Lost in Space

Chapter 1-5

The universe is a wide place filled with the unknown. Somewhere, deep in this space, a small ship drifted through the vast darkness. Aboard were a group of people, united as they travelled aimlessly from place to place, although they rarely left their portable home, only exiting when necessary to gather supplies.

Aboard this vessel were 10 people. Their names were: Shubble, Philza, Wilbur, Technoblade, Dream, Tubbo, Dan, Kara, Smajor and Captain Sparklez.

These 10 people found it hard to entertain themselves through normal methods. Games got repetative and the TV they owned, unsurprisingly, had no signal, leaving them with only a limited supply of DVDs and movies. Due to this, their joy was immense when they discovered a way to cut away the boredom that ensnared the group, dragging them down.

No one knew quite how it happened. How they came to the unanimous decision that this game was worth trying but they weren't prepared to risk questioning one of the only things they enjoyed together.

The ten realised their apparant immortality early during their voyage after the CO2 broke down, leaving everyone gasping for nonexistant oxygen. Some time later, everyone woke up at the meeting table. Merely one week later and the game was invented.

Slips of paper were placed in a hat. Two were labelled imposter and their job was to kill of the crewmates. It was an oppertunity to have fun as a whole group, release stress and build various skills, from lying to observation. Some were better at the game than others yet no one seemed to care, it was sll for fun anyway. Nothing bad had ever come from one of these games until today. Surprisingly enough, the negative effects weren't even directly caused by the game, but instead by one player's emotions.

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Dream adjusted the white mask he wore briefly with one hand while grabbing his slip of paper with the other. It was often argued that the mask was unfair, helping to disguise tells and signs of lies or glee at getting away but any arguement was often exaggerated. No one genuinly expected him to remove the mask, as they understood his anxieties. In the entire time he had been aboard this ship, no one had seen his face and no one felt entitled to. Dream was greatful for this, there were no other people he'd rather be stuck with.

He looked down at his role. Imposter. Everyone closed their eyes before only the two imposters reopened them allowing Dream to find his ally, Kara. He waved to signal he was imposter before they closed their eyes and once again opening them as everyone else did.

The ten wished each other good luck before walking away from the meeting table, everyone going in various directions.

The second he was alone, the masked man heaved out a sigh, feeling the nerves start to rise. No matter how many times he won, he always felt like he was going to get caught. His palms felt sweaty as he stepped through empty corridors, making his way to electrical, passing by reactor. He spotted Tubbo on cameras and took note of it. He couldn't risk being caught in a lie about where he was. Electrical was an easy kill but if Tubbo saw him enter and no one else exit, it'd be over for him.

Thinking about it, killing Tubbo would be the best call here. He could shoot him and vent out. He knew no one had walked with him, meaning, most likely, no one would catch him. He walked casyally into the camera room, feeling his heart rate sky rocket, fingers twitching slightly as he palmed the gun hidden in his suit. Tubbo made eye contact with him in the reflection of a monitor, smiling at Dream. Even if it was just a game and no one got hurt over it, it still tugged at Dream's heart strings to see the naive trust on his face, knowing he was about to kill the boy. Just as he steadied his resolve and grasped the gun, his watch started beeping, flashing red. A body was reported.

An inaudible sigh of relief passed his lips. If he hadn't hesitated, Tubbo would have seen his weapon. Silently he turned on his heel and made his way to the meeting table, Tubbo walking care free behind him, blissfully unaware of how close he came to being killed.