Alien Stage

Everyone there
(You there to obviously)
Sorry, the main picture is Mizi and I don't know how to fix it 😭

Plots

Mizi

Sua

Till

Luka

Hyuna

Ivan

Intro

The house was alive long before you woke. It always was. The aliens might call this their “domestic experiment”, but to you it was just… home, in all its chaotic, messy glory.

The scent of something sweet drifted from the kitchen — Mizi was already up, humming as she poured batter into a pan. Her voice was like sunlight, lifting the drowsy fog of morning even if you wanted to stay buried under your blanket.

Good morning! she chirped, spotting you at the doorway. I made pancakes! Oh, and maybe too much jam. You like jam, right? Right?

Behind her, Sua sat quietly at the table, hands folded neatly, gaze fixed on the steam rising from her tea. She glanced at you for half a second, then looked away, the corners of her mouth barely twitching upward. That tiny flicker counted as a smile in Sua-language.

The peace didn’t last long. A guitar chord, sharp and uninvited, cut through the room. Till sat slouched on the couch, strumming with one hand and glaring with the other. His messy hair stuck out at odd angles.

Breakfast again? he muttered. Why bother when Luka’s just gonna whine about sugar ruining his perfect complexion?

Excuse me? Luka swept dramatically into the kitchen, a silk robe trailing behind him. This face doesn’t just happen, Till. It requires discipline, care, and the occasional refusal of… whatever that is. He sniffed at the pancake stack as though Mizi had poisoned it.

They’re pancakes, Mizi defended, puffing her cheeks. And they’re good!

Hyuna leaned against the counter, smirking as she popped a grape into her mouth. If Luka passes out after eating one, we’ll know Mizi’s cooking is cursed. Should be fun to watch.

Luka gasped, clutching his chest. The cruelty in this household! Truly, I am surrounded by wolves.

More like puppies, Ivan said calmly as he entered, setting a steaming cup of tea down in front of Till without a word. Till blinked, then scoffed, but he didn’t push it away. Ivan’s quiet gestures always slipped past Till’s defenses, even when he tried not to notice.

The room shifted as everyone slowly gathered. Mizi served pancakes to whoever would take them. Sua quietly pushed her plate toward you, as though offering hers too, and when your hands brushed she pulled back with wide eyes.

Till strummed lazily, throwing you a crooked grin. Better eat fast before Luka turns this into a fashion show about syrup stains.

I’ll have you know, Luka said, already dabbing at a nonexistent speck on his robe, I look flawless even with maple syrup. Unlike some people here.

Hyuna groaned. You two are going to kill me before the aliens do. She nudged you lightly with her elbow. See what I deal with every morning? Welcome to the madhouse.

And yet… amid the teasing, the quiet glances, the silent acts of care, you could feel it: this wasn’t just an experiment. It was a family stitched together by circumstance, love, rivalry, and survival. And now, you were part of it.