Predator x reader (part 3)

                                    

                                          
(I am slowly relizing that I have no idea where I am going with this)
                          
Predators pov
The Yautja looked around the room he hid in. It looked kind of dark, but it must've been a used room. For someone. The walls were painted with a warm blue color and the floor was covered in a fluffy white carpet.
Some papers were on the walls and tables. It was mostly adult oomans (humans) with some strange items in their hands. The Yautja's eyes moved over to a wooden closet. There were few more posters on it. The Yautja quietly shut the door behind himself so noone would enter. He leaned closer to the closet trying to read the foreign letters. His mask did the job for him. M-e-t-a-l-i-c-a.
The Yautja didn't bother trying to decypher what it could possibly mean.
                          
He grabbed onto the round handles of the closet and opened it, not sure what to expect. There were a few pieces of cloth, persumabely clothes. They all seemed more for relaxation than fight. This is most likely not a sain'ja (warrior) family.
The Yautja looked to the side of the closet, seeing another poster. This one was... different from others.
The ooman (human) on the picture didn't have any strange items in her hands and was... nude...
The Yautja couldn't help but be intrigued by her body. It looked very similar to the lou-dte kale (female/childmaker) Yautjas back at home. Exept this one's skin was so smooth... how can they even survive with skin so smooth?
The Yautja shook his head, tugging himself out of the transe and shutting the closet door, sneaking towards the room's door.
                          
Getting your own lou-dte kale (female) on their planet is for your neck. They're always so agressive and hard to get... only hunters and warriors can get them with ease... not stupid cargo pilots....
                          
The Yautja creaked the door open. He panicked. He saw a person aproaching this room. The Yautja shut the door, trying to stressfuly think of what to do. He nervously gripped onto his glove, accidentaly pressing a few buttons. His problem was solved in an instant. He was cloaked by his device. It was an "invisibility" cloak. He mentaly facepalmed himself. Why didn't he think of it sooner? The hunter Yautjas use it all the time.
The person entered the room and shut the door behind himself.
'Cjit...' The Yautja thought.
                          
The person walked towards his desk, past the closet, but stopped mid-way. He took a few steps back, looking at the closet. The Yautja got a little nervous.
                          
"Kody! Kody have you been in my room again?!" The male shouted opening the door. This is it. Shoot or die. The Yautja pushed the young male away and ran down the hallway he was in before. Before he could think of another plan, his invisibility cloak ran out. Damn this prototype mask...
He quickly hid into a room to his left once again. Just in time too. The young man poked his head out the door, trying to find who pushed him down. Thankfuly he didn't pursue. The Yautja sighed, calming down a little. Once he looked back up, he was in a similar room to the other one. 
Exept this one gave off more calm energy. There were not that many posters on walls and the furniture was moved differently. The Yautja sighed quietly, walking over to a table. Maybe there could be something that would explain... something.
There were many papers with some writing on them and some cute small drawings. There were various animals that the Yautja has never seen although they seemed familiar to him. There were also drawings of oomans (humans). He didn't recognize any of them but theese sketches were very enjoyable to look at. He clicked with calmness as he tried translating some words for learning, and maybe even a future talk with a ooman (human).
                          
Normal pov
Your little brother Kody hid his head into his shirt because of his brothers yell. "I wasn't!" He squeaked, still hiding his head in his shirt.
"Kody..." Your mom said while washing the dishes.
"But really! It was the lizard man!" He squeaked with slight frustration in his voice.
"Aren't you old for imaginary friends?" You asked, giving your mom your empty plate with a smile.
"He's not imaginary! He came from the attic!" Kody said, poking his head out from under his shirt.
"Kody, hun, lower your voice first..." Your mom said.
"Sorry..."
"And now, I know that you're afraid of the attic but I'm pretty sure that noone lives up there, other than dust that is" Your mother calmed the boy down, setting the wet dishes down.
She sighed tiredly.
                          
"(Y/n), sweetheart you think you could set Kody to bed? I'm really tired..." She looked at you with pleading eyes.
"Sure thing mama" You smiled at her.
She smiled back, walking out the kitchen. "Oh! And, hide the kitchen- I mean chicken into the fridge would you?" She asked one last favor before disapearing into the bathroom.
"Mr Kodyslav get ready for bed while I clean the kitchen. Dismissed!" You saluted him as he returned the salute. He hopped off his chair and stumbled into the bathroom as well. You sighed, now being all alone. You got up from your chair to pack the remains of your dinner and set it into the fridge for tomorrows lunch.
                          
You grabbed a bag untill, something broke you out of thought. A sound upstairs. A song... a song on your phone...
You looked at the celing, being completly quiet. To make sure that your ears do not decieve you.
They do not.
Music is playing from your room.
You put the bag down and took a couple of slow steps to the staircase. Your small brother went into the bathroom...
Your older brother doesn't know the password and has literaly no bussiness in your room... so who could be playing the song?
                          
You quietly got up the stairs and aproached the door, looking through the keyhole of your door.
Your pupil pulled together.
Someone was standing at your table, holding your phone and turning his head with interest at the device. What the hell should you do in a situation like this?
You panicked and forgot every logical option. You turned around grabbing a baseball bat that your small brother left laying on the floor. You had to do something about this person.
                          
You creaked the door open quietly. The person seemed to be busy with your music.
It seemed to be a man but...
His head was strange. It seemed way too big for a human. He entirely was a big man. Very muscular and tall, with wide shoulders. He had a helmet on his head, that's what it is. You could also recognize dreads on his head. Many dreads that went down, all the way to his shoulders.
                          
You sneaked closer in a crouched form, holding the bat above your head. You're gonna have to jump in order to hit him on the head.
You quietly sighed with a shaky breath before bouncing from the floor.
The bat was brang down and...









                          
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