So. It turns out that checking out distress beacons isn't always a good idea. I was a little low on gas. It was day five. I was incredibly bored, and I figured it wouldn't hurt to give someone a hand. (Plus I also really really really wanted to meet an alien) So I angled my pod towards the silver deck of a cold dark ship that was emitting the shrill distress beeps, and pulled on my oxygen mask.

Well, the things on the ship weren't in distress.

After I got over the shock of seeing an actual alien-

I realized that I was, in fact, being shot at.

I may have panicked and ran in a random direction into the body of the craft. And got instantly lost. Ouch. This sounds bad. Thankfully, luck was on my side, and I managed to avoid the whizzing bullets. While I gracefully, of course, ran for my life, I approached a large silver button in a corridor. As soon as I got close to it, the aliens started letting out this fearful sounding cry. Like, they were holding each other, and shrieking, and I figured out pretty quickly that that button meant something really bad was going to happen. I thought about pressing it… But I didn't know what it would do. So, I stood there threateningly, with my hand close to it. And that's how I got into this position.

It's been almost five minutes. I'm shaking. This is pretty damn stressful. My eyebrows are probably knitted tight enough to be unibrow, and the button is almost dripping from my sweaty hands. I really fucked this up, but I know what I have to do. The things are actually terrified of me, but several still have their metallic guns trained on my head. The small red one next to me looks up. If it shot at me I would honestly probably fall before I could hit the button, as it's placed a couple inches above my head. Despite that, it doesn't seem to be able to pull the trigger. A universal, yet indescribable thought passes between us… And- the human proves more ruthless.

Am I just braver?

Or am I more desperate?

What if- I'm the bad guy?

I can't meet his-it's eyes. For Dipper.

Three.

Two.

One.

The thought of my best friend shuts my worried conscious completely off, and I force my hand to hit that dreaded button. A second later I look to the red one and my stomach clenches.

It worked.

The thing didn't even flinch. I don't know how I know, but it's dead. It's just dead. It's little eyes are cold and ungiving. I wonder if it felt anything? I guess everyone wonders that at some point. Does the world just go black instantly? How does one button suck life out of a whole freakin' battalion of aliens? Why would that button even be there? I gotta shut my eyes.

I breathe for a moment, and tie my tangled hair back out of my face. The corridor is safe now, and with some luck I can get back to the airship deck. I start gingerly stepping over the already cooling bodies of the little alien things and wince at every footfall. I have to put myself first.

Desperate times call for desperate measures… I'm doing what's necessary…? Is this what Dipper would want? Who cares what he would want as long as I get to hold him again? Am I being unneccessarily violent? They might want to kill me as much as.. Well I didn't really want to murder them but… How many families did I just shatter back there? They might not even have families!

"UGH! This is stupid." My voice echoes for a long time.

I slouch down in the dark corner and grip my head.

I guess I know how a murderer's conscience works now.

I'm hungry. I'm tired.

I want a shower.

I can't stop thinking.

I never wanted to kill anyone.

But maybe it doesn't matter what I want. An old maxim echoes in my mind.

The ends justify the means.

Wait.

I didn't think that. I heard that.

You would be right, my dear. What the fuck. I snap my head over my shoulder with fists already clenched. A tall, broad shouldered man who's outline I can't mistake is standing in the shadows.

Hello Wendy. You do recognize, yes?

"DAD…? W-what?! Am I asleep? What?! I-I-Dad?"

No need to be you alarmed. We are the creatures to be trusted. "I-I- WHAT?! What's going on?! You're not real… You CAN'T be real, the-the distress beacon, but those little ones were the only ones here?! Why-why are you coming CLOSER?! NO! No. no… my head… it hurts, Dad. i'm tired…"

Yes darling. You are….

"E-everything is so dark…"

Silence, child. We are content with Silence.

AUTHOR'S NOTE

Oooof.

I am going to hell.

None of you deserve to wait that long.

Sorry…? Chair thrown at head.

That's… That's fair. If it makes you feel any better, SCHOOL IS OVER WOOHOO ENTIRE SUMMER DEDICATED TO FANDOMS YEEEAH! The next chapter might be from Mabel's POV, let me know how you feel about that. Any and all ideas for this are totally welcome, I am pretty loose with a plot for this, and kind of letting it stew and evolve in my head.

Reviews keep away the bubonic plague! Sorry for mentioning bubonic plague! peace out my dudes!