [BECOME OUR SERVANTS ONCE WE ARE DONE TAKING OVER.] Yes, yes, so [SAY YOUR PRAYERS! PRAY TO WHATEVER GODS YOU WORSHIP.] Because when we're all done, [THE ONLY GODS YOU WILL HAVE LEFT TO WORSHIP IS YOUR GLEOP GLEORP A LEORP OVERLORDS THAT WILL STEP ALL OVER YOU AND MAKE YOU GIVE UP YOUR PETS!]

You have [X DAYS] we shall arrive [WHENEVER X DAYS BECOME A DAYS] is that [HOW YOU HUMANS COUNT? IN LETTERS?] We [DO NOT KNOW] but it [DOES NOT MATTER.] This is your [LAST WARNING TO CHANGE THINGS FROM HOW THEY ARE NOW!] We will give you [X DAYS!] That is right, [X DAYS.] Goodbye. Gleep glorp!}

[Current Location: Enig, Sweden in the Sweet Spot Apartment Complex.]

It had been a bright, sunny day within the chimera housing district within Enig, Sweden. The birds were chirping their little tunes like their lives depended on it, young children near the human district block were skipping across the streets with their soulcritters for everyone to see, and the demon district were ready to throw some hands with their own. But, for one particular hyena chimera, today was the same old day of nothing that mattered.

Ring, ring, ring, ring, ring, ring, ring, ring.

Sigh.

Slamming down the alarm clock with a loud thud had been a short, young adult feminine appearing hyena chimera individual with long, messy dark purple hair that reached to about the upper chest. Pitch black cat tail peeking out from the side of the bed, the person rubbed the purple and green mismatched eyes as they shot straight open. Oh, wonderful, it's already eight. Sigh, can the person just rot in bed for the rest of the week? Ha ha, right as if the siblings would let that happen. Time to get up, the person guesses.

Ring, ring, ring, ring, ring, ring.

Groan.

Smartphone ringing off the walls, the chimera let out a groan. Yes, yes, he knows, it's time to get ready for work. Spare the person the morning reminder for the billionth time since the individual landed this stupid dead end! Go on, keep ringing up the line and make the bill cost even more while they're at it, that'll sure teach the person the value of money. Tch, suck on a lollipop and go away.

Ring, ring, ring, ring, ring, ring.

Ugh, whatever. Fine, picking up.

Click.

"Siorc, don't ya got work in 'bout an hour? Ya'd betta not still be floppin 'round in bed!" an alto voice on the other line cried. "Do I gotta come over there?"

Mhm.

"Ya know that bossa yers ain't gonne be patient fereva!" an alto voice on the other end cried. "I'm gonna have to come over there, aren't I?"

Mhm.

"Woof, woof, woof, woof, woof!" a dog barked from the other end.

[Hello, hello, this is your handy, dandy, SoulCritter to human and adjacent translator here to translate for you what this SoulCritter fella is saying! "Get off yer lazy bum, ya useless younger brother!" Okaaay, your Handy Dandy SoulCritter Translator is signing out!]

"Halen, he ain't useless, shut yer trap!" an alto voice cried. "Whateva, I'm walking over, ya hear?"

Mhm.

Click.

Resisting the urge to bury his head in his quilt, the hyena tossed his phone across the bed. Can Varg for once in his life maybe forget to call, pretty please? How does forever sound? That's be wonderful! He's twenty four, not twelve! Groan, why did he ever move into this apartment complex? Not like he could afford to go anywhere else, but whatever. Oh, well, that's on him, he supposed. Reaching for the communication notebook, he crossed his fingers. Please, forget forget which apartment is his! Or, better yet, don't come here! Doesn't he have his own business to take of? Please do!

Knock, knock, knock, knock.

Pesky pounds on the opposite side of the door getting louder, the young adult buried his face in the covers once more. There he is. Can't everyone see he has more important things to do here? Like, he doesn't know, rotting? That sounds like a great past time right about now. Turn him into a zombie! Better yet, consider that the fourth species that exists here that can live in harmony or whatever. Brains, brains.

Yoink.

"Woof, woof, woof, woof, woof!" Halen shouted.

[Hello, hello, it's me, your Handy Dandy SoulCritter translator here! What did our friend Halen say just now? I've got your back. He said, "Get up you lazy bum with purple hair!" SoulCritter translator, signing out!]

"Halen, watch yer tongue!" an alto voice shouted. "How many times I gotta tell ya Siorc ain't no lazy bum!"

Standing uninvited by his bedroom door had been a short, feminine, no excuse him, super manly and masculine hyena chimera dude that had been around the same height as him. No, sorry his bad, a tall, manly person in a short suit. Whatever. Light green hair pulled into a high ponytail, he had blue tassel earrings dangling down. Oh, great, Varg rubbing in that he's been to China a million times with other fellow translators. Smear some butter deeper into him while he's at it, why doesn't he? Pitch black belly shirt with a brown dog sticking their tongue out, his eyes matched his locks almost exactly. Large hyena spots that looked like freckles decorating his face, the chimera rolled his eyes. Does it look like he's still rotting in his bed here? He's on the floor, thanks.

Waddling on the ground on two legs had been a short black dog with a little bowtie and no tail to speak of. How did Varg end up with Halen's tail? Who knows, who cares? What breed was he? Who knows, and who cares? Rub it in he has a soulcritter while he's at it! How were Varg and he eight years apart? They may may as well have been born entire centuries apart. Stupid pup looking ready to nibble on his nightgown, he gave Varg a glare. Varg Ingne, thirty two and has a biter dog that can play guitar right alongside him! Get out of his home already, he swears.

[Why are you here, Varg? I don't need you to come here every single morning!] A page from his communication log exclaimed.

"A sure do! Yer still in yer pajamas!" Varg shouted. "Doesn't yer boss want ya out tha door by eight thirty? Yer walkin', aren't ya?"

"Woof, woof, woof, woof, woof!" Halen shouted.

[Hello, hello, this is your handy, dandy SoulCritter translator here to give you the latest scoop! Halen said, "This lazy slacker gonna wait 'till the last minute to hop out the door! Let's ditch him and go play guitar! Okaaay, SoulCritter Translator, signing off!]

"I told ya already we ain't playin' guitar r'ght now, ya hear?!" Varg shouted. "An' stop calling my younger bro lazy!"

Pesky little dog nibbling on his nightgown, the young adult stood up from the dumb carpet. Alright, alright, he's getting up, okay? Can't his job just go under or something already? That'd be excellent right about now. But, how would he able to afford anything? Sigh. Next question. Not like it'll ever announce a shutdown anyway. He's stuck here for life, baby!

[Alright, alright, I'm up! Can Halen stop biting my nightgown already?!] A page from his communication log shouted.

"Halen, hop offa him! How many times I gotta tell ya t' quit bitin' on Siorc's things?" He grit his teeth.

"Woof, woof, woof, woof, woof, woof, woof!" Bark.

[Hello, hello, hello! SoulCritter Translator here. What did Halen say? Well, he said, "His clothes are yummy! Why should I stop?" Okay, SoulCritter translator, signing off!]

"If ya don't stop nibblin' on his pyjamers, we ain't getting t'getha with th' band tonight!" Varg cried.

Stupid dog whimpering, the young adult tied the teeth hole portion into a tiny knot. Oh, lovely! Look at this beautiful new pit that Halen chewed in here! He ought to start spraying his clothes with anti dog repellent! No, better yet, maybe he should spray this entire house with family repellent! Yeah, right, like that'd ever work in a billion years. No, more like, eight billion, and an entire world reset or something.

[Can you go now? I have to get ready for work!] A page from his communication log shouted.

"I will in a sec," Varg said, arms crossed. "Yer coming ova for dinner t'night, right?"

[I don't know, I guess. Can you go now?] A page from his communication log groaned.

"Aigh, A'll go," Varg responded, heading off towards the door. "We're eatin' at 'round seven. See ya then."

Slam.

Sigh.

Door slammed shut, the young adult resisted the urge to drown back underneath his covers. Can he just rot at the park instead? That'd be great right about now. Sorry, he can't attend dinner today, he has a date with rotting somewhere. Or, maybe he'll go drown in a pool of algae while cleaning another million of those up all day long! Groan. Forget this, he needs to get ready to get out of this joint.

Doing a quick spritzing, the chimera stared at his reflection. Look at him, so pitiful and dull looking. Any duller, and he'll look like a ghost. Maybe they'll make that the fourth group of species around these parts when they discover him floating! Not. Whatever, forget all this nonsense, better put on some foundation or whatever. Groan. Reaching for some rubber bands, his long hair had soon been swallowed whole by the fabric of doom.

Hair pulled into two high buns, the young adult rose his hands in the air. He surrenders, or whatever. He is under arrest by employment! Mascara prepped up and ready to go, he clicked hairpins and earrings into place. Matching black cat set on and loaded, he rolled his eyes. As if he'd ever find a black cat of his own. That won't happen in a billion years. No, scratch that, eight billion years and a world reset. Hyena spots covered, he groaned. He didn't miss any, did he?

Light green shirt with upside down kittens and yarn all over it in a checkerboard style, the chimera slipped on a knee length dark grey pleaded skirt. Was this work appropriate? Probably not, but whatever. It's not like the boss is going to say anything anyway. Or, maybe he would. Sigh, well, fire him, while they're at it, that'd be super amazing. He'll dip into his savings to pay the bills until he gets another job, thanks.

Trudging off towards the kitchen after fighting with the comb for a what felt like a whole fifteen minutes, the soulcritterless individual gazed at his watch. Looks like he won't have time to make a meaty breakfast. His stomach is going to die by the end of today, rest in peace. Whatever. Eggs boiled over the stove, he cracked the top off. Joy, here comes the caviar, bleh. Nibbling on the creature, the hyena nearly dropped on the floor as his phone buzzed. He knows, he knows, boss, be out the door in ten minutes! Last yolk nibbled on, he headed off towards his room. Better get his bag or whatever, he guessed.

Bag slung over his shoulder, the soulcritterless individual clapped his hands together. Please, can a meteor crash down onto Fixer Upper Solutions right now and cancel work for the rest of eternity? No? Groan. He may as well go on a trip to Japan and make one! They make those there, right? He saw an anime about that once, he thinks. Gah, forget it, that's not going to happen! Can an alien invasion happen and take over instead? Yeah, right, that won't happen either. Sigh, better get going before boss texts him again.

Closing the door behind him, yet another pesky face had soon been glued to him from close by. Walking towards his door with sharp piranha teeth sticking out had been a tall hyena chimera man with short pine green hair pulled into a high ponytail. Dark blue violet eyes looking rather sharp, the fixer upper turned away. Why does he always leave home when Pira's on apartment complex patrol? Why did he move into this place again? Who knows, who cares? He can't recall anymore. Brown coat opened, that stupid white shirt with ferrets on it looked straight at him. Little light brown ferret on his shoulder as well, he wanted to bury his head in his shirt. Tch, there's Walker, too, can they both go bother someone else?

"Good morning, kiddo, heading off to work?" Pira asked.

"Walkies, walkies!" Walker cried.

"We'll go for a walk later, Walker." A sigh.

Pesky accursed kiddo coming his way for like the billionth time, the soulcritterless individual rolled his eyes up towards the sky. When will Pira stop calling him that? For crying out loud, he's going to be twenty five in around eight months! Is he really only twelve years older than him? Sometimes he wonders if he was secretly fifty. Whatever, like he'd ever tell if he was.

[Yes, obviously, I'm going to work, where else would I be going, the moon?] A page from his communication log asked.

"Do you want me to drive you?" Pira asked.

[No! I can walk, alright? Go back to inspecting the empty apartments for squatters!] A page from his communication log shouted.

"If you say, so, kiddo. See you around dinnertime."

"Walkies, walkies!" Walker cried. "Walker want walkies!"

Turning off towards the sidewalk, the chimera groaned. About time to head for work now, he guessed. Please, don't let any of his coworkers have their soulcritters with them today!