Your name is (y/n) and, several weeks ago, you had the bad luck to crash-land with your ship on this strange God-forsaken planet, which (despite your probably horrible pronunciation of the alien language) you like to call 'Alternia'.
You've been wandering like a homeless alien since then; from place to place, from adventure to adventure, from FRIEND to FRIEND. You have cured your wounds, and strengthened your muscles and broken bones, and you have even been able to get some good FRIENDSHIPS along the way!
All your new extraterrestrial pals are different, but you don't really mind. Maybe some have tried to kill you… or to use you for their torture streams in a basement, or even to steal your strange alien blood to create works of art! But, hey: you can not blame them. Alternia isn't 'exactly' the best place for the weak (as you have pretty painfully learned thanks to your numerous wanderings around here), and you would also behave strangely if you suddenly find a weird soft-skinned alien wandering around your home, right?
Speaking of which, currently your extraterrestrial pink feet make their way through the deserted streets of this odd planet; You are still wearing the hoodie that one of your good new friends gave you, in whose baggy pockets you store the few belongings that survived your forced landing from space, along with some of the objects that you have found during your many adventures here. Sure, not all of them are quite as useful as medical supplements or food would be, but they still are something!
You kick a small gray stone with your left foot: it moves a couple of meters and then stops.
Alien streets... deserted... more than usual…
You raise your head to look more carefully at the unusual (or at least for you) landscape... It feels... kinda different... It's still the middle of the night, and you're in a populated area: are not trolls supposed to be around? You mean... You're not THAT desperate for more company right now, but this still just seems too odd.
You try to focus on your hearing and close your eyes, hoping to notice some of the classic Alternian background sound of discussions/quadrant confusion/someone's body being violently beaten against the ground. For a moment you think you hear a soft sound in the distance, like a poorly concealed coughing fit, but it comes from too far away and is too brief for you to recognize it clearly.
You kick the stone again; it stops a meter away, and so do you.
There is an uncomfortable feeling in your stomach... Can this be… cravings for FRIENDS?
No, you have known that tempting sensation many times since your arrival, and this does not feel like it at all. It does not seem to be hunger, thirst or the familiar pain of your wounds either... Perhaps this is your sense of FRIENDSHIP, claiming that you fan the powerful flame of your previous relationships?
Now that you think about it, it seems like it's been quite a while since you saw some of your old trolls pals…
Well, the decision is made. Now you just have to choose: which of your very dear friends will you visit today?
Yep, this is going to be a fanfic about the MSPA Reader taking care of the trolls of Hiveswap Friendsim.
Yep, it's going to include lots of fluff and pale stuff. (Perhaps except for a few characters that will probably end up being the world's biggest OOCs, like Nihkee or Fozzer).
Nope, I'm not going to update daily and I'm very sorry, but sometimes my imagination just acts like a wild horse. And I'm not going to punish myself because of it ;)
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