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

Royal Cure

First, he sniffed the ground, revealing his nostrils. We watched his every move as he scampered and pranced across the horse fece scented ground. Beep boop bip boop bip biloliloo... Simon's rapid mouth blabber sound played as he searched and sniffed the ground for the food. Sniff sniff sniff... he began to crawl on the ground like a wild lion. "Should we distract him? It doesn't look like he's sniffing our trail." Oren nodded as I simply asked him. Ding dinginging... the bells chimed echoing throughout the portion of the place where Simon sniffed the ground. As he heard the sound, his head jerked up. His ears twitched and his antennae flickered through the dust his feet kicked up. He trotted like one of Tunner's horses, Bucky, he rode five days ago, only a bit faster, which gave me a bad feeling. My heart beat at a fast swift pace causing me to put my palms on my chest.

I couldn't look, I tried to make a run from the bush oren and I were hiding in, but that would be considered betrayal in alien case. Tears dropped from my face, as I thought about every memory in my childhood I could possibly think about, Video games, Movies, Cake— huh? Oren's tap of his finger on my shoulder woke me up from my gaze. "It's working (Y/N), Simon's about to get a hot take on this." Oren whispered. "I-I'm sorry Oren, I- kinda zoned"—"there's no time for talking little sis, you know why we're doing this." Oren replied as I looked from behind his back. I chuckled a bit as Simon began to take a great big gulp out of the bowl of chocolate veggie soup. Guess what he does next.

His eyes pop out of their sockets, (not literally) he shakes his head, he flaps his hands, then bangs his fists and head against the table. making the scene more chaotic, it was hilarious. That kept simon busy for a while. as oren held our brainwashed step brother to the ground, I held Simon's head with my palm as I firmly placed the crown on his head. The crown stuck onto Simon's head like glue as it began to do its magic. It's yellow gem glowed, indicating that the healing transformation, glowed throughout Simon's body and into his oral cavity. The scenery was so bright that you could barely open you're eyes. When the transformation faded, Simon laid on the ground like a sleepy baby deer laying in a field of grass.

"Huh? W-what happened?" Simon asked as he woke up from his transformation aftermath. "All I remember is.. was when me and Durple hung out to get ice cream, and.. we were both held hostage in some sort of laboratory. And the black man was there." Hmm... Durple, ice cream, laboratory, Black man. I thought about Simon's time when him and his new friend somehow turned abnormal by the time I arrived back to town, only to see that they were celebrating a music festival without me. Black man however, reminded me of one person; Blucifur! He was the one that did this. infact, he did it to Wenda, the purple dragon known as Durple, and our step brother, Simon! "Simon, Blucifur took you and you're friend and held you hostage in his laboratory. That's why you became a monster. It's not a coincidence." I explained. Then, Simon's stomach rumbled as he let out a big burp. He felt the taste of the chocolate veggie soup in his throat, tastebuds and stomach. He gagged, he vomited and coughed. "I've never felt so sick like this before"—Simon spit one last bit of bile from his mouth before he got up on his feet—"but boy did that stuff taste gross? I think I almost threw up my stomach. anyway, I'm glad to be back again." We all hugged into a Royal triple embrace. Simon began to silently cry as he nuzzled into my neck.

"Should we make up a promise?" Simon asked as we broke the embrace. "Always love one another, is that a good one?" Oren asked as he came up with a good promise. "Be nice to one another?" I asked. "How about, always heal the wounded?" Simon asked as he came up with an idea of his own. I thought up of another one for a moment. but, the words weakness and protection came to mind. What makes us week; Losing friends? Losing a love one? Wounds that are skin deep? Sadness?
How about protection; My siblings, My family, My friends, what about my boyfriend, Tunner?
The protective beings protect the week, but when the protective one falls, another grows. The message said inside my head. Losing you're friends is not weakness, it's wisdom. Another message played one after another. The tougher I searched for a message for my promise, the more zoned out I got. Until...

once the week learns to become a hero, they learn to face fears in order to save lives.
Sometimes losing a love one or friend makes us feel weak, but once we let it go, we feel the strength of god.
Once we learn to stick together, we learn to protect with our hearts.
"Simon, Oren, I think I have an idea." The bros looked at my with confusion, but didn't budge to interrupt my promise. "If we stick together, we mustn't feel week. But once we have each other, we feel the strength of god, our holy father, protecting us.
We must always protect one another. Which means, we were brought here, to protect this earth." Simon's eyes glittered with satisfaction at my promise. "What an awesome promise, I wonder how oren rates it." Simon asked as oren winked. "Brilliant, (Y/N)." Said oren. "Right. sense we have eachother, we need to get this mission done together. We must stay brave and help eachother in order to stop blucifur and his evil deed. Do you promise we stick together?" "You bet yah (Y/N), I've been you're step brother ever sense you were apart of the family." Simon replied. "Promise. Let's just hope it works." Oren replied.