MCYT Oneshots

The Imposter PT 2 (Skephalo)

I stepped into oxygen and grinned slightly at the sight of Alastair standing there, his back turned to me and the door. I cleared the smile off my face before strolling into oxygen and over to Alastair.

"Hey, Alastair," I spoke

He jumped before turning to me "Oh, hi --.. .- -.-" He replied before returning to his task.

I smirked before making my way over to the trash chute, dragging down the lever. I quickly noticed that Alastair had completed cleaning the O2 filter, and was now leaving the room.

Well, it was now or never.

Darryl walked through the halls, searching the many rooms of the ship for Zak. Everyone said they'd seen him last on the right side of the ship, so that's where Bad was, running through the halls like a squirrel on caffeine. (If you know, you know ;) After a while, he finally found the hoodie-wearing man, messing with the shield's controls.

"Zak!" Darryl said before he ran over to his friend.

Zak jumped at the sound of Darryl's voice before turning to Darryl and letting out a sigh of relief.

"You scared me," Zak said before gently hitting Darryl's arm

"I didn't mean to," Darryl said rubbing his arm "And that hurt."

"I didn't even hit you that hard!" Zak said with a laugh

"It still hurt!" Darryl said, joining Zak in his laughter

The pair remained there for a bit, simply laughing together till an alarm sounded over the speakers. Darryl's eyes widened at the sound of the alarm and took Zak's hand before be began dragging him out of the room.

"Darryl, what's going on?" Zak questioned as he ran beside Darryl

Darryl didn't look back at Zak "Oxygen's going down," Darryl answered as he rounded a corner "We've gotta go repair it."

The understanding of what was happening suddenly dawned on Zak, as they rounded into Oxygen. Darryl abruptly stopped, the blood drained from his face.

"Z-zak."

Zak stared at it, before running over to Oxygen "Darryl, see if he's breathing," Zak stated, "I'll take care of Oxygen."

Darryl nodded his head as he immediately rushed over to him. Darryl dropped to his knees and picked up his head.

"Alastair, Alastair," Darryl begged, "Dude, come on."

Alastair glanced up at Darryl "Darryl, I-"

"Hold on, hold on," We're gonna get you help." Darryl said, "Just hang in there."

"Darryl," Alastair said, "I know who the imposter is."

Darryl's eyes widened "Who is it?" He urged

Alastair's breathing fastened and Darryl perceived he didn't have much time. Alastair gasped intensely before gazing back up at Darryl, pain apparent in his dull eyes.

"H-he, he's...."

He never had the opportunity to finish.

Darryl stared down at the now heavy body of Alastair. He pulled the upper half of Alastair's body into a hug and slowly began to sob.