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

Fawn's POV:
It was 3:56 PM in the day time. Black clouds with realistically human eyes, stared into the distance or at unknown entities that survived the climax. but no matter what time it was, the sky was never blue. The sky still stayed with this eerie red hue over our heads as it loomed the skies throughout the world. I was still truly devastated about the moment my past bully, wenda, shot my papa with his own gun. Our feet and legs were sour from walking across thorns, twigs and other natural things that can be harmful to you're skin. We were in a terrible condition. My armpits fumed a gross odor smell, A fat american dog tick sucked on my arm, causing me to scratch and pick at it. Gray swatted at a blood thirty mosquito, flying around his shady ears. Brud's exposed wound in his head had little maggots hungry for his flesh as they scattered over his skull, eating at his half chomped head.

I put two sharp claws over the fat tick's head to make it stop sucking on my blood, as the thing stopped sucking at my skin, it came off successfully as I poked one hole into the ticks digestive sack. That gave me a sense of peace for a while as I looked over at my two remaining crew members to see if they were in the same condition as me. "Hey brud, how are you feelin'?" I asked brud as he shrugged. "I'm good? Hehe.." brud replied acting as if nothing happened to him. Gray slapped at the flying mosquitos surrounding his skin like a mad man who couldn't control himself. "You need some bug spray, gravy?" "I'm fine boss. It's just—Can we just blame nature for giving us all those horrible pokes, stabs and,"—I put a finger on gray's lips to stop him from yelling. "Complaints won't do anything gray. besides, we are only doing this to find another safe place to camp." I explained. "Then where is the stupid camp!? I don't see it! We've been traveling without shoes for five minutes. Tunner's dead, Owackx, our brainiac is dead, and here we are! No where to go, No sheriff, No scientist, No baby bear. Just one brown dummy getting gnawed by worms, and two cowards left! Nomatter who's dead right now, we will never see them again! There gone, they are literally ghosts taunting us for not helping them!" Gray argued back as brud gaped at his comment about him being the brown dummy.

"Gray, argue with me all you want. I am trying my best to find us a good place to camp. But to make things worse, you talked about ghosts taunting people. they never do that to anybody! Not even their love ones!" I corrected gray but that only made things worse as gray had the urge to argue back. "Guys?" Brud broke into the conversation, his curiosity getting the better of him. "Ugh! What is it Brudiddy Brud!?" Gray snapped at Brud, making him uncomfortable. Brud pointed at what looked to be a space ship hovering across the sky. The UFO scanned the area we stood on for about three seconds before unducting a familiar invisible figure into whatever they're doing with them. I somehow recognized the four ears hanging from both it's sides as the scanner trased the lines of it from top to bottom. It was my papa, Tunner. A UFO, somehow kidnapped my dad when he was in the form of a guardian Angel! What kind of a sick person would do this to one of gods angels? If (Y/N) was here, how could she react!? "Quick! This way." A familiar voice echoed in the jungle. We all followed the familiar figure that I've recognized. He was a person I've been with sense my childhood. He wore a blue cloak, one gold crucifix on his necklace and a darkened expression. It was Jevin. What is going to do with us?

Queen Aura's POV:
"Felix, abduct this poltergeist. They know what they're doing with my daughter. Activate tube void so the ghost can't escape." My husband, doolan, commanded one of our royal soldiers. As the scanner traced every line on the creature's features, it had four furry sideburns that resembled airs. That's all They could describe of this earthly being. The description read every detail of the creature as it absorbed it into the giant tube in the middle of our space craft. The creature's name sounded like the name, Gunner, but with a T in the beginning. His occupation was being a sheriff in a town called WestWind Haven. the worst thing in about him, in doolan's case, he had a rare case of a smoking addiction.