Reader | Grunk X

“This is—this is not protocol.”

The corner of Grunk’s mouth twitched. It might have been a snarl. It might have been a smile. With Grunks, it was impossible to tell. grunk x reader

Grunk tilted his head. His translator collar, a sleek band of silver around his thick neck, buzzed to life after a moment. “Structural integrity: failing. Life support: offline. You: afraid.” “This is—this is not protocol

“I read your message,” you said.

“We read you!” you shouted into the comm. “Two survivors! Human and Grunk! We’re in the emergency bunker twenty klicks east of the crash site!” grunk x reader

I will be waiting.

“I would never,” his collar said softly. “You are mine to protect.”