This is Bob's house :)

10/7/2021 edit: I decided I would put the story in the description. here it is, enjoy my bad writing:

Bob the Lonely Alien - The end of the beginning 

By Henrhi :)

There are no clouds in the sky on Bob’s planet in the middle of nowhere. His planet is far from its star and has no moon. Bob is the only creature on his planet. He’s short, stubby and has no friends. His planet is so small that he could walk around it in an hour if he wanted to. He makes little stick figures with twigs that help him cope with his appending loneliness. Bob gives them names. This one he will call Pebble as it’s a circular shape. On Bob’s planet, days are short, and it would be night soon. He has a tiny house on top of a hill. The roof is constructed of rusty red bits of corrugated iron and is anything but sturdy. The house has two levels placed unevenly upon each other with copper walls. At any moment it could tumble over. On the left side of the house, next to a lopsided window is an old, crippled satellite dish. He built it himself. Bob headed towards the mount. He had built a steel letterbox next to the entrance. It would probably never be used and was creaking in the slight breeze. He opened the wooden door with much effort. Then stumbled inside dragging his newfound friend behind him. Inside his home, he had four rooms, his bedroom, a workshop, a kitchen and an odd room with a table and a fireplace. Bob strode into his room and put Pebble on one of his many, many shelves. Bob was beginning to feel sleepy, so he hopped into bed. He didn’t bother shutting his curtains. He likes to look out into the night sky and watch the stars gently whisper to him. Bob soon fell asleep. 

The next day arrived and Bob was up early. In his clunky workshop, he had something brewing. He was building a spaceship out of old, forgotten bits of metal. Bob thought it would be a good idea to try to contact other creatures. He was sure there was more life out in space, and he wanted friends. In his workshop, he had all kinds of random objects. Ranging from bicycle wheels to a harpsichord. These are piled up in some dusty corner next to some rusty shelves. By the chair that Bob had made was a workbench with all kinds of levers and buttons all beeping and buzzing. This connected to his satellite dish outside on the second floor. Every single day Bob would send signals hoping for someone to respond. He would usually input a sentence or two. An old computer is wired up to the bench. He began to type a message. Hello, it’s Bob again. Is there anybody out there? He pressed enter and sat there watching the three dots continuously strobe from 1 to 3. He believed that one day he would get a response and hoped that day would be soon. The chair creaked as he stood up, almost beckoning him to stay. Instead, he waddled over to his spaceship and started to work on it. The spaceship looked like a walnut welded into two sections. There was a bronze propeller on the back. The back wings of a plane were bounded haphazardly to the ship. He had almost finished it. On the inside, it was almost the same as his workbench but made a much louder droning side. A few hours had passed, and lastly, Bob painted the ships name on the front, SS. Insomnia. He checked back at his computer eagerly. Which was the same as he left it. The dots still strobing back and forth. Disappointed, he headed up to his room on the second floor and hopped into his bed. He gazed at the stars shimmering in the night sky through his open window. That night Bob dreamed of meeting new people and exploring new planets. One day. 

It was the middle of the night when bob awoke. He felt the urge to set sail into the ocean that was space. He skipped down the stairs and entered his workshop. He sat down at the ragged chair and sent another message into space. Once again, it's Bob. I have decided to voyage into the great beyond. I hope one day I will meet you and your planet. I’m off. He pulled the lever, opening the garage door with a crash. He filled the spaceship up with petrol, opened the hatch and jumped in. The engine spluttered like a dying cow and the ship rolled vigorously down the hill. The wheels were squeaking as they gained momentum. It rocked with one last pop to the engine into the sky. The ruder at the back shook spontaneously as Bob started to lose control. Red lights inside the ship began to flash as loud sirens went off. The propeller came to a halt then the spaceship stalled and started to fall. Bob franticly pulled all the levers. It was still falling. In an instant, he pulled the emergency throttle. The ship was once again stable, and the propeller began to spin. He heard a ping and looked to his left. On his computer, it read Hello Bob, Good luck on your voyage. We’ll see you soon. - Boris. 

I hope you liked that short little story. Enjoy the rest of your day! :D 

I drew a Bob's spaceship too but I don't think I'll post it here.