Jim's place

As you rack your mind for an appropriate place to hide Squawg and find him a disguise, your suddenly remember your classmate Jim, who's house was pretty close to where you were right now. Jim was a bit of an eccentric, and while he wasn't as close to you as Tom was, he was quite accommodating to you.

"Squawg! Follow me!" He nods at you and you break into a light jog, maneuvering through the brambles and bushes in your path as you go in the general direction of Jim's house. Soon you find yourself in his neighborhood, panting and out of breath. Squawg emerges from the thickets, looking ready for an another dash. "Friend, where going?" He asks. You manage to point a finger at Jim's house, but hold on to him, for fear he may run off again. Squawg grins and reassures you. "Johnny not worry, Squawg stay."

Grateful that he understood, you make your way to Jim's window. Gently, you tap on the shutters. Most people would attribute such noise to the wind, but Jim's bedroom lightens up shortly, and he draws his curtains to find himself face=to-face with you. "Johnn-?" He stops mid-word as you hold up a finger to your lips. You signal him to open the window for you, and he obliges and you clamber in.

Moments later, Jim is up to speed on the situation. "Shit dawg, you actually met a real fucken alien! Man, I'm mad glad you came to me. You say he needs a disguise? I gotchu covered bro." He pulls open a drawer and reveals a variety of odd clothing and accessories. "Not exactly what we need man. I could explain, but maybe its better if you heard everything from the horse's mouth. Just, don't freak out, alright?" He nods furiously as you walk back to the window and flash a three finger salute. Squawg hurtles down from a tree and slips in through the window. "Johnny, where bod-"

"HOLY FUCKING SHIT-" Jim is unable to contain his surprises and shouts at the top of his lungs. In a flash, Squawg is up and at him. "Wait-" you start to say, but the words dry up in your mouth when you see what Squawg is doing. He has his arm down Jim's throat and pulling his mouth apart to unholy proportions. The sight of it makes you want to puke, but the sound of shuffling from the next room suggests that you have more problems coming your way. You do not want to be one who has to explain things to Jim's family. You dive under Jim's bed, close your eyes and pray for a miracle.

Seconds later, Johnny's mom throws open the door and screams. "Johnny! What in God's name is going on here?" you hear her say, accompanied shwip-shwip sounds indicating she was tearing off a face mask. She doesn't say anything more. She must have finally noticed Squawg!

This is it. This is where it all goes to shit. She'll call the cops. The FBI will get involved. Maybe even the MIB. You'd wake up in white room, to be questioned for your motives in aiding an extra-terrestrial. You'd get mind wiped and monitored, or worse still be charged with assisting an alien criminal. What did you even know about Squawg anyway?

Jim's voice draws you out of your panicked conjecture.