Peepers’ POV: This guy’s ship was both terrifying and impressive. Hater and I were in a room full of weapons, and it’d be lying to say I wasn’t jealous of how many great ones there were. “This guy's not so cool.” Hater pouted. “Oh, he's the real deal, sir. This is one serious arsenal. Ooh! Level 5 mega-lasers?!” I marveled. “Whatever.” Hater scoffed. “Nova-combusters?! I didn't even think those existed!” This guy seriously had EVERYTHING. “Big deal. I could have that, I just don't want to.” Said Hater. No, he couldn’t, because this guy obviously had the only ones in the universe. He must’ve created them himself! “And THAT! I-I don't know what... that is, but-“ I looked up at a positively MASSIVE three legged robot. Hater yelled in frustration. “IT'S SUPER COOL! THAT'S WHAT IT IS! I can't wait to put this guy in his place! First, he steals my stolen planet, then he has the nerve to have stuff that I want! Why don't we have awesome stuff like this?! This is your fault, isn't it?!” What?! He thought it was MY fault? I don’t control what we get on the skullship! He does! Of course he was blaming me. He doesn’t want to be held accountable for his actions. “We could've had all this, but someone needed a hot tub, and an arcade, and an entire research team to develop new barbecue sauces for the food court! A FOOD COURT, BY THE WAY, WE BUILT INSTEAD OF AN ATOM SMASHER, WHICH THIS GUY ALSO HAS!!” I exclaimed. Hater was really mad now. “Well, I SHOULD HAVE ALL THAT AND MORE! For I am Lord Hater, the greatest in the-“ “Twenty...ninth... greatest!” I said. Hater screamed, then kicked a leg off the massive robot. “NOT SO GREAT NOW, ARE YOU, HUH?!” He began dancing. Suddenly, the robot stood up and regenerated a new leg. “Ah! So cool!” Hater yelled. That certainly wasn’t what I was thinking. The robot targeted us, and shot a blast of burning hot magma at us. Luckily, we managed to escape. We… ran away screaming. Y/N’s POV: The robots threw us into a cell, fruit basket and all. I think I banged my funny bone. Ouch. “Hey, that was thoughtfully arranged! Do you have any idea how hard it is to balance bananas?” Wander shouted at the robots, about his now wrecked fruit basket. Sylvia attempted to break the bars, but they just kept solidifying until it formed a solid wall. “Wander, I know you don't wanna hear this, but these guys are trouble.” Sylvia warned. “Maybe you're right.” Sighed Wander. “No, they're not friendly, they're-- what? Wait, what?” Asked Sylvia. Honestly, I was equally as confused. “I don't want to jump to conclusions, but I'm starting to feel not very welcomed here.” Said Wander. “Tell me about it.” Sylvia and I said at the same time. “Maybe this enemy is just an enemy.” Wander laid down on the ground, not even bothering to reassemble his fruit basket. Good grop, is he really giving up that quickly? No, no, he can’t be. Not Wander. “I'm sorry, buddy. I know you always want to see the best in people, but sometimes, there's nothin' there to see. Either way, these walls ain't budging. We're not goin' anywhere.” Sylvia said. “Heh. You'd almost think they wanted us to stay...” Wander started perking up. “Maybe this is how they show hospitality where they're from! Maybe this is all some kooky mix-up that we'll all laugh about later over ripe cantaloupe!” “Maybe one of us has a hard time dealing with rejection.” Sylvia muttered. I looked into my bag at Tabitha. “Tabitha, please, if you’re in there… help us get out of here. Please…” no response. Of course there was no response. I don’t know what I was expecting. “Welcome party back on track!” I heard Wander say. I took out my metal covered baseball bat and tried to crack a hole in the wall, but it barely made a dent. Suddenly, Hater and Peepers ran right into the wall and broke it! And they were being chased by a MASSIVE robot! “We gotta get out of here!” I screamed, running out of the now broken wall, followed by the other four.
Sylvia still had her handcuffs on, and repeatedly tried to break out of them, to no avail. While this was happening, a trapdoor opened under us, and we fell into what looked like a control room. A villain in black, skeleton-themed armour was sitting at the control panel, pressing buttons. “No.. no… no…” Sylvia gasped. “I'm really sorry, Syl, but just I gotta try. I know this seems bananas, and I must be plum outta my melon, but I don't pear! The way I fig-ure, even the rottenest apple still has a sweet spot at its core. KUMQUAT!!” Wander shouted, making his way towards the villain. All those fruit puns were unnecessary. “Wander, he's gonna destroy you!” I shouted, hoping to deter him from doing anything we’d all regret later. “Sorry, Y/N, I gotta try. Hello to you. Folks call me Wander, and this is Sylvia. Welcome to the galaxy. We hope you will accept our humble gift of friendship. Uh. Perhaps I was a bit too formal.” Wander climbed up onto the villain’s shoulder. “Hello. Hi. How's it goin'? Hey. Hey, hey, hey. Hey. Helloooooooo! Nope. Less formal, less formal. 'Sup? Saaalutations! Hello! Howdy! Knock-knock. Who's there? It's me! Hello. Beep-boop, we come in peace. Buddy! You narfin' frood! I love the place! Fruit basket!” Wander began angrily throwing fruit at the villain’s armour. “This is for you! And that! And that! And that! I'm so sorry. No!” Wander crossed his arms. “Sylvia, I don't think our new friend is very friendly.” “You think?!” Both of us said at the same time. “I think this calls for the big guns...” Wander pulled out his banjo. “Wander, no, you can’t!” I exclaimed. “Hello, it's nice to meet ya, We brought somethin' to feed ya, Some berries and bananas, All stacked in order and-“ sang Wander. “WANDER!” Sylvia screamed. “And I hope... we can be... friends.” Wander sang, sadly. Oh no. Nothing’s worse than a sad Wander.
