"We meet again, little crewmate.."
Orange felt herself tremble, staring at the crimson glow. She couldn't see the rest of Black's figure, but assumed the worse.
Now she knew why everyone was carrying weapons.
Am I surrounded by Impostors? Orange thought, glancing around the room. She noticed Maroon chuckle quietly, White biting their lower lip..
She sat down, trying to process the situation.
"Is the little crewmate finally afraid..? How sad.." Black's hoarse voice echoed throughout the room, this time sounding far more disappointed.
"I ain't scared!" Orange barked, scrambling to her feet, "Ever heard of processin' situations?" Orange felt the awkwardness of the room consume her, but she didn't care. She was tired of being mocked, even if it hadn't happened until now.
An amused chuckle escaped from the shadows, as Black slowly crept out into the light, a sinister grin laced onto their face. "Oh little crewmate, you're entertaining.." Black cooed, tilting his head ever so slightly.. "You make me feel so.. what is the word? Ah yes, you make me feel so entertained."
Orange sighed, grumbling to herself. Was this some kind of joke? She looked over to where Pink last was, and didn't see her. Great. Cornered, and surrounded by Impostors. What's next? I become a buffet? Orange stared ahead, looking at Black with a calm expression. "Specify what you mean by entertained, buddy."
"Do you not understand, little crewmate? Have you not questioned why I haven't killed you myself yet?"
Orange pondered on that for a brief moment. Pink did say Black killed crewmates right on the spot, so how was she not dead yet?
Black sighed, rubbing his temples. He made a gesture, and the others retreated away into the vents. "Little crewmate, I am fond of you. You didn't show fear when I first encountered you, and it.. confuses me."
"Most never talk back. Some, suffer a far more gruesome fate.. But you.." Black paused, looking at Orange with an expression of.. longing?
"You never did any of that. I hesitate to even try to kill you.."
Orange felt realization hit her, and it hit her pretty hard. "You don't want to kill me?" She looked dumbfounded, staring at Black with a confused, but happy expression. "..Heh. Who knew."
Black growled, looking away. "Little crewmate, I said I HESITATE, that doesn't mean I will."
"Oh really?" Orange raised a brow, she felt pretty confident in this situation. Taunting Black was a rare occasion, and if he's letting it happen, that's even more rare. Orange would've been dead by now if this wasn't one of those occasions.
Black looked back at Orange with a stern, cold expression. He clearly didn't enjoy this, but for some peculiar reason, he told himself not to do anything about it. Black didn't understand, he couldn't understand. What are these feelings?
Black roared, punching a wall, storming off. Orange flinched, falling off of her chair, yelping in surprise. "EEK-"
Orange peeked up from behind the table, "That went better than I imagined it."
(Black POV)
Black snarled, he kept punching and clawing at an innocent crate in Storage, feeling himself lash out. He couldn't handle it. "WHAT ARE THESE FEELINGS!? I SHOULDN'T FEEL THESE!" Black roared, turning away. The crate was completely demolished, his hands coated in deep crimson.
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Fearless
FanfictionWhen a young crewmate named Orange is sent to a Skeld containing Mira's most feared Impostor in the world, she is determined to befriend them. But will she succeed? Or perhaps become lunch for a deranged entity?
