Can You Survive? | *in progress*

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You leave your helmet in your room, you don't need it right now. You walk over to the door and use your card to unlock it before stepping outside in the hallway and beginning to walk down to the cafeteria when you spot- oh no. The person you least want to see right now. Purple. She isn't wearing her helmet either.

You take a deep breath and you decide that you will just walk straight past Purple to the cafeteria, avoiding any eye contact and don't communicate. Unfortunately, she ruins your plans, tauntingly calling, "Hey White"

Ignoring her, you attempt to walk past, when a hand firmly grips your shoulder. "I'm talking to you" Purple says, her eyes burning into yours.

You decide to answer. "Hello, Purple. Now please let go of me?"

Purple ignores the question, instead asking you one "Whatcha doing out here so early?"

"Thirsty." You reply yawning, keeping your responses short to try and not cause any conflict.

"Mm okay" Purple says.

Silence.

"Can I go now please?" You ask croakily, still not properly woken up

"Mmm how about no?" Purple yawns. "Wanna chat?"

"I don't see what we possibly have to chat about-" you say, trying to pull out of Purple's grip.

"How about you being a little tell-tale to Blue yesterday, huh?" Purple gets in your face.

"But I-" you protest, and Purple grabs your arm, digging her nails into it. You gasp in pain and try to withdraw your arm, but Purple just tightens her grip.

"Now I think we should come to an arrangement, yeah?" Purple says intimidatingly looming over you.

"So here's what we're going to do. You're going to tell Blue that I apologised, and you will tell her nothing about this. You don't tell tales again to anyone and in return I won't, um... kill you?" She says tilting her head with a wicked smile.

"You- you're the..." you stutter, "you k-killed..."

"No I didn't" Purple says, annoyed. "But I'll kill you if you don't do as I say. Or I could frame you as the imposter and you'd suffer, I hear drowning is one of the most painful ways to die. Dying in space would be similar... little bit of good old oxygen deprivation."

"You're sick." You whisper

"Thank you. So we have a deal?" Purple says, digging her nails further into your arm. The pain is really bad now, and you notice that you've been holding your breath for the past minute or so. You take a deep breath before answering.

Choice:

- yes (Page 90)
- no (Page 91)