Hello. I haven't stuck to my deadlines recently, and for that I apologize. FanFiction hasn't been working on my device, and hasn't been letting me publish. Fingers crossed that this will go through!

As a side note for the story, Near is fluffy and passive, and otherwise sheeplike. Thusly, he is called a sheep. My descriptions of aliens and their affiliated technology, etc., are taken from the accounts of people who claim to have seen aliens. I am not claiming to either believe or disbelieve these people. Thank you.

I do not own the descriptions of aliens or Death Note. Please enjoy the story.

Postscript: this is not meant to be taken seriously. It's somewhere between a crackfic and... something. Hysterical midnight scribblings, perhaps?

This is thoughts

:This is mind-talking... whateverness:

Mello paced around his room angrily, glaring at the crumpled remains of his report card. Near had beaten him again. He growled. His roommate, Matt, glanced up from his handheld gaming device.

"Watcha doing, Mels?" The blond boy only stalked out of the room, muttering under his breath about mutton. Matt stuck his tongue out at his prickly friend's retreating back, before returning to his game, squinting in the midday sunlight.

Mello busted through Near's door. Why bother to knock? Near never locked his door anyways. Mello never made it past the doorway.

What is that sheep doing? As if hearing Mello's thoughts, Near turned to him. The whole room was bathed in a neon green light, and Near looked positively eerie. Dressed in his usual pajama set, his hair was it's usual sheepy fluffiness. But protruding on stalks from his cotton ball hairier eyes, unblinking and without whites, just as the ones on his face. He was hovering a few inches from the ground. Mello only noticed when the small boy moved towards him, taking steps that never touched the floor. Mello was rooted in place, frozen with fear. Because, most terrifying of all was the Cheshire cat smile spread across the Near-creature's face. :Mello.: the Near-creature spoke directly into Mello's mind. Mello heard, but only half listened. Despite the shock of all... this, his brain still functioned well enough to search (unfruitfully) for an escape. He noted the smear of blood on the Near-creature's pajama top, and the tanks overflowing with swirling blue liquid in the corners of the room. The liquid sloshed hypocritically as Near floated/walked towards him.

"Mels? Why are you standing in the middle of the tennis court?"

"Huh? Oh, Matt. You startled me."

"I've been standing in front of you watching you stare into space for the past ten minutes."

"Oh. Why's it so dark out?"

"It's eleven at night, Mels. You left at around noon. I got up to close the blinds at ten forty or so and saw you out the window, just... standing there like you are now, only... vacant. I waved my hand in front of your face. You didn't respond. Where'd you go? What happened? Why are you here?"

"No clue. I could've sworn I went to Near's room just a few minutes ago. Can't remember what happened, though."

"Huh."

And so the supergenius boy's returned to their dorm. But echoing softly through the far reaches of one's mind was something. Not quite a memory, perhaps not a dream. Vague, yet incredibly persistent.

:Mello, I'm not a sheep. I'm an alien. And we're coming... coming...coming...: And the alien's strange message goes on echoing and reverberating, and never quite reaching the boy. The boy feels uneasy, though. Why, he wonders.

And that's the end. I would love reviews. Happy winter break!