Some triggering dehumanization in this chapter. Be warned.

Just more Keroro and Fuyuki stuff.

Fuyuki sat at his desk, turning on the small table lamp.

The invader Sergeant Keroro is now my pet. I do not know much about his species called Keronians, but they intrigue me. However because he is obviously a child I do not want to prod him too much. Fuyuki had never seen an alien child before. He didn't want to hurt something like that. It just felt wrong. And everything about Keroro screamed child.

Sarge is the most childlike alien I've ever met. Fuyuki smiled. He beckoned his hand over as men moved a tank into his room.

"It's...It's filled with water, Master Fuyuki..." Keroro frowned as he saw the tank. It was large, large enough for him to swim in. It had a few lily pads and bugs in it.

"Yeah. That's your home now." Fuyuki pointed, "Frogs live in tanks. You are a frog, so you'll live there."

Keroro turned pale. He felt his hands shaking. He was an invader. He deserved dignity. He didn't want to live in a tank like some animal. It felt wrong, made him feel trapped.

Fuyuki stared at him waiting for him to get into the tank to swim around.

"But...I want a bed..." Keroro said quietly, "Like you."

Fuyuki looked at him annoyed, "But you aren't like me. I'm a human, you're an alien." He went back to his desk.

"I want a bed!" Keroro yelled, repeatedly. Fuyuki covered his ears.

After several hours of Keroro begging, Fuyuki finally reluctantly gave in. Keroro would not go into his bed.

I guess I can't help the fact that he's a child. Fuyuki sighed. "Fine! Fine! You can have a bed!"

Keroro smiled for the first time since he had gotten on Pekopon. A bed seemed like such a small victory as Fuyuki set out a small little dog bed. It was fluffy and had a small blanket, but it was enough for Keroro. He got into it and tried to let himself sleep.

His platoon might have been dead. Keron might have abandoned him and he was a prisoner, but he had a bed.

He'd deal with the rest in the morning.

Eventually sleep found him, and although most of his dreams were nightmares of what Fuyuki would do to him, he knew he had to not let it show.

Fuyuki needed to be his ally. Or else he wouldn't survive.

Keroro quickly transitioned into the demeanor of a war prisoner. He didn't fight back against his circumstances, his struggles appearing futile. He didn't want to think about anything. Not his platoon, not Keron. Not anything.

His hands were always shaking near Fuyuki, his eyes filled with fear along with the rest of his tiny body. Fuyuki terrified him more than anything, but a slow fondness was growing. I need to make him my friend. Then my position here is secured. If I can just make him laugh once, then he won't hurt me. So Keroro wasted all his time on trying to do comedic things instead of looking for his team mates.

"Oh! There's a banana peel! My comedian spirit is telling me to slip on it!" Keroro would yell. Fuyuki would smile as Keroro would fall to the ground, getting bruised.

He would also cry if his food fell on the floor. Keroro would mess up simple tasks and Fuyuki would smile.

"It's all right, sarge. I know things like folding paper is difficult for you." Fuyuki would soothingly say, assuming Keroro was a child. "Have a Gundam model."

Gundam models seemed to be the currency on this planet. And even though they were useless to Keroro besides a moment of amusement they quickly became the most important thing in the world to him.

Keroro's hands would stop shaking as he built. When he focused on gundam he didn't have to think about how he was a prisoner, a thing, how Keron had abandoned him and he would die there, about the torture that his friends and platoon mates were going through and how he wasn't brave enough to save them. It was just him and the gundam models.

I don't want to die. Keroro hadn't heard anything on his communicator. Fuyuki had confiscated it. I don't want to be left here to never see a keronian again. Keroro tried not to cry.

He looked at the face of his gundam model. The creation looked at him blankly because it was a toy. It gave him meaning in his otherwise meaningless life. I need to collect these. I need to collect them all. Keroro decided. His hands shook as he held some filers, knowing he could use them on Fuyuki to escape. But he was afraid of Fuyuki's guards. That is an achievable goal. Everything else...It isn't.

Keroro realized. He felt dead inside. Hallow.

He didn't realize as time went on that he was slipping more and more into a childish demeanor and convincing Fuyuki that he was a child, more and more. It just came natural to him. Made it easier to cope with his loneliness.

"Sarge." Fuyuki called to him, the nickname he had given Keroro. He set a plate on the floor with his food. He had put it on a little toddler table after Keroro had thrown a fit. "I put out some newspaper for you."

"To read?" Keroro was surprised. Why did Fuyuki want him to read?

"No. For the bathroom." Fuyuki frowned, "All the books say that you need those for puppies. You aren't a puppy, but you're close enough."

Keroro felt sickened. Yet another moment of dehumanization. He crossed his legs hoping he didn't have to use the restroom soon, and ate his meal in silence.

Fuyuki hummed unaware of what he was doing.

Keroro didn't know how bad it would be when Fuyuki caught him using his toilet.

It didn't take very long for Fuyuki to catch him. Fuyuki opened the door a few hours later and found Keroro on the toilet.

"I-I'm sorry! Please don't kill me!" Keroro begged.

Instead Fuyuki smiled and his eyes sparkled and he clapped. "I toilet trained you! And I didn't even have to put in any effort! I'm so proud!"

"...You are? So this is okay?" Keroro asked.

"Sure. I don't want to be changing newspaper anyway." Fuyuki nodded, "My friends are going to be so jealous. It's so hard to toilet train a pet!"

Keroro didn't know whether to be proud of Fuyuki's compliments or sickened.

"You're so great, sarge." Fuyuki smiled. Compliments like these made Keroro feel wrong. Like he had a mixed message.

Keroro didn't know much about Stockholm syndrome and sympathizing with a captor, Keron never taught anyone what to do when they were captured, they were too proud believing none of their forces would ever get captured, but it didn't take Keroro more than a week to think of Fuyuki as just a normal boy. A pekoponian boy.

He had some weird hobbies and he frightened him, but he was just a normal boy. He could be his friend.

Fuyuki smiled from his bed as he read occult magazines. "Sarge?" Fuyuki asked, "How did you come to Earth?" It sounded like he wanted a story.

"Space ship." Keroro responded.

"And you came to invade us? But you gave up, because you're my pet now." Fuyuki reaffirmed.

Keroro swallowed and nodded.

"How many of you are there?" Fuyuki asked a more informative question.

For some reason Keroro didn't want to answer. If any of them got away I want to give them a chance to escape. Kululu can probably make a space ship. Maybe he's got the rest of them and they've gone home. Giroro would get him a rescue team if that was the case. "Just me." Keroro lied.

Fuyuki frowned and flipped through his magazine.

"M-master Fuyuki..." Keroro stuttered, "Are...Are we friends?" He wanted to be friends. It would make him feel happy. Safe.

Fuyuki sat up. "We have a story here on earth. It's called a boy and his dinosaur. A boy finds a dinosaur and tries to keep it as his pet, despite how troublesome it is and problematic. It's a big creature that breaks a lot of stuff and is a danger to society. The boy loves his dinosaur and the dinosaur loves him. They're about as good friends as a master and his pet can be. I think that about sums up our relationship."

Keroro wondered if that was good. So...I'm the dinosaur? Keroro wondered. If that was the best he was going to get with Fuyuki, he had to be happy with that. Satisfied.

Fuyuki tapped on the Keroball, trying to figure it out. He liked it, but he quickly grew bored with it. He glanced at Keroro. "So why did you have to be sent here? Did your parents abandon you?" He knew very little about keronian biology and assumed Keroro was a young child.

"What? No! I earned my position as a sergeant." Keroro frowned

"I'm sorry that your parents aren't taking care of you. I can understand. My mom chose not to take care of me either." Fuyuki's voice was sad. Keroro hadn't ever seen him expressing such sadness.

"Why would you think my parents abandoned me?" Keroro asked.

"Does your species not have parents?" Fuyuki asked curiously, "I mean I just assumed since you're a child."

Keroro looked very insulted. "I am an adult! Don't I look mature? Why would you think I was a child!"

Fuyuki stood up, his eyes wide. Keroro wasn't a child? So he had been nice to him for nothing! Fuyuki's face filled with rage but Keroro couldn't tell. Fuyuki picked up Keroro.

"...M-master Fuyuki?" Keroro asked.

Fuyuki started walking away, with Keroro in his arms.

"I've been taking care of you! And you're telling me you're a fully functioning adult?" Fuyuki seethed in rage. "I bet your species was made to be cute to lure in stronger species to take care of you."

Keroro squirmed desperately when he realized where Fuyuki was taking him- the basement. "No! No not there!" He cried desperately.

"You're not some cute puppy. You tricked me." Fuyuki growled irritated, "I already have one specimen, a Viper. I wonder what a gene spliced monster between you would look. Which of you will survive the process?"

Keroro cried and screamed as Fuyuki kept a tight grip on him. He quickly opened the door to the basement and threw Keroro in. Keroro landed on the floor and tried to run back, but Fuyuki slammed the door shut.

"Think about what you did, you liar!" Fuyuki screamed, "I'll be there in the morning to gene splice you!"

Keroro could see a weak looking Viper huddled in the corner.

"No! Please!" He pounded on the door. "Please!" He begged, "I...I might not be a cute puppy like you wanted, but I have a will, a personality! And I can be a cute puppy if you need me to." Keroro was desperate. He would beg for his life if needed.

He could hear that Fuyuki was listening. Fuyuki was still there.

Keroro was crying and wailing loudly. "I'm not down-right evil! I'm good! And I want to be your friend, Fuyuki!" He hoped that maybe that would appeal to the boy. That he couldn't hurt him and he was his slave if only Fuyuki wouldn't hurt him. "Vipers are evil! Not me! I'm just a sweet little Keronian. Don't frankenstein me." Keroro begged. He didn't want to stop being him. His body was the last thing he had left.

He didn't want his hands, his face, his mind to disappear. He would not have any hope of returning if that happened.

"Aliens and humans can't be friends." Fuyuki said coldly. Keroro could hear Fuyuki turn away from the door.

The Viper stood up from his position huddling in the corner. Keroro could see a glint on his pistol on his hand. The Viper had repaired it with the things there.

"Finally...I can kill you!" The Viper blasted the door open.

Fuyuki was weak and the door fell on top of him.

Keroro huddled in the corner watching the Viper laugh.

I shouldn't stop him. Keroro realized. I could finally be free if the Viper kills Fuyuki. He knew that wouldn't help him in the long term though.

This planet had a world of enemies. People all over were like Fuyuki. He needed allies. If I can get Fuyuki to acknowledge me as a friend I can be safe. I'll survive. Keroro realized, trying to keep himself focused on the main goal- survival.

He was a leader for a reason. He could keep himself remembering the important things. So instead of letting the Viper boast and target Fuyuki, Keroro jumped onto the Viper's back, gripping on the side's of it's cobra like head.

"Don't you dare hurt my friend, Master Fuyuki!" Keroro put on a show, putting a hand over the viper's eyes.

"Get off me Keronian! He imprisoned you too! We'll die if I don't kill him!" The viper begged.

"No! I won't let you hurt him!" Keroro yelled.

Fuyuki struggled free from the broken door and pulled out his gun. Because of the Viper's large size he was able to shoot him.

Bang!

The gun fired and shot the Viper, and the Viper fell. Fuyuki would have died if Keroro hadn't come defended him.

Keroro jumped off desperately before he was crushed by the Viper's body. He fell on the ground and struggled to get up as Fuyuki glanced at him, the gun still in his hand.

"I need to get a better door." Fuyuki said to himself and looked at Keroro, "...I would have died if not for you."

"Y-yeah...So...You won't gene splice me, right? It's okay that I'm an adult. We can be friends, right?" Keroro said desperately.

Fuyuki reached out his hand. Keroro winced and closed his eyes, awaiting a slap or some other sort of thing. Instead he got a pat on the head.

"You can be my primary pet again, sarge. I forgive you. It seems you will come in handy." Fuyuki tossed the Kero ball up and down.

"Can I have that back?" Keroro pleaded.

"Nah, I'm going to give it to Dad. If you had this you might be able to escape. But you...You are here forever." He told Keroro.

Keroro knew better than to gulp in fear. Fuyuki could hear that.

He wondered to himself if he had made the right decision. Living is always the right choice. He reminded himself. And he had assured that he could live another day.

Fuyuki could be his master and he could be Fuyuki's pet. It might not be as bad as what everyone else was dealing with right now.

Keroro could be happy with his life. It had gundam models. And he would live. He pushed away the doubt.

This was his life now. And nothing else mattered. Fuyuki...Would always be his master.

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