Princess (Yandere Imposter x Crewmate Reader)

7. Anger

White POV
My eyes slowly fluttered open. I recognized the blinding white lights of Medbay. I slowly sat upright and swung my legs over the side of the bed. Something was weighing down my leg, I looked down to notice a cast around my knee. I soon started to realize the events of last night, I shivered at the thought.  I scanned the room for any other forms of life. No one appeared to be in the room at the moment which was good because well, I'm not really a people person. The hissing of the doors caught my attention. My head snapped in the direction only  to find black standing in the doorway with a smirk smile on his face. I glared at him. His eyes seemed to light up as he walked over to me and Crouched down in front of me. He grabbed my hand before I could pull away and he pulled it into his chest, what?

"Good morning princess."  His smooth lips brushed against the dry skin of my knuckles. I looked away in order to hide the blush that had adorned my pale/dark face. But my face got even more red as he ran his calloused fingers along my  knuckles.

"Did you sleep well?" He practically whispered, breaking the awkward tension in the room, that he had created. Because he murdered several people, if that wasn't obvious enough. With him only for a second, I looked away with a nod. He chuckled at my antics. Why is this oddly romantic?

"Do you like it when I hold you hand, love?" He smirked slightly, flashing those pearly whites. At this point I tried to pull my hand away from his grasp, but he held it firmly in place. I looked into his eyes, confusion contorted on my face. I only now realized that his eyes were deep ocean blue. If he didn't murder my friends I would've thought them beautiful, but sadly he did murder my friends. His eyes are cold in the artificial light.

"Aren't you gonna kill me?" The question came out as a shaky breath but, At least I was able to vocalize my confusion. His eyes dealt with something sinister only for a second, but it was long enough for me to notice something was wrong...

"Why would I do that?" He slowly raised himself to his feet and plopped down the side me on the cot. I flinched a little at the sudden movement, I did not expect him to sit down beside me but here we are. He looked at me with sad eyes, clearly trying to gain some sympathy points which I would not give him. But you see, his answer only confused me more. He's the imposter, isn't his whole thing murdering crewmates?

"Because you're the Imposter??" I tilted my head in confusion, I never stick I had picked up from pink before she was murdered, as you can see I bring a murder a lot. He speedily wrapped his dummy thick arms around my weird looking body, resting his chin on my shoulder face buried in the side of my neck. Da fuqk??

"No no no no no no. I would never kill you! You're to Precious to me." His voice cracked, probably from sadness but I'm not really good with feelings, so I wouldn't really know. I felt a tingling sensation down the side of my neck where he had rested his face. He was planting small caring kisses on the side of my neck. It was very uncomfortable. I tried to push him away, but to no avail so I resorted to words. Ew. Socialization.

"Stop." I growled at him, like an angry dog. He hesitated to stop but, he eventually did. He sighed aggressively.

"Sorry." He whimpered, I harshly pushed him away. I slid all the way to the other side of the bed so he could not touch me. I hugged my arms, I watched him intently. Daring him to make another move.

"Princess....."

"DON'T CALL ME THAT! YOU FUCKING PHYCO!!!" I snapped. I've been bottling my emotions up for months, it was only a matter of time before I cracked.