The Impostor

Chapter 8 - A Friendly Chat With a Not-A-Friend

I walked into my room and nearly tripped.

"You!"

"Why hello there, Mike," Grey said.

"What are you doing here?!"

"Oh, nothing. I just want to have a chat with you."

"No. Get out."

"You don't think it's weird how you just skip time?"

"No! Not get out."

"Well, do you want to know the reason why?" Grey asked, ignoring me.

I narrowed my eyes.

Grey laughed. "You're part of my crew, Mike! I recruited you!"

"Really? Do you really think I'm that stupid?" I snarled.

Grey tossed me a bottle full of clear liquid. I looked around for the ingredients.

"What's this? More poison?"

"Drink it."

"No."

"Do it."

"No."

"Well, you'll drink it eventually. Anyways, you should consider killing more people. It's pretty fun, you know."

"Only insane people like you think that killing people is fun."

Grey started grabbing something from out of his pocket. I reached for my gun, thinking that it would probably be a knife or gun. It wasn't. It was a box with a button on it. He pressed the button and said: "Drink it.", then disappeared. I was left there blinking, wondering if it was all my imagination, but I still had the bottle of poison in my hand.

The bottle was annoying the whole day. I didn't want to put it down, afraid that Grey attached some sort of explosives in it, but I didn't want to drink it. So instead, I took the bottle with me and threw it into the lava pool. After a long day of helping Orange do mission Polus 100, I returned to my room to see that there was an identical bottle sitting on my desk. Similar to the one I had thrown into the lava pool.