I couldn't move.
The sight before me held me speechless, I couldn't really process it at first. The entire thing was just too bizarre.
It looked... like a cross between a slug, a frog, and one of those creepy fish with a glowing lure and long thin teeth, It looked like its jaws were about ad powerful as an Alligators'. Tiny flat black marbles seemed to peer as me from long stalks that split from a neck of sorts.
Slightly off to the side, floated a tiny round machine, with blinking lights and what looked like a thin green liquid-filled membrane surrounding it.
After what seemed like hours, it began to move. It slowly slipped across the cold grass and weeds, moving not unlike the slug it resembled.
I wanted to run. I wanted to turn and disappear into the surrounding trees surrounding us. I only wanted to take a walk through the almost autumn air, smell the rich smell of the warm leaves on this pleasantly humid summer night.
The last thing I'd expected was this.
As it slowly made its way toward me, I could see something pale against the darkened grass. They seemed to glow with the light of the waxing moon, the contrast with the navy created a fairly lovely effect. Twisting delicately on a breeze that wasn't there, the thin tentacle-like extremities extended from tiny pores near the earth and reached vaguely in my direction.
In the back of my mind, in a corner of my consciousness, I think I knew what they were before it showed me.
There was something oddly pleasing about the way those tentacles slipped over my skin. As they passed each small patch of skin, somehow feeling for a hold, something to search or examine, they left a thin mucous, colored a faint blue-ish white. They were warm, pleasant and gentle, and whatever it was seemed to be simply curious as to my physiology.
I was curious myself as one of the thin white ribbons found its way to my ear, poking gently at the skin lining the inside. Not long after, another found its way into the other ear, and another found my nose. When one found my lips I got a little self-conscious, but I opened my mouth slowly.
There really is no way to accurately describe the taste. A combination of a sweet fig... a bitter tree branch and a metallic tang like blood. Quite fascinating to say the least.
Slowly, the extremity in my mouth poked at my tongue, tickling oddly and curiously until it found my soft pallet. This tickled like crazy, and created an infuriating itchy sensation as it slipped over the skin
I giggled, I couldn't help it.
The giggled apparently confused it, and it pulled away quickly, its posture shifting slightly, Instantly, I stilled and became quiet, hoping it would not leave. It didn't.
Hesitantly, it extended its tentacles again, but this time it seemed to have a more solid purpose. The ribbons found the spots they had before, and somehow latched onto my skin. I only then became a little scared, but as long as it stayed gentle, I did nothing.
The sensation started as a faint hum, a buzzing hum at the base of my skull. Slowly, it became louder, louder and even louder, but I couldn't understand it. It was like the static between radio stations. Plenty could be heard, nothing could be understood. I could vaguely make out the ghost of a recognizable, if not exactly human voice.
What came next was a flood of just barely discernible emotions and concepts. there was too much, so much information when i could only process a small amount at a time. I could feel my mind reeling, overloading with the sheer weight of so much information at once. But the strange part was, it was almost all familiar, but there were a few pieces that made no sense.
After mere seconds, I collapsed, my mind aching and screaming at whatever this creature was to stop, or slow down. I'm not sure if any sound left my lips, but my throat was sore.
Suddenly, it all stopped. I was still aware of the other being, but only a vague sensation being watched was my only indication. It was hard to breathe.
When I could finally looked up, I realized that whatever it was seemed to be vibrating. I could see its darkened shape was slightly fuzzy.
As I watched, my attention was pulled to the floating machine I had noticed earlier. The lights were blinking faster now, and I watched it emit a pulsing green aura. The membrane surrounding it pulsed as well, but as I watched it seemed to sag and drip. And form.
When the motion was finally stopped, in front of me stood the most perfect blonde I had ever had very bouncy golden hair with a hundred different highlights in reds and browns. Her skin was the perfect bronze tan, and her eyes the most amazing blue. She looked mike a supermodel, a real life beach goddess.
For a moment, I was too stunned to speak. I had no idea what to say. But I wouldn't have needed to. The information suddenly became clear as my brain rearranged and wrapped itself around what it was been shown: Whatever was standing in front of me, needed something.
It opened its mouth, and croaked out a single, broken word. What I heard sounded like a very coarse, very crude mechanized attempt at imitating a human female voice. But I understood very well what it said.
"Help,"
It needed help, needed me to find something important to it. Something vital. Companionship.
I did the only thing I could think of to do. I nodded.