You try your best to look at the desperate aliens in front of you as the fake manufactured creatures that they are, but you just can't manage to do it. It doesn't make any sense that they managed to fly over here while still being in one piece. They shouldn't even be able to breathe in space. Heck, all of this is even ignoring the galaxy-size bat that you somehow have tamed as a submissive pet! This is all some hallucination spurred on by powerful hypnosis. You're really in a jar. You should just play along...
But you can't. The bat did too good a job, and the look of despair on their pleading faces is enough to make you wince. You don't want to see them hurt.
"L-Let them go." You say, knowing the bat will hear.
"Hm? What?"
"L-Let them go." You say again. "They don't deserve to be...eaten..."
Your body trembles as you turn to see the giant bat lean closer in your rear-view screen. He looks skeptical, and a bit annoyed.
"What's this all of a sudden, master? Why are you acting so soft?"
"I just...don't think you should eat them."
"Oh? You didn't say that about when I decided to chow down on everyone in that stupid rock of theirs. I've already eaten billions of their kind. What's a few more?"
You wince. That's right. You did order him to devour an entire planet. Well, you didn't, but the fake you in this scenario definitely did.
"Where exactly am I supposed to let them go to? Just let them float in the void of space forever? Or do you want me to send them back to their ship, because-"
The 'ship', now a useless hunk of scrap, is flown up to your own for a better view. It doesn't even resemble a spacecraft. it's just a useless lump of metal now."
"I don't think they're going to get any use out of it, 'master'."
This isn't going well. You aren't doing a very good job playing the role of a master. It just doesn't come naturally to you, especially when it means hurting those aliens. If you don't do something soon, the bat might decide to flip the roles...and that'll probably end with you joining the billions he's already devoured.
"So?" He says, tapping his paw impatiently against his shoulder.
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