[Current Location: The Alien Spacecraft at the very top of the Perilous Cape in Enhet, Norway at around five in the afternoon.]

"Caaaaw, caaaw, ku kaaaaaaaaaw!" a crow cried beside the spaceship.

[It's about time I got a role here! Hello, it's your tired, but eager to work, SoulCritter Translator here! What did Bad Omen, the stolen crow SoulCritter say just now? Well, he said, "Chimeras, chimeras! The chimeras have arrived!" There you have it! Well, I'm out of here, buh bye!]

Large escalator dropping down from the sky above, the young adult gripped tight. Just how high up were these pesky fiends? He doesn't know, he's not a space measurer! Please, don't let the ascent upward take a total of six hours or more, or else he's toast! No, not just toast, he'll be alien food, too! Ha ha ha, slurp, slurp, giggle, alien food, sounds tasty. No, get it together, Siorc, that's not about to happen here!

[Current Location: In front of the alien spaceship two hundreds meters up in the sky at around six in the evening. Countdown to eating time at the alien's discretion: five hours.] 

End soon reached who knows when, the young adult gazed at his smartwatch. Five hours to go before the worst case scenario. How is he supposed to get Mr. Tux back? There's no way he's going to be able to fight the aliens like this? He should have brought two bags with him instead of one! Great, there's no way he's going to be able do anything about this now. Goodbye Mr. Tux, goodbye, to all the SoulCritters in the entire world, after all of this, these things will go after them, too.

"Open up, invaders," Pira demanded, knocking.

Door opening, the young adult crossed his fingers. No ears have been munched on yet, right? Please, they got here way before the eight hour mark! Unless, h meant one? Please, don't let H mean one, that's all he asks! Yeah, right, as if these bug eyed freaks were that generous with time. He's about to witness bloody horrors like has never seen before at any given moment.

Large, oval headed bug eyed freak practically jumping back as they stepped out, the chimera studied the creature for a brief moment. Why does this thing look like it's about to drop dead any second now? On second thought, wrong question. Think, think. Why does this thing look like it's about to melt into a puddle? Eyes soon on Pira, he resisted the urge to hiss. These things had better not demand he go to Mars or something! Sorry, not happening, the red planet is not their new home.

{Gleep, glorp, I smell [A RUBBER COAT IN THAT HEAVY BAG YOU'RE CARRYING HOMO CHAEMERIA! HAND IT OVER, OR WE WILL EAT YOUR SOULCRITTER, TOO!}

Pira opening the bag, the fixer upper studied the raincoats for a brief moment. Bright, yellow rubber doll sized outfits slipped out into the open, he wondered. Would this be enough to keep these pests quiet for the rest of eternity? No, probably not. Let him guess, they wanted to do a whole fashion run, didn't they? Tch, demanding little bugs, he swears to the king of Sweden!

"Here, a box of fifty raincoats, just for you," Pira said in a serious tone. "Now, let us into your ship before I get physical."

{Why are you [HOMO CHAEMERIAS THE SAME AS THOSE VIOLENT HUMANS?] We thought that [CHIMERAS DIDN'T HAVE THE SAME RIGHTS AS HOMO SAPIENS.] What are you going to do, shoot us down? [WITH WHAT, YOUR FINGERS? WE'RE SO SCARED, TERRIFIED. NOW, STOP HIDING YOUR SOULCRITER AND HAND IT OVER OR ELSE WE'LL--.}

Bam.

Boom.

Crackle.

"I don't believe I stuttered just now, did I? Let us into your ship now, or there will be more where that came from." Bam, bam.

{My [ANTENNAS! HOW DARE YOU USE THOSE DEATH MAKER MACHINES ON MY ANTENNAS!] Fine, you gave us what we wanted, so we'll [LET YOU IN, HYENA MAN.] But, listen, up, [CHIMERAS, WE'RE YOUR NEW OVERLORDS, SO YOU HAD BETTER LISTEN TO US LIKE YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO.}

Bam.

Bam.

Bam.

{Alright, alright, [FINE, FINE, WE'LL LET YOU IN!] Put that [DEATH WEAPON DOWN ALREADY.}

Pushed through the door, a strange new world soon awaited the cat tailed individual on the other side. Large greenhouse like place boiling away, sweat poured down the chimera's cheek. Is it just him, or had it been a scorcher in here? Oh, no, Mr. Tux, is he a puddle on the floor?! Great, now he's got another problem to take care of! Better get a mop!

Placed down onto the ground, the hyena searched far and wide. Where are those aliens keeping Mr. Tux? He needs to find him before it's too late! Legs pins and needles, he tried to keep himself together. Forget everything else right now, he has a money sinker to get back! Aliens stupid bug eyes glued to him, his eyes wandered. Quick, listen for some mrow mrows.

"Mrow, mrow, mrow, mrow, mrow!" Mr. Tux demanded.

[Hello, hello, sigh, you need me for everything, don't you? Hello, it's your friendly SoulCritter Translator here. What did Mr. Tux demand just now? You guessed it! He said, "And, paint my castle walls golden, or else, peasant!" Oh, no, he's holding up the harpoon shooter, he means business! So much for being the victim here, am I right? Maybe someone should kidnap me instead! But, who will translate for you? You won't be able to understand anything the SoulCritters are saying without me! Kay, peacers!]

{What's this [GOLD COLOR] this cat keeps mentioning?}

{I think it's that fancy [YELLOW THOSE HUMANS PUT ON THEIR CROWNS ALL THE TIME?}

{Yes, perhaps that is [RIGHT.] This kitty is [VERY FUNNY, I WANT A DEMANDING BLACK CAT THAT TREATS ME LIKE A PEASANT, TOO!}

{We ought to go ahead and find a [HUMAN HELP US FIND OUR SOULCRITTERS AS SOON AS POSSIBLE!] Gleep glorp!}

{As soon as [POSSIBLE], gleep glorp. [AS SOON AS THESE UNWANTED GUESTS LEAVE.] Speaking of which, chimeras [HEAR US.] We want you [OUT OF HERE AS SOON AS YOU PICK UP THIS KITTY WE TOOK FROM YOU!] Or else, [WE'LL SEND YOU TO MARS RIGHT HERE, RIGHT NOW! WE'RE ALREADY PRACTICALLY OUT OF THE ATMOSPHERE ANYWAY!] Tick, tock, tick tock, you have [E HOURS LEFT TO HIT THE ROAD.] E hours!}

{Gleep glorp!}

Aliens going on and on about mars, the chimera cracked his knuckles. Sorry, he's all out of trips into space! Adrenaline rushing through him, the fixer upper raced through the next door. Alright, invaders from the planet of Gleop a Gleorp a Leorp, they'd better learn how to say they're sorry because when he's done with them, they'll be groveling in pain for the rest of forever!

Weird plant cultivation room soon grabbing his attention, the young adult's heart soon leaped out of his chest. Oh, no, are there lilies in here? Please, don't let there be those flowers in here! Not spotting any white flowers, relief washed over him. But, he knew that the nightmare wasn't over. What if there were other death plants hiding in plain sight? He is the worst SoulCritter bondee ever. Tax him for the rest of his life.

Aliens in the corner painting a mini castle, the chimera placed his hands on his hips. This gremlin sure was making himself comfortable! Invaders in the corner sweating up a storm, he tried to not laugh. What's wrong, afraid of His Majesty the Cat? Well, guess what? They'll probably be worked until they drop dead. Or, worse, even after that. Whatever, not his problem; let it happen for all he cares.

Racing off towards the little red chair in the corner, the chimera's legs were ready to fall off, but he tuned it out. He feels nothing, he's dreaming, he's asleep; keep moving forward. Bright purple eyes soon on him, he could feel it, he's going to say he's staying here. Sorry, not happening, triangular shaped ears and all of Europe's SoulCritters are at stake here!

"Mrow, mrow, mrow, mrow!" Mr. Tux exclaimed.

[Hi, hi, your friendly SoulCritter Translator here! What did Mr. Tux say just now? Well, he said, "Wait until those diseased rats over there finish painting my castle to rescue me, peasant!" Woah, this kitty here's sure making himself at home, isn't he? Guess we're going to be here for awhile! Kay, peacers!]

Pesky little black paw pointing at the castle in the corner, the young adult crossed his arms across his waist. Excuse him, but he has a castle at home already! And, and, he doesn't, he doesn't, he doesn't have room for another in the apartment! Ugh, why is his head spinning so much? He wishes he knew the answer to that question. No way, not happening. It's time? It's time to? Why is everything tingling, hello?

Bug eyes sizing him up, he covered his ears. If they think for even a moment he's going to let these things get munchy with it, they have another thing coming! He'll? He'll get these pesky creatures their SoulCritters or whatever, just lay off the galactic overlord stuff they keep yapping about! No, better idea, he'll get the demons to stop shooting their friends! He'll? Huff puff, he'll, figure it out, probably.

{Gleep, glorp, you there, [CHIMERA PRETENDING TO BE A HUMAN!] You will be the one [TO HELP US GET OUR VERY OWN SOULCRITTERS!] We are now [DENIZENS ON THIS PLANET WHETHER YOU LIKE IT OR NOT!] So, either you [HELP US FIND OURS THREE TIMES A WEEK STARTING FROM J DAYS FROM NOW] or else, [WE WILL EAT THIS KITTY OF YOUR FOR REAL THIIS TIME.] Mark our words, he will be munched, and you will be sorry if you say no!}

"Mrow, mrow, mrow, mrow, mrow!" Mr. Tux demanded.

[Do you really need me to translate what Mr. Tux just said? Fine, fine, I'll do that for you! Mr. Tux demanded, "Paint faster, peasants!" Oooh, and he just shot a couple aliens in the back! Better run!]

Invaders getting straight back up, the young adult's jaw dropped open. What are these things, invincible?! He knew they weren't, but they may as well have been. Noise looking about ready to repeat itself at any given moment, he threw his hands in the air. Seriously, they want SoulCritters of their own now, too? Why him? There's many other people they could ask to do this for them!

[Why me?] An electronic voice asked through his smartwatch.

{This [CAT OF YOURS IS SUPER HILARIOUS. HE THINKS HE'S THE KING OF THE ENTIRE WORLD.] And, [WE WANT OUR OWN SPECIAL NOT PETS TO BOSS US AROUD, IT WOULD BE QUITE A THRILL!] So, [EITHER HELP US FIND OURS STARTING IN J DAYS FROM NOW, OR ELSE, THIS KITTY OF YOURS WILL BE TURNED INTO OUR NEXT MEAL!] Do we have ourselves, [WHAT DO THE HUMANS SAY IN A SITUATION LIKE THIS?! FILL ME IN HERE!}

{Crystal?}

{Yes, that'll do, do we make ourselves [CRYSTAL] here?}

Sigh.

Another coat of paint plopped down onto the new castle, the chimera slapped his palm across his forehead. Is he really hearing this right right now? They want a SoulCritter that's as demanding as Mr. Tux? This has to be some kind of joke. Are they pulling his leg? They must be. Maybe he should ask that first before being forced to sign a contract to sell his soul to these things.

[Are you serious?] An electronic voice asked through his smartwatch.

{What is it with you [HUMAN LIKE CREATURES THINKING EVERYONE THINKS THE SAME WAY AS THEY DO?] We do not understand why you all think [YOUR VALUES ARE ALL THE SAME.] We want a [FUNNY SPECIAL NOT PET THAT BOSSES US AROUND. HELP US FIND OURS, AND WE WILL LEAVE YOU LOT ALONE.] Are we crystal?}

Sigh.

Annoyingly good point brought to his attention, the chimera gave the invaders a glare. Right, why should he expect creatures from another planet to think remotely similar to an earthling? What a ridiculous thought. Let him guess, if he tells them he's not interested, they'll gnaw his legs off? Please don't, he needs those to keep his job, thanks.

[Fine, I'll help you find your SoulCritters! Happy now?! But, just so you know, I have a full time job, so the only time I'll be able to help you is on the weekends!] An electronic voice shouted through his smartwatch.

Hundreds of gleep glorps coming his way, the hyena covered his ears. If they think for a moment he's going to skip work to help these things find their SoulCritters, they've got another thing coming! He's got bills to pay and a roof to try and keep over his head. If they so much as dare try and steal him away while he's on the clock, sorry, go find someone else.

{Gleep glorp, the moment you are off work [IF WE CALL THAT PHONE OF YOURS, YOU ARE TO COME IMMEDIATELY.] Or else, [WE WILL EAT YOUR SOULCRITTER OVER HERE! We [CRYSTAL?] Hand over [THAT DEVICE OF YOURS SO WE CAN PUT IN THE SHIP'S NUMBERPHET THINGY INTO IT!] Say no, and, your king's ears are going to get it!}

Taking his phone out, some strange gibberish had been placed into his contacts list. Oh, wait, sorry, he just remembered, he doesn't have interstellar coverage! Good luck trying to call him because it'll never go through. Yeah, right, like they're going to buy that line. This is so going to turn his phone into e-waste at the drop of a hat, isn't it? He can feel it now, in ten days, the battery will bulge.

Creatures continuing to paint the rest of the castle, the fixer upper's ears had begun to ring. Is it just him, or had there been blood on the ground? No, he's definitely imagining it. Focus, come on, focus, he needs to get a certain somecat back here. How much longer until his royal highness's quarters are done? He doesn't know, his breath is getting pretty heavy.

{Gleep glorp, how's your castle, [YOUR ROYAL KITTINESS? IS IT TO YOUR LIKING?] Also, [HOW DO WE GET A SOULCRITTER AS FUNNY AS YOU?] Please, enlighten us.}

"Mrow, mrow, mrow, mrow, mrow!" Mr. Tux cried, pointing.

[You still need me? Well, alright then, sigh, hello, your fellow SoulCritter Translator here. What did Mr. Tux say just now? "Put a sticker of me and The King, Mr. Tux on the golden gate, and then you are relieved of your duties, peasants!" Woah now, it's almost like he wants the entire world to know he's royalty or something! And, the aliens are eating it all up, too! Kay, peacers.]

{Gleep, glorp, anything for you, [YOUR HIGHNESS!] Right away!}

Crudely graffitied black cat sprayed onto the door, the young adult resisted the urge to point and laugh. That's supposed to be Mr. Tux? That's a square! Whatever, who cares, these things have eyes so big that they can't see to save their lives! Why not tattoo their pupils shut and go back to whatever planet they came from when they sting for the rest of forever? That would be amazing right about now! Yeah, right, as if that'll happen, though. Fat chance.

{It is done, [YOUR HIGHNESS] you may go now. We will [PUT IT IN A NICE GOLDEN BAG FOR YOU WHILE WE'RE AT IT!]} Slip.

{And, remember, [CHIMERA], when we [CALL YOU], you [ANSWER] and you [HELP UP FIND OUR SOULCRITTERS. GOT IT?] This is not up for [NEGOTIATION] this is [OUR DEMAND.] Are we crystal?}

Sticking his thumb up, everything soon burned. Yeah, yeah, they're crystal alright. Ha ha super duper crystal. Drown him in them while they're at it! Wobbling as Mr. Tux leaped into his bag, his body had become one with the ground. Why is everything so fuzzy all of a sudden, hello, is anyone there? Where's this echo coming from?

Forget it.

He's fading.