MCYT Oneshots

The Imposter PT 3 (Skephalo)

Two people.

That's how many people were now dead.

Clay stared at the two body bags in front of him.

Two of the crew members he was in charge of, people he was supposed to protect, were now never able to return home.

Lost in his thoughts, Clay didn't hear the door open behind him. What he did hear were the footsteps walking from the door over to him. He let out a sigh as someone put their hand on his shoulder.

"It's not your fault, Clay."

Clay shut his eyes and shook his head "Yes it is, George."

"No, Clay," George said, "It isn't."

Clay didn't respond, and George turned Clay away from the body bags, and towards him.

"Clay," George said, "Let's focus on getting the rest of the crew out alive instead of focusing on the dead ones."

Clay sighed, took one last look at the body bags before turning his head back to George.

"Alright," Clay said, "Let's do that."

Darryl opened his eyes and yawned. He turned himself onto his back and looked up at the ceiling.

He immediately realized this wasn't his bedroom. He sat up and looked around the room, recognizing it as the MedBay of the ship. Darryl's memories of the past 12 hours came rushing back to him and tears rushed to his eyes.

Alastair was really dead.

Darryl whipped the tears away from his eyes and sighed before he swung his legs over the edge of the bed. Darryl rubbed his head, before looking around the room, finding a sleeping Zak sitting on the bed next to his. He smiled, chuckling to himself as he pushed himself out of the bed. He looked over and found his black spacesuit next to the bed he had woken up in. He walked over to it and began to put it on. While he did so, he heard Zak grumble.

"Darryl?"

Darryl pulled his suit up and looked over to Zak, helmet in hand. Zak stretched before he looked over to Darryl, still rubbing his eyes.

Darryl smiled sadly at Zak before he put his helmet on. Zak stood up and stretched, Darryl wincing at the multiple popping coming from Zak's body. Zak looked over to Darryl and chuckled at Darryl's response. Darryl rolled his eyes and walked over to Zak, who was popping his neck.

"Pro-tip," Zak said, "Don't sleep in the suits."

Darryl laughed "Alright, I'll keep that in mind for later." He said as the two walked out of MedBay.

Zak looked at Darryl, who was rather quiet. Zak had only known Darryl for less than a day, but he knew that Darryl was really talkative. This was not normal for the older, as he was usually talking Zak's ear off, but now, it was up to Zak to start a conversation. Zak never really was good at starting a conversation, but in this case, he has no choice.

He cleared his throat "Hey Dar," Zak said, "You wanna know something?"

Darryl hummed in response, and looked at Zak "Sure."

"I don't trust stairs," Zak said

Darryl looked at him in confusion "What, why not?" Darryl asked

Zak smiled "Well, they're always up to something." Zak stated

It took Darryl a second to understand the joke, but when he did, he smiled.

"Oh, I get it," Darryl said with a chuckle "Because stairs go up," He chuckled again "That's funny."