*totally wasn’t rereading old daily stories for art ideas, nope not me*
You’ve got a few titles for the horror movies, books, tv shows and assorted media starring humans before proper first contact was made scattered in the daily drabbles, may we see one?
[AN: Of course I’m not going to write the whole thing]
They thought they were safe inside the base. But then, they thought that sprinkling their crops with capsaicin would stop the monsters eating them.
T'tuk strapped a night-vision monocle to her face. Crept up to a window and checked outside.
The human was already there. Staring right back and eating one of the crops they had hosed with capsaicin with no apparent ill effects. Its eyes were dark. That meant that it could see her.
It was looking right at her.
“Hello, pretty,” it said.
Naturally, T'tuk freaked out and tried to hide in the darkness. Her claws tapped anxiously on the wall behind her.
The door handle wobbled. Rattled. Began to move…
T'tuk held her hands over her mouth and tried to remain still and quiet despite the fear shaking her entire body.
The door rolled open enough for the human to struggle through. Which it did. It didn’t appear to notice the multiple wounds that should have killed it a long time ago. It definitely didn’t notice the broken limb that it had simply tied sticks to so it could keep moving.
“Come out, pretty-pretty-pretty…” it leered.
T'tuk whimpered.
“I heeeeeaaaaarrrr yoooooouu…”
Then Blez came out of nowhere with a directed beam of light and a puff of capsaicin powder to the creature’s eyes. “Run, T'tuk! RUN!”
They were fast running out of places to run to and hide in.
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