-Bloo-,
Xenomorph,
16 years ago
Bloo stops at the tree top and waits. Clever hiding spot he thinks, until he realizes a bad truth: he's nowhere near anyone who would have the skull.
Or so he thinks.
Aggressively gnawing his foot while devising a plan, he hears music and feet gently tapping at the concrete paving underneath his happy place. The blue xenomorph waves at the unclear dancer of the night. Or day, he couldn't tell, he didn't have eyes.
Or did he?
Bloo slithers down to the trunk of the tree, cautiously avoiding the situation of breaking a branch and being found out. His mouth wide open and inner jaw producing a slow-paced clicking sound, Bloo paused to glance at this new adversary, turning his head while up-side down.
Closer...
First, there was nothing.
Then, there were Aliens!
In a split-second, the Alien launched itself from the side of the tree and dived for the shadow in the dark. Or daylight. They ruffled, exchanging heavy blows. What a furry one. Leaves, almost. Almost seemed like it was a -
"Why are you beating the crap out of that bush?" a voice said.
Bloo turned his head and spew out a leaf. "What am I doing? What are you doing with that skull?"
Bloo took the skull and threw it to the nearest trash can. Unfortunately he had the worst aim in the world and it bounced off, further hitting FireHunter in the head and knocking him out. Bloo thought that he may as well take it.
My skull. FireHunter out for one.