Past The Edge of Reason

TV Shows Aliens (by @ZloNoNameSov)

Also they sometimes mind wipe people to kill Straker for the sake of it and for the angst

Finally... The chapter where Alan interacts with Scott for the first time.

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“WHAT THE HELL, ALAN!?” He shrieks, charging down the walkway to the side of the loft’s indoor balcony and closer to the glass sliding doors of the outdoor balcony that sticks out the end of the room. There’s a stark grin to the young character outside who stands on the platform.

The door clicks the open, sliding aside with a low swooshing sound that is over shadowed by Scott’s high pitched verbal bewilderment. “Alan!?” He exclaims as the young brother struts right past him all too gleefully making his way inside the slight warmth of the holiday loft. “What the hell!?”

“Wow, this place is nice!” Dismissing the look of shock on his older brother’s face, Alan beams as he marches in, absorbing the lofted view of the ground floor under him. “What took you so long? I’ve been waiting out here for hours!”

“I- How did you get on my balcony?!” He whirls around to the sliding door and closes it while Alan flops onto the bed behind him.

“I climbed,” Alan innocently answers mid-shuffling over Scott’s blankets.

“You climbed!?” He immediately turns back around to eye Alan. His face becoming yet another mix of additional emotions.

“Well, you weren’t answering the front door!” Grins Alan in response.

“I can't believe this!” Exasperated, Scott raises his hands up in a flailing motion. “And shouldn't you be in bed!? Do your brothers know you're here? How did you get past them?”

“Please, I’m an unemployed nineteen year old billionaire. I can sleep at Four AM if I wanted to, and the only force that can stop me is my exam schedule.”

“You snuck past them.”

“I snuck past them.”

“And nobody saw you?!”

“Dude, you're like- the first person to actually catch me out on this side of the of the island. Ever.” Alan smirks. He leans backwards till his back flops over Scott’s bed, then he pans to admire the sight beyond the grand window. “Nice view, by the way! I can totally see how you would've noticed!”

Scott pinches the bridge of his nose with two index fingers and sighs. “I can’t believe this- you know, you scared the crap out of me!”

“Yeah, you screamed through the walls!”

“Alan!”

“What?”

There’s a moment between the two where they stare at each other, both of their eyes like beams of bright blue light pinging between them, one pair sharper while the other’s more cheerfully wide. If it weren’t for the insulated walls and the double-glazed glass, there could’ve been loud air brisking past them.

Realising the awkwardness of the situation, Scott sighs. “Twerp,” he remarks. Then dismisses the little brother by heading upstairs via the ladder between them. His focus turning away from the tension and towards the original mission.

“Hey! Where are you going?” Confused, Alan lifts his feet off the bed and onto the floor, chasing after him.

“You scared the crap out me you know!?” His voice booms from above. “You couldn’t’ve at least warned me that you were coming?!”

“Hey, you started it with that gift box last week!” Alan shouts back as Scott disappears above the flooring. He climbs the ladder swiftly to not lose sight of the dearly missed brother. “By the way, Dad said you were forced on a holiday, but I didn’t think you were still here-!” He’s cut off from his last word by a hand yoinking him— by the back of his red hoodie’s collar— over the hatch and into the sunroom.

“He didn’t tell you!?” Scott shouts, steadying Alan onto his feet.

“No? He just said you were gone!”

Scott face-palms. “Oh my god.” He turns to the corner of the room with a disappointed sigh. His hand automatically reaching out to the far wall where a matt black hand-crank with a wooden handle rests upon the wall. He places his two hands against the wooden beam of the handle, gripping is firmly before righting himself into position.

Watching curiously, Alan changes the subject. “What are you doing?”

“Closing the thermal blinds.” Scott explains, turning the crank once, twice, again, and again, until he picks up enough momentum to the point where it takes minimal effort to repeatedly turn it. To their side, the large window in the middle of the wall dims from a layer of thick, grey fabric descending from the ceiling. Eventually, there’s enough momentum for Scott to release the handle, it continues on, spinning on it’s own with it’s mechanical whooshing sound filling the negative space like background music. “Twenty sixty-seven technology, am I right?”

“I thought technology required… You know…” His head tilts to watch the thermal curtains descend to the lower floors. “Electricity…”

Scott huffs, strutting close to Alan, making sure to be between him and the ladder. “So, what are you doing here, anyways? Came to just say hi? Didn’t even think to bring me snacks for compensation for scaring me half to death?”

Alan shrugs. “Pretty much,” he admits, “I mean I expected you to be on the other side of the world, not here.”

“John and Kayo knew I was here. So did Brains and Grandma.”

“Oh, of course they did,” Alan snarks in a tone of betrayal. “well they could’ve told someone! I wish I knew about this place earlier!”

“Well now, you do.” Scott glares. “So, what are you doing here? And where are my snacks?”

“Dunno… Just wanted to see you… Wanted to chat.”

“That’s it?”

“That’s it.”

“You… You broke curfew, snuck out of home, trespassed my house… Just to chat?”

Alan shrugs innocently, a smirk growing over his lips.

Scott crosses his arms in disappointment. “And you didn’t even bring me snacks…” He grumbles.

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LOOKIN AT THE FIIIIIISH 🐠🐡🐟

Off to go and sing it a thousand times around the villa 🥰🥰🥰

And that’s what you get for calling a whale a fish, big bro. Sorry, can’t help you there.

LOOKIN AT THE FIIIIIISH 🐠🐡🐟

Off to go and sing it a thousand times around the villa 🥰🥰🥰

And that’s what you get for calling a whale a fish, big bro. Sorry, can’t help you there.