Porridge & Chips
“What a funny sight,” thought Cheko, as she watched the flesh-sacks in white blankets scramble around her temporary shelter. Flashing lights, random noises and voices of mortal nature.
Pure and blissful innocence.
Normally Cheko would just leave – she can’t be bothered with the confused rummaging of one-dimensional beings, but this time she decided to humour them. Never was she the one to pass up an opportunity of reverse studying; even if that studying was merely a source of short entertainment.
Not that it mattered. Ever since Cheko saw the light of day, she wandered the earth in search of the delicious flavors of Chef Boyardee or some Teriyaki with a hint of soy sauce. The Life’s juice.
The fleshy robed mortals let out amusing noises every time Cheko contorted her body in unnatural ways. Sometimes she was long and thin, fat and small, tiny like a raccoon or just filling out her glass cubicle by blowing herself up in proportions. Under intense heat she’d even become gassy hovering around the room, only to drip down on the floor and slithering around like liquid mercury.
In exchange for these simple feats, Cheko was fed porridge. This was unacceptable. Porridge is the elder god's food, so she quickly threw it at the human’s faces – demanding Spaghetti. But alas, they did not understand her cravings. So on one faithful day, she decided to leave the installation behind.
By turning into a Gas she invaded the nostrils of one of the meat-bags that was trying to feed her porridge and took over his body. With her new host penetrating all the exits, letting herself out in the process, she couldn’t wait for the fresh scent of tomato soup obtained from the next vending machine.
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Cheko’s knowledge of arthropodic communication was rather limited, so she knew the words for some things, but not for others. Learning the humanoid languages is pointless, when one can interpret brain-waves.
3 Days later
Humans are very strange creatures. At night they make the weirdest of trade deals. A silver piece of metal emitting smaller pieces of metal in exchange for a soft animal with likewise metal teeth hanging around human shoulders. These deals never go through as the animal changes hands, but never the silver piece of metal.
Cheko makes it a point to never intervene, it is a bother – and Grandpa always said: “Interfering in the business of mortals never achieves anything.”
Today the deal was different though. No animal was to be exchanged, only horrible screams, that hurt Cheko’s ears, were paid. Unacceptable.
In order to calm down she got herself her favorite Chips from a vending machine nearby and casually approached the scene.
“Hey,” Cheko uttered in a quiet voice,” please keep it down, your noise is uncomfortable.”
What happened next was severely uncalled for. She found her bag of chips taken from her and smashed to the floor, spreading the contents all over the dirty and wet pavement.
Many things Cheko could take without even saying a word, but this act of monstrous indignity went against her nature, so she retaliated.
She helped herself to twisting her arms into long tentacles and grabbed the culprit which had caused her to lament the loss of her fried potatoes and smashed him to the floor, spreading his insides all over the before-mentioned floor. Instead of crumbled up chips, his insides were more gooey in nature and not appetizing at all.
After having liquidized the vegetable murderer she proceeded to scavenge his remaining clothing for the earth currency she so desperately needed in order to pay for her snacks.
All the while she was pestered by the other human in close proximity. Just for a short moment Cheko looked up. Water was coming out the flesh-bag’s Oculus circles and it was all dirty.
“You should have yourself checked, you are leaking.” suggested Cheko, who immediately went back to collecting the remnants.
Even after preparing to leave, the other earth-born was still there. “It must be under some distress,” Cheko pondered.
“Come,” she said and grabbed one of the mortal’s appendices and led it to a close-by vending machine situated next to a bench.
Surprisingly there was no struggle, which did not surprise Cheko as she knew, that no one could withstand the delicious taste of potato chips, which she drew from the machine and offered to the human.
It was accepted and they both just sat there silently eating chips for about 15 minutes. Although nothing was said, occasionally Cheko noticed piercing and curious looks from the side.
With her bag nearing complete vacation of its contents, Cheko shuffled closer to the other bag of blood next to her and stretched out one arm to touch its shoulder.
“Goodbye,” with an empty but polite smile, she jumped off the bench and just waddled away into the dark of the night. Leaving behind a bewildered and baleful earthborn.