Locks & Matches
Description
B.A.P, Best Absolte Perfect, are just like any other aliens from an invading planet. They crave to be on the top, to be idolized and feared. They want the humans to bow down to them, so low that their knees would crack and their hands would blister.
Although, their plan seems to have one simple flaw. No one seems to take anything they say seriously. Yongguk himself, the strongest of planet Matoki, can threaten to end a life of a simple human and yet he doesn't get the fear he wishes. Are these humans that stupid that they think that staying behind a wooden door would help them?
So you can imagine his frustration at having to entertain these humans in order to buy enough energy for conquest, and it doesn't help that his partners in crime are four es and a perfectly made robot (if he did say so himself).
Although, there are two others that threaten their conquest with their own ambitions of world domination, and Yongguk would be damned before he allowed a cat like and a sadistic take away what he had been working all this time.
Foreword
"I am starting to wonder what normal people do during the summer." A black haired woman pondered, her hand reaching out in front of her as her eyes narrowed upon the sun, unblinking as she stared directly into it before finally shutting her lids as her hair casacaded over her pale and uncovered shoulders. The woman next to her shrugged, not quite caring to reply and too tired to move away. It didn't help that the other was hungry and was starting to wonder if grass tasted good, cause bunnies ate it and everything so why not her? Of course, considering she didn't even like salad, she found that possibilty quite irratating. "Are we supposed to go shopping with boyfriends or something? Hang out in big groups. What a hassel that sounds like... I find the entire idea of putting on pants to be quite unsatisfying."
"It's winter." The other woman stated boredly, her eyes drooping down low as she glanced to the side, leering at a man selling tacos by a market. Once again she found no energy to stand up so she began to wish that she could control the man to bring the taco to her. That would be the life. She would quite enjoy such servatude.
"What a boring summer..." The first woman stated, completely ignoring her 'friend'. Where they friends? Sometimes either of them couldn't tell as it felt like more of an unmutual relationship where one woman forced the other into living with her and making all the food, but isn't that friendship. They were hanging out right now, but hell if either of them knew what the word 'friend' even meant.
"Winter. December. It's snowing. Cold." The woman spured out lazily, her eyes dipping as she felt along for the snow that was covering most of the grass. It was actually quite cold.
"Do you want to rule the world?" The first woman asked and the other had to glance over, feeling too tired to put much effort into her motions.
"How?"
"Army of cats."
"But my cat friends are angry at me. They would never listen to me."
"I didn't say that I would be a kind ruler. I kind of like the whole, dictatorship, thing."
"Would there be slaves?"
"Everyone but me is a peasant slave."
"What would I be?"
"Peasant."
"That doesn't sound too appealing."
"You can have people make food for you." The first woman mused, tilting her head to the side, looking almost alluring with the bits of ice trapped in her eye lashes.
"Let's do it then."
"For my boredom."
"For my tacos."
"For money."
"For ramen and fancy tuna."
It went silent for a little while, both women too lazy to speak before the second one spoke up once again. "How will we even begin this operation?"
"I actually already started a few years ago. I just forgot to tell you that you joined my army."
"Ah..."
"Hmm."
The second woman sighed.
"What a boring summer...."
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