Author's note
Hey again, this is just another random thing I thought up when I was flicking through a flash Gordon comic. Basically, Gunther is an alien sent from a distant planet (Netuupo) to Earth and well, you'll have to read it to find out more :)
I still don't own friends, dammit Janet.
And so it goes…
Gunther looked at the calendar carefully positioned against the wall. Today was the day. He had it all planned out and nobody was going to ruin it for him. He'd spent too long on this miserable little planet and he had to get out. He went over his plan in his head, being from Netuupo (in the galaxy of X010-40), he had an extremely good memory he could remember almost anything he'd ever seen, read or been told. His plan was pretty straight forwards anyway. He had succeeded in his mission so all he had to do was get home to his beloved planet.
He put away his sheets in a cupboard. The coffee house was his home. He had flown it all the way from Netuupo and now was going to fly back in it. The higher council of Netuupo knew it was a risk. Nearly the whole of New York could potentially see the coffee house, or ship, as it took off but it was a risk they were willing to take. They had found humans to be not the cleverest of creatures. Even if they did happen to see the ship taking off, would they really suspect an alien war was coming?
Gunther had decided he would take home 4 humans home with him. 2 as a gift to his mother, the queen of Netuupo, and 2 for his own use. He had decided who to take a long time ago when he first arrived, in the year the humans called 1994. That group, well, some of them anyway. The ones who were always there, with the strange names. Well, all Earth names were strange to him.
There were 6 of them. He had decided he would keep Rachel and Chandler for himself. He would force Rachel to marry him- Chandler wouldn't be a threat really- and he would take Ross and Phoebe to his mother, she always liked Earth music. As for Ross, Gunther knew the queen would work him very hard. Good. It would be his punishment for keeping Rachel from him all these year. As for the other two, he'd have to kill them. He couldn't have them telling the police or FBI about what they were going to see. No, they'd have to go. He had no use for them.
He checked the fuel supply before firing up the cappuccino machine. The morning dragged, he didnt want to hang around too long unnecessarily. When were they going to get there? He was going to take off as soon as they were there, well, he would have to get rid of the other people first though.
Then, at 12 o'clock precisely, there they were. Bingo.
Foot note
Sorry it was a bit short, next chapter should be longer, thanks for reading x
