#i can work off picrew or gacha too!!

[frostwing213]

My Eyes of Cats OC

So... I really love @sm-baby 's The Eyes of Cats thing. So I made my own OC

Meet Velia

I can't draw for the life of me, so Gacha Club is a life saver. (And Picrews, but I couldn't get them to look quite right for her.)

However, I am a writer, so I wrote a little thing for her under the cut

I was pretty young when the aliens showed up. I was only twelve. Sure, I was 12 and already spying on other powerful families for my parents, but I was only twelve. When the aliens showed up, I was able to stick it out for a bit, trying to watch them, figure them out, figure out how to take them down. I was under her parents guidance at first, but Mother disappeared, probably taken by an alien, and father died from some bad food. After that, I was on my own. I survived. Got a little thinner, green eyes a little duller, got a bit paler, but I was alive, and that's what really mattered. That's what still matters now. About eight years ago, when I was twenty, things got bad. I was sick, and wasn't as careful around the aliens. One of the more hostile ones found me. I got pretty hurt. My stuff got stolen too, I was too hurt, too sick, to defend myself. I was fucked. I was out of it long enough you could see the white hair that always grew in front grow back in after the last time I dyed it. Maybe that was what saved me, those little strips of white hair. I barely remember that day, I think I was dying. I was only half awake, and had only been brought to full conciseness by a voice of one of those aliens. It was looming over me, and I panicked. I used my knife, but it didn’t do anything of course. If humans had weapons that worked against them, things wouldn't be the way they are today. I remember the alien picking me up, cooing softly, trying to minic a human voice. For some reason that calmed me down, I guess she reminded me of my mother in that moment, just enough for the adrenaline to fade, just enough to lull me back into unconsciousness. I remember waking up for a little bit in a room of bight lights and walls, and those towering creatures around me. They jabbed me with something and I was out again. After that, I woke up in an alien home, the one who got me off the streets and apparently got me patched up. I, I don't mind her much now, but it was rough in the beginning. I didn’t, still don't fully, trust her. But she's kind, kinder than others, so I've stopped trying to hide from her as much. But I still attempt to run away, it doesn't work, she got some sort of tracker on me, and this necklace I can't get off. She always finds me when I don't head back for dinner. I'm still trying to figure things out, I'm trying to get their written language, almost got it down, but I can barely understand them. But I'm still trying. I'm doing what I can. I help those on the streets if they let me. I try to sneak into alien workplaces or whatever they are, see what I can figure out. I'm not able to figure out much, but I try. Maybe one day, things will change. Maybe one day, they won't rule us anymore. Maybe one day, I'll figure things out and help change things. Maybe I won't, maybe nothing will change, but I have to keep trying, I can't become like one of those other people, those pets. I can't be that. I have to use what I know. I have to try, even if it kills me.

(Not my best writing, but I needed to get it out of my head)

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