Awakening Love - A Remake Of The Original

Halloween Blaze

Right, so, I know this is sudden, and y'all probably want to get back to the story, but we've dealt with a lot so far! So how about a small chapter in-between to celebrate the Halloween night? This chapter is up to y'all if you want to make it canon or not, so let's just get spooky!

Happy Halloweeen!

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The screen displayed the grim words, "Yellow was voted out," in bold white letters, stark against the backdrop of the infinite cosmos. Gasps of disbelief and horror reverberated through the room as we witnessed Yellow's lifeless form drift out into the cold void. There was a momentary flicker, and then she disappeared into the star-studded expanse of space. The white letters reappeared, delivering the crushing verdict, "Yellow was not the imposter. One imposter remains."

"For crying out loud!" Green exclaimed, his frustration palpable as his hand collided with the table in a resounding thud. In the background, Yellow chuckled softly as she changed her green armband to a white one. We could almost sense Black's smug satisfaction as he puffed up, provoking an irritated growl from Green.

"We're all aware that since Yellow wasn't the imposter, it narrows it down to Green or Cyan. Considering that Green vouched for Yellow, it's only fair to cast our votes against him," Black declared, though his words fell on deaf ears as the rest of us dispersed to resume our duties. From my position in navigation, I could still hear Green's heated argument with Black, punctuated by colorful language.

As Brown walked by, she acknowledged me with a tight-lipped smile and a nod of greeting. Soon after, Yellow entered the room, offering me a silent wave before tending to a cluster of wires.

I returned the wave, a sense of disappointment settling in because I couldn't engage in conversation with her, considering she was now a ghost.

The moments ticked by in strange tranquility, each of us anticipating the grim discovery of another crew member frozen in their macabre death tableau. A chill crept up my spine, like the cold fingers of dread tracing my skin, as the lights abruptly extinguished. The Halloween decorations cast an eerie glow in the darkness, offering the sole source of illumination in the abyss. My hand instinctively sought the wall's edge, and I gingerly trailed my fingers along it, my unseeing journey guided solely by touch, as I groped my way toward the electrical room.

I moved cautiously, the ambient glow of the Halloween decorations intermittently casting eerie shadows that danced and distorted the corridor. As I finally reached the electrical room, I realized I wasn't alone. A faint whisper of breathing caught my attention, and I stilled. It wasn't mine; someone else was in the room. A shiver ran down my spine, and my fingers fumbled for the wires of the room blocking my way. I gently pushed them aside, my heart pounding in my chest. The sound of my breath was oddly magnified in the darkness.

There, in the dim light of a flickering Jack-o'-lantern, I saw a figure hunched over the electrical panel. My tablet's voice voice, though my finger was hesitant, finally found its strength.

"Who's there?" I called out, my tablet's words wavering for the added effect in the eerie darkness. I hate that little update.