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

I trotted down the slope of the forest trying my best not to slip, the mud covered trail felt like soaken piece of wool that hadn't been dried in days. Bushes were covered in blood, possibly from wenda's victims. There were even three bodies in one part of the forest with tents similar to the ones we made at our camp ground. Rain began to poor down to the ground, but that was natural. When I arrived at the town, bodies lay scattered all over the trail, blood filled puddles drooped from some roofs and walls to the dirty ground of scattered organs. The place was no longer a safe haven like I've expected. It was a blood bath.
"Hello! anyone alive?" I yelled, my voice echoed throughout the silent town as if I was the only one walking about. My heart thudded in my chest breaking the silence, waiting for an answer. "Nothing." I mused in disappointment. "Where are the survivors?" I sighed and took out the keys from my pocket as I walked over to the sheriff's department. I put the key in the slot of the door and thought of Tunner and the memories we had together. "Aww... just three days with him, why did this have to happen?" I mumbled in disappointment. The thoughts of Tunner, raced through my head as tears drooped from my eyes. But it didn't matter, I had to search for my crowns to heal my two bros from death and manipulation in the hands of blucifur.

The main room and desk was in good shape, the mamo board still hung on the wall, papers lay stacked in a perfect position, and the windows were still intact, despite all the blood outside from Simon, Wenda, and the dragon's victims, How could they possibly throw a stone at a window to distract their victims? I ignored the thought and went upstairs to check tunner's room for the Royal crowns. The room was still in it's cozy glow aesthetic, and everything was still in it's place. Seeing it, again, made me want to cry. But I shook the feeling and searched everywhere. the drawers, the closet, and under the bed. My antennae glowed under the bed to search for my bags but they weren't there. Making sure I didn't forget my days here in the town, I pressed both my index fingers against the sides of my head to see if I could remember what happened to my luggage. Think me... Think! I mused as I forced my brain to search for the memory of whatever happened to my luggage with the crowns in them.

But as I still thought, something hummed from one corner of the room. My antennae flicked straight in curiosity to see whatever is causing the vibrations from nearby, my eyes glittered with wonder. I pulled open a drawer to were the noise was coming from. As I opened my eyes, I was surprised to see what I've found! IT WAS THE CROWNS!!! They were sending vibrations into the wood of the keep safe drawers and they were hidden all along! They were fully polished and untouched, they were never stolen either. But how did I hide them there? Did I forget that I put them their? Or did fawn have the idea to hide them in her dad's private drawer? Once me and fawn meet again, I'm going to ask her that question.

I then searched the kitchen for some food and drinks to take with me just in case I get hungry. Lots of specimens such as humans, aliens and other creatures need nourishment for their bodies. (If I mean by nourishment, I mean by; food and water) I started to remember this funny memory of me frying up eggs for my boyfriend and bros as I looked at the egg carton in the fridge. Memories... I mused. Juice cartons, Check. Food, Check. Now all I need is to find oren.
I sighed, while getting one last look at the kitchen thinking about all the memories I had there, before heading out of the sheriff's department to find Oren.
This earth must be saved, No matter the cost.

I searched places like a town Saloon, Jail, Courthouse and other places for Oren's body. The saloon had many glass shards scattered on the wooden floor, possibly bottles and other glass items that hold liquid. The decorations on the stage were torn apart, But the piano was untouched. But believe it or not, the places I checked had less corpses than on the outside, but I had to stay cautious for threats. That included keeping my eyes and ears open. Tumble weeds rolled passed the street like bowling balls as I walked passed more nearby corpses. I turned my head to the right at the sounds of faint words that made me have a growing feeling of anger. Something is wrong, they are all dead, they are not real, look around you, you can not hide, you are not safe, Run away, Run away, Run run run run... The words from this computer sitting on top of a desk on its own along with a robot beat boxing to the rhythm, made me want to put a piece of tape over it's speakers in order to mute it. It made me... it starts with P but I'm not gonna say it.