Weakness to Protection (Tunner X alien Reader) (A Sprunki Fanfiction)

When fawn and I arrived back to the town and rushed back to the sheriff's office, it was locked. Seriously? Fawn took out a key from her pocket. "I got this, Tunner gave me this key in case if I needed to keep an eye on the place." Fawn explained the second she inserted the key into the keyhole. Kreek* the door was successfully opened, fawn held it for me as I rushed inside the moment she rushed behind me. We rushed upstairs onto the second floor of the apartment and rushed into the master bedroom. My bag was under the master bed, I dragged it out from beneath the bed, and searched for my sketch book, book of weaponry and book of machinery. "What are you trying to search for in that bag?" "I need to design a mechanism that can defeat blucifur and his powers from killing anyone on this planet. And what I mean by that is he could be up to something really catastrophic. Is there anybody that is great at building things and one person that is an engineer?" I asked as fawn slightly nodded exposing a fang as a sign of confusion. "Yes ma'am,  there's this one person named garnold and this one silver man that I call cluck, Like cluck for chicken." "Okay, what do they usually build?" "They built a robot that they named Mr. fun bot and a computer they named Mr. fun computer for some ridiculous reason because they have this feeling of being parental. But it could be just how I'm imagining things. But that's about all they can build." "So they only build mechanical robots, am I correct?" "Atleast that's what they always do is build robots like it's what they do for a living. They can also design some robots usually for resorts and pizzerias." Fawn explained. But I knew whatever those guys built were not gonna be any help whatsoever. The bad thing is; is that the robots some humans built were out of shape and could only explain whatever was inside their heads of Artificial Intelligence.

After scrambling in my bag and searching for the books I needed, the first one I found was machinery. "Battle ships.. battle ships.. battle ships... ahah! Section seven; Battle ships and Transforming mechanics. I need to make the AP-7800. Almighty Powerful Attacker seventy eight thousand." I was now searching for the Book of weaponry, complicated weapons that can only be touched by Polygonian Citizens. Because like I said, If I shared any Information and power from Polygon, I would face royal consequences along with oren and simon and I would never let that happen to me nor fawn. Because if I told her about it, what would obviously happen to her? "Fawn, would you mind looking away from the book please? This is for alien business." "Of course, what would happen if I look at it?" "The—okay, do you remember what I said about my intelligence and alien powers? I have to keep them to myself, oren and simon. If we did tell you about it, you could possibly spread rumors about it, and if that rumor reaches the public domain in the earth's world, everybody will steal that knowledge and they would make their schools learn about it in order to put children and college students in danger. Scientists would also experiment on us in order to do whatever they're doing to us." I explained. A stern expression clear on my face. "Okay. I understand." Fawn sighed. "Now, do the mechanics I've mentioned have any tile of scrap metal I can use in order to make this battle ship? Remember, if they ask what we're making out of this metal, we need to remind them that it is a business secret." Fawn nodded, my brain got to work while I sketched the ship on my sketch book.

Fawn's POV:
I laid on tunner's comfy bed thinking harshly about the situation. one clunk of my hair covered my left eye. Whatever (Y/N) was thinking about was pure insanity as if her mind was hooked to it. One little dust spider crawled across the bedroom ceiling while (Y/N) mumbled to herself. "Think me... think!" She complained. but I was used to spiders despite that all the girls in this town were commonly afraid of getting bit by one. My mind then developed something called anxiety. Was (Y/N) telling the truth? My mind repeated itself. I shuffled and hopped off the bed to open the window for some fresh air. When I looked outside, the clouds were a shade of grayish white with a cotton and thick texture. But that was normal for the summer weather in the wild west. Inviting my friends to see (Y/N), Oren, and Simon was a fun idea, but my excitement faded into a confused and stressed mind as if there was a twister coming to wreck the place. My ears perked up as I heard the hum of an airship that looked similar to a military cargo jet, but the thing was a jet black color, instead of actual wings, the wings of the airship were only giant propellers supporting it. My eyes widened at the sight, my ears drooped. Now I believed (Y/N). I tried not to bother her while she sketched her project on her sketchbook.