(A/N: alright ladies and gentlemen. Boys and Girls. The moment you've been waiting for. The self-insert story for Alien. Starring Commander Jim and my friend, Rachael Miramoto. Enjoy.)
Aliens are real. They are among us.
Chapter 1
(Dante's pov)
12:30 pm
My name is Dante Vera. No...not the one from my first Alien story even though I added my name in it. You may know me as Yorkmanic88. Let me tell you of a bizarre incident I had. Let me start with the beginning.
I was working on my fanfic story of life as a hybrid xenomorph (and after reading that stupid article from article that was "worth reading" from Kotaku about games should skip combat. Epic fail to the dude who wrote that article. -_-) I get a call from my friend, Rachael.
I pick it up and had a conversation with her about how the next chapter for the Alien fanfic will be. I did some notes about how the next chapter was going to be. Rachael always help me on my stories of any ideas I will add in the chapters.
*ding!*
"Excuse me for a second. My pizza is ready." I said as I placed the phone on the desk and went to the oven.
I opened the oven and took the pizza out with my oven mitts and placed it on the counter. I took a pizza cutter and did 8 slices of pizza. I took the tray of pizza and placed it on a counter next to my desk.
"Okay, I'm back, Rach." I said as I picked up the phone.
"Pizza at this time?" She asked.
"Hey. I need something to help me think."
"But pizza? Don't you Americans have a saying that healthy food help you think?"
She's Japanese so she isn't too familiar what I do in America and what she hears in America too.
"The pizza I'm eating is healthy. It has whole wheat crust, onions, some peppers and melted parmesan cheese. Made it myself."
Sorry. Am I making you hungry? I'll stop.
"Huh...guess they can be healthy if you make it yourself."
"Glad you agree with me." I said with a smirk.
We continued talking of how our next chapter is going to be with the occasional of me eating my pizza until probably maybe 6:00 pm, Rachael had to go to work. Hours later, I suddenly dozed off after I finished eating my pizza and passed out with my head on the desk.
Another hour and I hear...
*slam!*
That was the sound of my refrigerator slammed to the floor. I quickly jolted off my chair and took my flashlight. I rushed down the stairs and I went to the kitchen with the lights on.
"The fuck?"
The food of the fridge was nearly empty. The only thing left were my fruits, my veggies, my drinks and breads. All of my meat was gone. So I decided to investigate. I looked around my house to see what clues I can find.
I was in luck...trails of discarded food were leading to the basement.
"I wonder who are little trespasser is." I said as I quietly walked the stairs with my flashlight on.
Munching noise was heard from a close distance. I got closer and closer until I got a good view of something...terrifying...and intimidating.
A xenomorph is my basement. I'm not crazy. It's in my me as it got closer to me and closer and then it screeched at me.
And what did I do...? I fainted. ...Yeah. Let me repeat that. I fainted. I was scared out of my mind! Would you if you saw one in your basement!? Running wouldn't help me because those things extremely agile and could possibly kill me and hiding wasn't the option because it might try to find me more easily. A xenomorph from the movies is in my basement. What the fuck? The only thing I felt was my body being dragged somewhere. What's going to happen to me? I hope it doesn't kill me...
(A/N: how was that? More chapters coming up.)
