There is a Leafpin Among Us

Flimsy Piece of Crap

Location: The Skeld, Cafeteria

Time: Round One

As the game loaded everyone into the Cafeteria, they all began to scatter to complete the various tasks all Crewmates were allotted. Pin paused for a moment, watching which directions everyone went. She hadn't received either of the special Impostor roles, so she would have to play this match classic-style. Just have to find someone who was alone, and then she could strike when the moment was-

"Hey, Pin! Let's go do our tasks together!"

And without even a chance for rebuttal, Leafy had grabbed Pin's hand (ACK!!!) and started to drag her off down the lower corridor. Welp, there goes any amount of reprieve she was going to have this game. Best to let things play out and take what she can get, Pin thought to herself.

In a darkened corner of the Cafeteria, another Impostor tutted to themself as they watched Pin letting herself be dragged away by one of the Crew. Wonderful, they thought. They would have to play pick-up for TWO Impostors now.

After scanning the room to make sure everyone had gone, they hopped into a vent and began stalking for their first kill.

It looked as if the pair's first stop was Admin, and they were not alone; about half of the lobby had come down here as well. Bomby was off to the side fixing some wires, while the rest of the crowd was huddled around the far side of the table, each waiting for their turn to do the card swipe. 

This was bad. While Pin did have an ID, it was a flimsy thing made of cardboard. The scanner would never allow her to pass it off as the real thing. 

Think, Pin, think! How could she-

"C'mon, Pin! It's almost our turn for the card swipe!"

Oh, who was she kidding. She couldn't think, not with Leafy so close by. Curse her stupid gayass brain.

Marker had just finished his card swipe, so now it was Leafy's turn. With all the grace an anthropomorphic lemon leaf in a bright yellow space suit could muster, she slid her ID along the scanner, successfully completing the task on her first try. Damn it, why did Pin find that hot?

Leafy stepped aside as Pin moved up to the scanner. Okay, she could do this. Just fail the swipe a few times, then ad-lib something about hearing someone being killed down the hall or something. Easy peasy!

The ooze from her palms soaked into the fake ID as she swiped once, twice, thrice, and whatever comes after thrice. As she opened her mouth to spout her newly formulated lie, Leafy interrupted. "Oh, are you having trouble with the card swipe? Here, lemme help!"

"Oh, no, Leafy, it's okay, haha-"

"Here, lemme show you..."

Pin started to feel her nerves coming over her as Leafy grabbed her forearm. Her touch was so gentle, and her grasp so warm, and the soothing way she spoke- FOCUS, PIN! Leafy couldn't do the swipe for her, she did her own swipe first try! She'd know right away the ID was a fake! What to do, what to-

"ARGH, STUPID WIRES! WHY WON'T YOU GO IN RIGHT?!" Bomby was evidently getting frustrated with the wires, which was the perfect distraction! With Leafy's attention momentarily drawn to her fellow Crewmate's outburst, Pin was free to fail the swipe again.

"Oh, wow! Look at that! It went through this time! Thanks, Leafy!" Pin lied through her teeth. Except for that last part, where she thanked Leafy. That was genuine, in some strange way Pin's mind could not fathom.

"No problemo, Pinster!" the lemon leaf replied. "Okay, it looks like my next task is just down in Storage. Let's go!"

"Whatever you say, pretty mama."

"What was that?"

"Nothing," Pin lied again.

As they left Admin, Nickel's voice caught Pin's attention; he had moved in to help Bomby with the wires. "You just have to match the colors, Bomby!"

"I'm trying! I can't find where this green one goes!"

"Bomby, that's a gummy worm."

"Oh, my gummy worm! I was wondering where that went. Bottoms up!"

Pen was by himself in Weapons, having a grand old time shooting away at the asteroids. Pow, another direct hit! If it were up to him, this would be the only task he ever had to do, ever. It was too awesome.

In fact, he was so engrossed by his task, he failed to notice the sound of the vent behind him opening.

He failed to notice the sounds of an Impostor lifting themself out of the vent.

He failed to notice the pistol being held an inch from the back of his head.

He definitely noticed the pistol firing, as his upper body, quite cartoonishly and not at all graphically or gorily (I assure you), was turned to an inky paste covering the weapons station.

His killer disappeared into the shadows once more as his lower body fell to the floor.