#bear = lunar lurker

[thewitchoftherock]

“Hey! Get away from him! He’s a monster!”

“He’s a *hot* monster thought.”

Luna’s comment made my brain blue-screen for a moment. Literally. The chip in the side of my head which allowed me to access the galactic net with my brain suddenly shuddered and blanked, a flash of blue and an error message forming in my mind’s eye for about ten seconds before it rebooted. It didn’t hurt, but it was disorientating to the point where I had to check again and make sure that what just happened was real, and not a dream or a glitch-induced hallucination.

Luna, my oldest, kindest, most understanding friends in the whole solar system was on the ground before me, looking down with a soft, loving gaze at the injured monster whose head she rested on her lap. The creature - which I knew was male based on the longer translucent frills on his head- was something called a Lunar Lurker; a creature with skin so light it was almost luminous in even the faintest of light, and so thin you could almost see it’s silver-blue veins. It had no mouth—at least not one which had been discovered yet— so nobody really knew how it fed but stories though history had suggested it feeding on the sanity of others, keeping people hostage until they go mad. Others thought it survived on pain and fear. A more practical idea in my head— and the one the chip offered to me as the most logical option— was the theory that it absorbed it’s nutrients thought it’s skin.

That would explain why so often when they were seen, they were covered in blood.

This one was covered in blood as well, but it was it’s own blood; a gash in it’s side was the obvious source. I had never seen these things bleed before, never considered what its blood looked like, but regardless I found myself surprised that it was more silver than a blue when outside its body.

It looked up at Luna with it’s frontward facing eyes—they were bigger than the lateral eyes it had—and made some kind of noise that was something between the cawing of a crow and a breathy, slurred spoken language I couldn’t understand.

“Shh, shh, it’s ok.” She said as she gently ran a hand over one of its frills, “I got you.”

“I think it has you!” I said, reaching for my taser. From here, I could see it had claws on its proportionally huge hands. A single swipe and I was certain it could slit her throat. If it did absorb nutrients through its skin, maybe it would absorbed her blood to help itself heal from its injury. “It could kill you.”

“I know.” She said simply, “But he didn’t.”

It gave another strange vocalization, its head finds flicking as its long, slender fingers clenched and unclenched. Fuck, this thing had an extra joint on its fingers and watching them move made me feel sick.

“Can you walk buddy?” She asks as she slowly tried to lift it up to a sitting position. It didn’t move, and gave an obvious whimper of pain.

“Look, we’re lucky it’s injured.” I said, “Let’s get the heck away from here.”

“I’m not leaving him.”

“Because he’s hot?”

She flushed, her expression turning into a mask of indifference, “That’s besides the point.” She huffed, “Yes, he’s hot, but even so, he’s injured, and needs help.”

“Please don’t tell me your’e going to try to bang it.” I groaned. Luna was also one of the more ‘sexually adventurous’ people I knew. Horny on main, by her own admittance. “Look, I know you like monsters, but this isn’t fiction. It’s real. It’s a real monster-”

“Alien.” Luna corrected. “We called them monsters because they were on earth well before integration to the galactic community, and you know damn well that that kind of language is ignorant at best!” She continued to pet the thing’s fin. “We have plenty of aliens that were formerly considered ‘monsters’ which are accepted citizens now!”

That was true, unfortunately. Creatures we once called Werewolves, vampires, and fairies were now known by their proper names of Lyconaids, Nisharatan, and Airashoolore. Bigfoot when he was alive, was just an alien that crashed on Earth and spent the majority of its life thinking we were the monsters until we figure out universal translation, Nessie was a hermit who came here thinking that humans weren’t sentient at all, and chupacabra’s race didn’t recognize a species as sentient unless they could communicate via olfactory signals. So yes, many of the monsters were actually aliens, and most had integrated on earth easily enough.

Not Lunar Lurkers though. We still had no idea where they came from.

“Whatever. You can’t!”

“I know.” She said softly as she reached into her pack and took out a first aid kit.

“You do?” I breathed a sigh of relief. She was crazy, sure, but she wasn’t that crazy at least.

“Of course I do: He doesn’t pass the Harkness test.”

“The Harkness test?”

She rolled her eyes as she took out some bandages and began wrapping the wound. “The Harkness test.” She repeated. “An easy set of guidelines to see if you can ethically bang a non-human.”

“Oh gods.” I groaned.

“So, first, is the creature of human intelligence, or higher? I have no idea. Yet.”

Another groan escaped me as I sunk to the ground, my head in my hands.

“Second, can the creature communicate. well, right now, he can’t. But I’m sure we can get there.”

“You’re not seriously planning this, are you?” I asked, looking up at her through my fingers.

“He’s injured. He’ll need to be taken care of anyway, and I can do that better if we can communicate. I’m sure we can get a translator working for him.”

“And then you plan to seduce him?” I asked.

“Well, first, I make sure that he’s an adult for his species. If all that is true, and he consents, then it’s fine!” She taped the bandage over the wound, and cleaned up the blood stuck to his skin. The entire time he never took his frontal eyes off her. It was only then I noticed that his lateral eyes were fixed on me.

“And what if he consents, only to trick you into a vulnerable position, and then does something awful to you when you can’t defend yourself?”

she gave me a tired look as she put the rest of the bandages away. “Look.” She said, “Any woman puts herself in that position every time we get close to a man.” She looked down at him, a hand trailing over his long fingers with the extra joints, “And honestly… if I had to choose between a random Lunar Lurker, and a random man? I’d choose the Lurker every time.”

Writing Prompt #2668

"He's a monster!"

"He's a hot monster, though."

[cloudninetonine]

I feel the need to send this in here because I want everyone to see it. So, here is my server appreciation.

THANK YOU CANDY FOR BEING THE ONLY SANE MOD.

THANK YOU CHILL FOR BEING OUR OVERPROTECTIVE BEAR FRIEND.

THANK YOU SILVER FOR TRYING TO NICELY INFLUENCE MY CHAOS.

THANK YOU PUDDLE FOR ENCOURAGING IT.

THANK YOU HEALTH FOR BEING A POSITIVE NICE PERSON ALL THE FUCKING TIME.

THANK YOU TARTA FOR BEING SO FRIENDLY AND WELCOMING.

THANK YOU CLOUD FOR HELPING ME MEET EVERYBODY AND CARING FOR US.

THANK YOU BESTIE FOR WORKING HARD WITH BOTS EVEN WHEN IT DOESN'T WORK.

THANK YOU CUCKIE FOR BEING SO VIOLENTLY CARING WHENEVER WE NEED.

THANK YOU FANGS FOR BEING MORAL SUPPORT FOR ME TO SAY THIS SHIT.

THANK YOU TRASH FOR LETTING ME TALK ABOUT MY OLD FANDOMS WITH YOU.

THANK YOU HONEY FOR BEING OUR LOCAL LURKER.

THANK YOU COSMO FOR THE WONDERFUL WIZARD VIBES AND GIVING ME THE ENCOURAGEMENT TO CONTINUE DOING THE ALIGNMENT CHARTS.

THANK YOU KAHOOT FOR ALL OF THE SILLY TIMES YOU GIVE ME AND GIVING ME THE ABILITY TO MOCK KING RUPERT.

THANK YOU SHAUNTI FOR THE SILENT COMPANY YOU GIVE ME IN VC.

THANK YOU LUNAR FOR TALKING WITCHCRAFT WITH ME THE OTHER NIGHT.

THANK YOU BEAN FOR LOOKING OUT FOR ME THE OTHER NIGHT AND EVERY OTHER DAY.

THANK YOU ROSIE FOR THE FUN NEW FANDOMS TO RESEARCH WITH YOUR REBLOGS.

THANK YOU ANYONE ELSE I FORGOT.

-Fruit Anon