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

Royal Cure

"Mr. Lime," she began to speak. I looked at her with a frazzled gaze but stayed calm. "I had to reassemble you're body in order to save you." I nodded in agreement but didn't try to talk. I began to sit up but she put a hand over my chest. "No, no no no.. do not try to sit up. Please lay back down and remain calm, okay?" I nodded again to let her know I heard her. As I looked to my right, tunner's body was being lied on a bed made out of stone bricks that resembled an alter. Giraffe creatures pored snow flakes on the body to keep the body cool from drying in the sun. Many other animals pored flower petals and placed down flower bouquets over the alter, as a meaning of how much they supported him of being a sheriff. Mourning tears of crying children and families could be heard from nearby. I sighed. It broke my heart to see such a scene of a beloved hero on an alter.

I did manage to say one word to get the prickly beauty's attention. "N-A-M-E. Name?" I tried to say it in alphabetical order to make her understand me but to my surprise she nodded. "The name is Koki. I am one of the few nurses of this tribe who helps the wounded victims. I also help the soldiers fight off enemies who plan to harm this town." I nodded as a sign that I was saying yes. Boom.. boom.. boom.. I panicked at the sounds of heavy footsteps as my mood began to tense. "Whoa whoa, Mr. Lime, Easy. This is our chief." A giant owl with a giant wig of feathers and a furious expression stomped into view. His glowing yellow eyes showed feelings of anger and fury. "I have seen more reports of people dying in the town then the average species in nature." The deep voice boomed, startling a bunch of squirrels eating acorns. "What happened chief?" Koki asked the gigantic monstrousity, he sighed. "Koki, I would recommend not to interrupt my speech. I am here to inform that there are three hostile entities and many mechanical enemies after us." The animals gasped in shock at the chief's explanation. "Does that mean we're not gonna have food to eat?" One zebra creature said as she raised her hand. "If they have a negative substance that corrupts the earth, I am afraid that might be a yes." The chief explained seriously. "But how are we going to live!?" One little mouse creature squeaked. I hated arguments, my body started to tense once more as the animals complained about how life on this planet would go without food.

I tried to cover my ears, but the pain from my jaw got the better of me. "Don't worry Mr. Lime, sometimes politicians scare people. I myself don't believe the things our chief says to be true, but sometimes he just has to report somethings he saw on his own. That's why people are scared of him." Koki then moved on to stitch my torso with the same needle that made me wince in pain. "Gavin! Shake more flakes on the body, it's too warm!" The chief boomed causing me flinch. "Poor Tunner." I thought to myself. "Yes sir." "Ooh, hoo hoo-who's this?" I yelped at the chief, his face expression formed a smile instead of a frown. "Ha-hey.." I slightly raised my hand. "I'm.. oxie, sh-she calls me lime and.. I'm a scientist." I slightly shuttered because of how scary and tall he was. "Ah, a scientist from the town of WestWind haven. Interesting. Do you have any theories about trees?" The owl asked me. "Well, I know they give us oxygen to breath and provide us with wood to build houses." I explained. "Nice one Mr. lime Sir." People clapped for me about a fact I said about trees. Maybe living with a Native American tribe was never that bad after all. Although, I made a new friend named koki.

Reader's/Viewer's/(Y/N)'s POV:
This felt like an hour or two to make, we set up the trap in front of the courthouse to make things more dramatic. We set up tiny bells on a stand post with small rope in order to trigger the bells. The bowl was well set up on a tiny table with a picnic style table cloth along with a vase that came with a miniature sun flower. "Alright, the bells are well set up on the stand and our gross soup is ready. Let's just hope it works." "Don't worry oren, this was my idea. Simon hates gross foods, even if chocolate is added to the mix." I explained to oren. We activated one of Simon's favorite action figures to distract him from wherever he went and hid in a bush. "Quick, here he comes!" Oren whispered as Simon's little beeping sounds faded in.