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

As Tunner leashed his bay stallion horse, Gaston, behind a horse carriage, fawn moved some of my luckage inside the carriage as she whistled a few toons like how Tunner usually does. I laid against the wall of the inside of the carriage and watched the people outside complain about me as if I was a threat to the town. I'm just glad those people aren't a little too far from yonder because aliens of my kind, have good hearing; they can hear distant sounds that are about twenty feet away from them. But I didn't dare to bother them, it was none of my business and it could be risky because I might get evicted. I hopped outside the carriage to breath some fresh air for to calm my nerves. Despite the gossiping, I needed a moment to let the good moment of fawn's singing to sink in. I then took a moment to say a prayer, remembering tunner's advice about praying to the heavenly king. "My father and holy creator, please help me get over the worries of people getting killed and help me to save those people by making an aircraft and weapon that will stop this evil being from killing everyone. I don't want to see my family and new friends die. In Jesus's name, amen." After I silently prayed, I hummed the song fawn sang to me earlier as I streched my arms and swank my arms in the western wind. "Hey!" Bang* "whoops—uh oh." I flinched at the sound of a gunshot, did Tunner shoot somebody by accident? Or did something threaten him.

"Tunner? Is everything okay—" my gaze was focused on a flower pot that got shattered to the floor. Tunner was shocked at how he accidentally shot a plant, but in his perspective it felt like he did it on purpose. An elegant green women with what looked to be a dark green wig full of pink petunias, stood calmly with a concerned look. "I'm sorry about my gun ma'am, I wasn't expecting you to be there." Tunner sighed after he finished his apology and put his revolver back into his belt. He sat on the back of the carriage, guilty for his actions. "It's okay babe, that was a dying plant. I didn't have enough gold to give it water, anyway." Said the women as she walked over to a trashcan and threw the dead plant away. Her simple yet elegant emerald green gown swayed in the wind as she walked towards us. She sat next to Tunner and patted his back to cheer him up, I couldn't help but feel bad for both the lady and Tunner.

"Vinny, hey!" Fawn said as she approached the women and shook her hand. "How's my busy gal doin' with the plants?" She asked the women she called, Vinny. The women sighed. "Not good fawnie, the summer heat has been affecting my plants lately and I'm trying my best to get them some water in order to keep them alive. My florist business has been going downhill ever sense this hot summer season. I've been trying to get some new tropical plants like, ylang ylang and hibiscus because my famous petunias, pansies, and poppies are going out of date. I've tried my best to keep them hydrated." I raised a hand to ask the women a question. "Doesn't you're building have a bathroom sink like the rest of the places around here?" I asked, the women shook her head. "No darling, not anymore. My sink has been clogged by strange weeds and moss two weeks ago and I'm trying to hire a professional to fix it." The women then looked up and recognized my face a bit surprised at my appearance.

"Wait, you're the one who saved the town and our sheriff from an outlaw, how astonishing! I'm vineria, nice to meet you." The women named vineria, greeted me by giving me a handshake. The towns people nearby ignored the women and gossiped some more. "Say, sense you're an alien, do you think you can help me fix my sink?" Sense I was an alien, I did take sink fixing lessons advice from the school janitor before, but I didn't have the right tools to fix it. "Hmm.. I have took lessons before, but the tools I need in order to fix the sink, is a wrench, a sponge, and steel wool. The towns water is attached to a water facility which goes inside a water tank. Is you're water disabled vineria?" The women shook her head no. "It's not disabled (Y/N), my sink pipes are fine, it's just this strange moss. I don't even know how to fix the sink, it's too difficult." I thought about the meeting with clukr and garnold. Do they have the right tools in order to fix vineria's sink? I then gave her a reassuring smile and tilted my head to my right. "Vineria, I have a plan. I'll ask garnold and cluck for advice, okay?"