We Were Infinite

IMPOSTER

"Where? Where?" Everyone asked, their voices rising with confusion as Shiloh frantically reported a new development.

"Someone ate all the marshmallows out of the Lucky Charms!" Shiloh exclaimed. "And now, it's just the boring wheat things!"

A collective gasp swept through the group. The room fell silent for a moment, everyone processing this tragic news. 

But then, just as the tension seemed to ease, Josiah gasped even louder. "(Y/N)?" he asked, his voice full of disbelief and shock.

"Yeah?" I replied, raising an eyebrow.

"You... switched colors?" he stammered, as if it were the most absurd thing he'd ever heard. Everyone's eyes shot to me, wide with astonishment.

"Well, brown WAS kind of boring," I said with a casual shrug. "So I chose Cyan!" I smiled, a playful gleam in my eyes.

"Who are you, and what have you done to (Y/N)?" Judah's voice cut through the air, accusatory as he pointed a finger directly at me.

"Judah, it's me." I gently moved his finger away from my face, trying not to laugh at his over-the-top reaction.

"Prove it," Judah insisted. "Tell me something only the real (Y/N) would know." He was still looking at me skeptically.

I rolled my eyes and crossed my arms. "Last week, you thought Mount Everest was in America," I said, my voice dripping with sarcasm. "How could I forget that little gem?"

Judah's face flushed with embarrassment. "AMERICA'S A BIG CONTINENT, OKAY?!" he defended himself, a little too loudly for comfort.

Everyone turned to him, and silence followed, as if everyone was processing this new tidbit of information. "What?" he finally asked, clearly unaware of the confusion he'd caused.

Elijah let out a dramatic sigh and rolled his eyes. "We're getting off topic!" he declared, trying to bring the conversation back to the matter at hand. "Anyone sus?" he asked, his voice sharp.

Without missing a beat, everyone turned their gaze to Judah. Daniel raised an eyebrow. "Judah, is anyone sus?" he asked, his tone challenging.

"Nope! Nope, no one's sus today," Judah said with a smug grin, as if he were the most innocent person in the room.

"Not even red?" Micah asked, his voice teasing, as if he already knew the answer.

"Red's not even a little bit sus?" I echoed, narrowing my eyes in mock suspicion.

Judah shook his head, a pained expression crossing his face. "No. No. Red isn't sus," he said, almost as if it physically hurt him to say it. He then turned around, raising his arm in a strange, exaggerated motion and screamed into it, as if trying to hide his frustration.

Oh... Judah and Britney were the imposters... Right...

Everyone stared at him in disbelief. "I'm good!" Judah quickly added, attempting to recover.

"That's weird," Shiloh commented, her voice laced with doubt. "Since we don't have any concrete evidence, I say we skip!" She announced, attempting to break the tension.

"Skip! Skip! Skip!" everyone chorused, chanting the word in unison. Judah, however, seemed determined to sabotage the skip vote. His arm rose involuntarily and started pointing at Britney.

"Can someone move my arm to skip, please?" Judah asked, his voice tinged with panic.

I sighed dramatically, leaned over, and gently moved his arm up. "You're a good friend," Judah said, giving me a thankful nod.