Fearless

Clarification & Chapter One.

Hey, to anyone who decided to stumble upon this, lemme just clarify, this is my VERY first story on here, so it may not be the best.

(granted I've written before but I've just never posted it- ANYWAYS,)

This story takes place using my OC, inside of the VS Impostor mod universe!

If you're curious about who the OC is, her name is Orange.

Orange is an undetermined Impostor whose main goal on this particular skeld is to befriend an Impostor named Black. (Sound familiar to my fellow VS Impostor fans?) but it gets a bit.. strange.

Without further ado, let's begin, shall we? :)

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Chapter One: Orange.

Orange has never been nervous before. At least, this nervous before. It's always been a hassle being transferred to a new Skeld, thanks to Mira HQ always mixing up the scheduling forms. Orange never knew how they could mix it up, but who really cared?

Orange sat in her room, staring at the letter Mira HQ gave them. She read it over and over again, and reluctantly, took the letter out to read it again.

"Dear Orange, It has come to Mira HQ's attention that you are an unemployed crewmate in a dire need of a mission. We've received your letters, and have looked them over a considerable amount of times. And so, we have decided to send you on your way to a brand new skeld, with a new crew. Please meet someone at 5 PM sharp at the end of your apartment complex to receive further clarification, and a ride to your pod. -- Mira HQ."

Orange always hated how Mira HQ worded their letters. It was always so confusing to understand, and yet, Orange always has. She tucked the letter back into the envelope, tossing it onto her pillow. Orange flopped back into her comfortable bed, staring up at the bland ceiling fan that always seemed to spin, even when it was off. Orange never complained about Mira's living quarters for crewmates, but she always complained on the idea of being sent off into space to become a deranged alien's meal.

But Orange wouldn't have to worry about that.. Right?

Orange stuffed the thought out of her head, not wanting to think about her becoming food. Orange stood up, looking over at a neatly folded up navy suit with a pair of goggles on top. One of the goggles lenses was cracked, but worked like a charm whenever Orange needed it. She chuckled softly, remembering how the lens broke. 

But Orange, not wanting to recall the memory, stuffed it back down. She took a step towards them, forgetting how her leg fell asleep. Orange staggered, reaching out for something to stabilize herself. Quickly, her hand gripped onto her bed frame as she stumbled forward. Orange awkwardly looked into her massive, rectangular mirror, admiring her clumsiness. Orange snorts, and kicked her leg a few times to wake it up.

After the feeling of blood rushed into her leg, Orange managed to walk over to the suit and goggles, putting them on. She was careful not to damage her precious suit, since it was the only prized thing Mira allowed her to keep, after they confiscated most of her beloved items. Orange remembered the day quite well, but knew she had to keep a clear mind. Today was the day she was getting ready for, the day of getting sent off into space, and..

..most likely becoming alien food.

"Stop thinking about becoming an alien's lunch, Orange." Orange spat bitterly to herself, confused as to why the idea always came to her mind. Just because you're named Orange, and are the color Orange, doesn't make you the food. Orange thought. She slowly went for her bedroom door, and opened it.

The door creaked as she pushed it open, walking through the hard-wood flooring. Her footsteps barely made a faint 'tap, tap' sound as she dashed about, making herself something to eat before going. Orange quickly checks the time. 4:37. Good, I have about 13 ish minutes till I'm needed. a sly grin appeared on Orange's face. I know I'm going to be late either way, don't I? 

About 10 or so minutes later, Orange trots out of her bathroom, squirting some fresh perfume onto her wrists, and lifting them to her neck, rubbing the calming scent of pumpkin onto her. She always enjoyed the scent of fresh pumpkin, it always smelt so.. comforting. Orange couldn't really place words into her feelings, but didn't care. She snatched her tablet and sketchpad, and stuffed them into her backpack.

Orange grabbed her front door's handle, twisting it, when Orange realized something. "Shit! Did I forget to grab my perfume just in case I need it again?" Orange quickly swung her backpack off and checked inside, feeling around. Her fingers wrapped around a cool glass-like substance. Orange sighs, realizing her perfume was neatly tucked inside. Orange swung her bag back onto her back, and opened the front door.

Orange walked out into a cool, spring breeze, smelling the fresh scent of spring on Mira. Orange preferred the fall, but spring brought comforting scents too, well..

..When Orange wasn't congested, or sneezing everywhere. Spring was truly Orange's one and only rival. She walked down the steps from her small, little apartment(?), and began to head towards the direction the letter had told her.

The end of the apartment complex.. What complex? Orange thought, looking around. She scanned the crowded streets of crewmates talking, attempting to find whatever seemed to try and stand out. Nothing did. Everything looked pretty much normal. Orange facepalms, finally understanding the letter's direction.

The alleyway, of course! Orange turned, dashing towards the alleyway. She found a car parked inside, and an impatient looking crewmate standing there, tapping their foot. They look over and see Orange. "You're late." Orange waves her hand dismissively, walking towards the car. "By how long?" Orange knew she was being sarcastic, but the other crewmate? Not so much. "By five minutes." They grumbled, getting into the drivers seat.

After the driver explained the basic idea of Orange's new mission, they powered the car on, and soon, Orange was on her way.

About 25 minutes pass. Orange snaps out of daydreaming when the driver knocks on the window. "Oi! It's time to go!" They snapped, in an almost demanding tone. Orange clamored out of the car, almost falling while she was at it. Orange held onto a nearby stop-sign, practically clinging to it. She would have stayed if it wasn't for the driver tugging her away from the stop-sign quite harshly, and guiding her to the pond.

"Ah, Orange! Hello and welcome!" A cheerful voice rang out. Orange looked ahead to see a tall purple crewmate who wore a pilot's hat. They gestured towards the pod, "I'll be your pilot until we reach your designated skeld, okay?" Orange nodded, following the tall crewmate into the pod. "Sit there and strap in, it's going to be a bumpy ride." The pilot pointed to an empty seat with two seat belts. Orange climbed in, and struggled to get comfortable.

The Pilot peeked in, hearing Orange's struggling. "Dear, the seats weren't made for comfort, they were made for safety. So quit squrimin' like a live fish, and strap in!" Orange took the 'squirming fish' insult to consideration, and reluctantly strapped in. Orange them heard the low hum of equipment powering on, and heard a loud roar of the engines. Soon, the pod lifted into the air, and flung forward. Orange jolted, letting out a quiet squeak of alarm.

And so, she was off. Into space.

Where her fate could be sealed, quite literally, by the very first Impostor themselves.

But Orange didn't know that, did she?

~End of Chapter One.~

Word Count - 1272