Life Series Oneshots

It's Not Them

GIGS

Lethal Company

Bit of tragedy here. Graphic sadness, but loosely pulled from a
GoodTimesWithScar vod of Lethal Company, from about a year ago. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED! ⚠️

Most of the stuff Grian had found was junk. Complete junk. But he stuffed it into his bag anyway. As he walked through the abandoned warehouse he saw an egg whisk laying on the ground and stooped over to pick it up, adding it to his collection of a metal sheet, lithium batteries and a big bolt.  He sighed and walked off again, wishing he had a higher level job in the company than just a collector because this was getting boring. But at least he was with his friends while doing it. Grian walked past the main door again and almost ran Scar over. Scar had a funny looking mask in his hands and put it up over his oxygen mask with a laugh as he saw Grian.

“Stop it, Scar.” Grian laughed. “We’ve gotta focus. Is there anything down there?”

“No, just an impossible jump.” Scar said, turning to look down the other hall.

“I’m going to look anyway.” Grian said. “We’ll have to go back soon though, it’s almost the afternoon.”

“I’m gonna get Skizz with my mask.” Scar said with a smile Grian could barely see under the filtering mask and the one he’d found.

“Alright, come back here once you’ve found him, though.” Grian said, smiling as Scar ran off down the hallway.

Grian explored for a little bit longer and found another bolt, as well as a stop sign, which he grabbed just in case he had to fight off any monsters. Grian walked back towards the door, and when he turned the corner, he heard a loud Skizz scream that was abruptly cut off. Grian turned the corner to see Scar and Skizz standing there in the doorway of the center hall, with matching masks on. The same one that Scar was wearing before.

“Hey guys.” Grian greeted, not thinking anything of their odd behavior. “Found another one?”

Silence.

“Guys?”

More silence.

“Skizz?” The one in the blue suit began to walk towards Grian, with its hands held out in front of it, the one in the green suit following.

“Scar?” Grian said slowly.

That’s when the Skizz one lunged. It grabbed at Grian, and he dodged, hitting it instinctively with the sign he was carrying.

“You’re not Skizz!” He yelled as he scrambled backward. “Take off the masks!” He yelled, but it was too late. His friends were gone.

Heart pounding Grian began to run, and as he arrived at the doors, he shoved them open, welcoming the warmth of the setting sun.

“Impulse!” Grian yelled over the edge of the platform, knowing it was no use. He had to get back to the ship by himself.

Suddenly, there was a clank, and the door behind him opened, revealing the Scar and Skizz zombies running after him. Grian yelled in fear and instinctively just jumped off the edge, the lesser gravity of the moon ensuring that he didn’t get that hurt. He fell to his knees as he hit the floor, and just as he thought he’d lost them, he heard the metallic clanking as they began to descend the ladder after him. So Grian did the only thing he could think of, he ran.

As he went, he could hear the scuffling footsteps echoing behind him as he raced through the stony gorge, realising that there was nowhere to go. The only hope for him and Impulse was to get on the ship and fly off the moon before Scar and Skizz reached it.

As Grian turned a corner, he saw the ship parked in a clearing, the door open, and Impulse standing at the monitor typing away at the keyboard.

“IMPULSE!” Grian yelled, and Impulse looked up, turning to see Grian’s sprinting shape as he neared the ship. “Get ready!”

Impulse looked confused for a moment, and suddenly, Grian felt a pull on his arm. He turned around to see Scar, or rather whatever was controlling Scar, had a hold on it. In desperation, Grian swung the stop sign and brought it down on Scar, knocking him over. Grian quickly turned around and ran, leaving the Skizz zombie, the Scar one, and his stop sign behind. Grian grabbed the railing and threw himself up onto the deck of the ship, tears beginning to run down his face.

“Impulse, close the door!” He yelled, collapsing on the cold metal floor of the ship. “They’re not them!”

Impulse rushed to oblige, closing the door behind Grian with a quick push of a button, sealing them in their oxygen rich ship. Grian ripped his helmet off and threw it on the ground, standing up and running to the ship controls. He grabbed a hold of the lever that would pull them into take off as the ship pulled itself into the atmosphere.

“It wasn’t them.” Grian sobbed, sliding down the side of the control panel and sitting with his back to the screen showing their departure from the planet. “Impulse it wasn’t them.”

Impulse squatted beside Grian and placed a hand on his shoulder, using the other to pull his helmet off, staring at Grian with a scared look.

“Grian?” Impulse asked, his face hard. “Why’d we leave without Skizz and Scar?”

Grian winced as more tears fell down his face. “It wasn’t them…” He reached up to touch his face, almost needing to comfort himself that he didn’t have a mask on himself. “Scar put on a mask… It took them over. He, it, got Skizz… I hit him.” Grian whispered the last words slowly. “I hit Scar with the sign, Impulse.”

“It’s okay.” Impulse whispered, pulling Grian into his arms, letting the blond cry into his arms. “It wasn’t them.”

“I wish it was.” Grian said quietly as the autopilot took them to the company building to debrief them on the accident.

“Me too.” Impulse responded. “Me too.”

Why, oh, why did I write this. So sad.

Star