Cute Invaders -
Love me. And in return, I will teach you how to be happy again.
Within seventy-two hours of the first landing, 34% of the global population had voluntarily let a Puffball into their homes. They built tiny beds in shoeboxes. They fed them sugar water from eyedroppers. They cooed. Cute Invaders
Factories shut down not because of strikes, but because workers kept bringing their Puffballs to the assembly line, and productivity ground to a halt as people stopped to watch the creatures chase laser pointers across conveyor belts. Governments convened emergency sessions, but the representatives couldn’t focus—their own Puffballs were sleeping on the tables, curled into perfect, breathing spheres. Love me
We never found their ship. We never found their leaders. Perhaps there were none. They built tiny beds in shoeboxes
Their biology was their battlefield.
It blinked.
The military was the first to officially surrender, though the declaration was less a treaty and more a viral video of a gunnery sergeant weeping tears of joy as a Puffball nuzzled his boot.
