(Unfortunately, I had to repost this fic due to some inappropriate reviews (of which 2 removed guest reviews) that involved spam and the spammer's own online exposal of their emetophilia and suicidal desires, and since I'm against spam as well as very uncomfortable with the two aforementioned topics, such reviews are everything BUT welcome on my stories.)
A/N: This is my very first major fanfic with OCs (and OCs only! XD), including my crewsona, who really is the first OC for and in this story. For more detailed information on this story, including why exactly it's rated T, please visit: /view/ccls-writes-among-us/homepage on Google Sites (simply copy and paste this after typing the Google Sites URL in the address bar ;))
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Yikk's POV
Man, my life has really taken a strange yet amazing turn a month ago. It all started on one day after my 18th birthday, with a simple invitation for me, from the Skeld company, regarding becoming a crewmate in the most unknown depths of space, while I was only just about to start looking for both a pad of my own and a good college to attend.
Since that letter, I just couldn't choose. Would I rather become a 'crewmate', or just ask the best real-estate agent for a good small pad to start with for myself before heading to college?
After all, I still could use some company in the meantime since all six of my older siblings were out to live on their own, too, and my parents are just a bunch of boring old socks who don't quite amuse me anymore, even if they still love and accept me for who I am.
I decided to become the 'crewmate' and possibly share a place with them instead. My parents weren't quite delighted, though, but they insisted with me anyway, albeit very reluctantly.
I packed my most important belongings in two suitcases and a big backpack, and was all set to go and leave my parental home behind. The huge mansion where me and my siblings grew up to become 'thoughtful, strong people', or so our parents would say. The one where my room would also soon be inhibited by a spider or two, and thus, invaded with cobweb in every single corner of the room. (That's what happened to my oldest brother and his room, at least.)
My eleven fellow crewmates are all so different. Some of them are nice, some of them are not. Some of them are smarter than university students, some of them are dumber than grade schoolers. Some of them even have a pet or at least one child of their own. But I'm definitely not the only one who doesn't, and that's absolutely okay.
Out of everyone, I've become best friends with Squee and Billy. Squee is as stupid as donkeys and apes combined, yet very serious and steady. Billy is more introverted, but still has a loving heart, and loves everything cute, like I do.
I, myself, am clever, cutesy, and keen-eyed, yet a little childish, too. But shouldn't everyone be unique in some way?
Squee's POV
My life has been quite boring before. I was fired from nearly any job one could imagine, just because 'I couldn't do anything useful'. Tch, what an illogical reason. Of course I could do anything useful, but that doesn't mean I'm good at literally everything in the world.
Then suddenly, this invitation to become a 'crewmate' landed in front of my door, and I insisted, much to the dismay of my roomies, who'd apparently die (or something) without my presence. Oh well, nowadays, they're only glad that I'm making the most out of my new function as a 'crewmate' in all corners of outer space, because when life gives you lemons, eat them and enjoy them while you can, right?
I took my opportunity and became a crewmate, and I have eleven new acquaintances, some of which are now my friends, too.
During every mission at a different location, different tasks are assigned to me every time, so I can do a little bit of everything as well, which is a huge advantage, even if I'm not too good at literally everything, of course. But hey, I do get assisted every now and then where I need it! For instance, my best friend Yikk is very good at fixing wire boxes as they have such keen eyes to see the colours of the cables so well. Man, I love them (Yikk, not the cables) tons… as a friend, that is, you silly goose.
Billy's POV
Due to my moderate anxiety, I was jobless at first, and that made me really sad. Sad to the point where I'd weep myself to sleep every night, and my roommates would eventually always ignore all of that because they eventually thought I was weeping 'crocodile tears'. Damn, I hate those awful creatures. I hope they're jobless themselves by now so they at least know my feelings back then.
The only thing that cheered me up on Earth was this letter I got from 'the Skeld', which invited me to become a new 'crewmate' of theirs. I suddenly got lifted out of an abyss in which I seemed to be stuck for quite some time, and kind of felt like a million, to be honest.
I accepted the offer, and kissed my annoying roommates goodbye forever (not literally, of course, yuck!) to finally start a new life featuring me and eleven others by my side.
Our leader, Arnie, is such a kind-hearted guy, and he really knows when to silence us all and make us listen up really well when something serious is the case.
I am the best at doing manual tasks, but not with computers, but thank someone in the way of God that I can always ask some fellow crewmates for some help with that. Out of everyone, Arnie and Yikk are the best with computers, and the latter has also become a very good friend of mine in the meantime. They're cutesy, clever, keen, and very sweet towards me whenever I need it. *sigh* They have made my life a lot better and I think I might even love them more than just as a friend…
Arnie's POV
I've been a private in the army for about 8 years prior to joining the Skeld, and I must say, working in and around outer space has just been so much more fun for me. Hey, it's not that I disliked being in the army or anything (just except for the part where I saw a ton of others die, or get hurt by myself), it's just that as a crewmate at my current job, my tasks are just more diverse, and the same applies to my eleven fellow crewmates who are also kind of my underlings, as they're all at least 2 years younger than me.
However, just because I'm not in the army anymore doesn't mean I've forgotten the survival-y things I've learned there. I can perform CPR, heal and treat wounds and all that jazz, take care of someone whenever they're sick, and such.
But being the leader of the crewmates is definitely better than just simply being a private at the army for nearly a decade straight. I don't just get to assign others' tasks prior to the start of a next mission, but also my own. I often go for the more difficult and time-consuming tasks, such as examining specimens and starting up the reactor, and base others' tasks on how well they can handle it. (Even if I occasionally cannot help but assign 'common' tasks to Squee, who seems to take quite some time learning how to do them, even without the help of others!)
When we're not doing missions, I'm more like a pro-listener if something is bothering a crewmate, or whenever they just want to talk about whatever you can imagine. Mostly after having a good conversation, they feel a lot better, and honestly, so do I.
Oh, and ever since joining the Skeld, I eventually got to keep a pet blob cyclops named Bobby, and everyone loves him, especially me.
Pop's POV
Before being a 'crewmate' at the Skeld, I was a mediocre photo model who wore all sorts of outfits and make-up. I loved the flower-based ones most of all, because I've always had this thing with flowers in my life.
I come from a family of two parents and one older sister who's a polar opposite of me. She loves everything cool and boyish, while I'm always a girly girl who loves pink, high heels, dresses, make-up, accessories and all that jazz.
I've never really followed my older sister in her footsteps. Until I got this invitation from the Skeld to become a 'crewmate', that is. My sister was almost on cloud nine and told me to go for it, to experience new bits and whatnot.
I said okay, and went for it. And guess what? It is fun! During missions, my tasks are always very diverse, and I learn a lot from them, too. I especially love destroying asteroids and doing researches, because I have always had some secret love for anything in the way of science and physics, even if I never really wanted to admit and show it.
Some of my fellow crewmates are also very good friends of mine by now. My best friend is Charlie, who's a lot like my sister and also a tomboy. Since she's not too good at the tasks in the way of physics and science, I always help her out with that, and she highly approves of that. We even have beds next to each other in the dorm, which is also very nice, so we can support each other whenever we had a bad dream or something.
One thing I love the most about my crewmates is that they also know someone who to give their leftover candy to since she's smitten and obsessed with any candy you can imagine. Oh, and that 'someone' is me, and I especially love lollipops.
Lava's POV
I'm the offspring of some elegy of emptiness called my father who had to marry this mean rich person called my mother. Rumour has it that I inherited the latter's temper, and that I get angry easily. That's why people call me Lava, because whenever I get angry, it just feels like I'm lava that flows straight out of the biggest, angriest volcano in the very existence of our home planet.
I used to live this awful life with my parents and their bajillions of butlers and maids until a random invitation wanted me to become a 'crewmate' at the Skeld. Well, if that letter wanted me to live a better life, sure, why not?
However, my life is only a little better ever since. Whenever I boss my fellow crewmates around (which is really that lame Arnie's job, or so he lectured me), they all disapprove of me. They disagree, they hurt me, and for some reason, I'm even being called an impostor on our missions very often! Hey, it's not like back at home, I never beat up the butlers and maids or anything if something didn't go my way!
On the other hand, Arnie isn't really that lame. He's the best 'agony uncle' I've ever had, and he's so good at listening to me complaining about my lame old parents and not minding a single bit about it at all. He helps me sleep better and he's the only person in whose presence I can weep. Furthermore, I'm very reluctant to trust any of my other crewmates because they're just so… weird, you know?
Oh, and never mention those icky, hairy, eight-legged arthropods whenever I'm present. God, I'm already feeling paranoid just thinking of them…!
Choco's POV
I got that nickname from my parents due to the fact that I'm so addicted to chocolate, which, of course, is a logical thing, since they're both co-owners of a candy factory that especially specialises in chocolate. No, it's nothing like Charlie (or Willy Wonka) and the Chocolate Factory at all! I wish, though!
However, at some point in my life, something similar to the scene from the book/movie happened: I received a letter to become a 'crewmate' in all of the corners of outer space. And at the same time, I was also snacking on a chocolate bar, what a coincidence! Of course I decided to go for it, because anything in the way of outer space has also been one of my long-time interests, and my parents totally supported me with that, too. Yay.
My crewmates are awesome, and whenever I get chosen as an impostor on missions, I just love to trick them, too. Especially Pop, whose weakness is candy (if it's not anything girly, that is), so before slamming her to the ground, I always trick her with a chocolate bar or gingerbread biscuit that I always have in my 'food pocket' as a little back-up for myself.
In my spare time, I occasionally cook lunch or dinner for my crewmates, but I especially play pranks and tell jokes, because that's also something I really love to do. Plus, fat people are a few of the most pleasurable, right?
Charlie's POV
My parents were a tad young when they had me and didn't feel quite capable of taking care of me either, so I especially spent my life in several foster homes where I slowly learned to discover my true self. A tomboy who's pretty good at playing the piano and vibraphone (indeed, just loves music overall) and a very good speller, albeit neurodivergent and often in the need to stim and fidget.
Recently, they split up, though, just as I was planning to return to them, but that sadness was soon interrupted by a letter that wanted me to become a 'crewmate' capable of doing all sorts of tasks in and around outer space. Well, sure, I deserved some company and a little job anyway.
My fellow crewmates are the best, and most of them treat me nicely, too, especially that sweet chubster named Choco. He loves to tell me most of the jokes, pick the best boyish outfits for me whenever we're not on missions, and I'm apparently his favourite co-impostor too. I'm not the best at imposing, but despite that, I'm still learning, you know? That's also good.
Nori and Rice's POV
Rumour has it that our mother died while birthing us, and our father's whereabouts are also unknown (he wasn't involved with her anymore ever since getting her pregnant), so yeah, we're orphans.
Our time in the orphanage was short-lived and at only just the age of a week, we were adopted by two loving parents who couldn't have children in the biological way at all and also had about four more adopted children from China, Africa, Hungary and Russia. We, ourselves, are from Great Britain, but unfortunately don't really know the British accent since we were both brought up in New Zealand, though. But our family is fun and loving nonetheless.
Eventually, the both of us only just graduated from high school and were about to choose a college, when we suddenly got this letter from the Skeld that wanted us to become 'crewmates' on missions in and around outer space. That one got the both of us thinking very hard and even gave us quite a difficult time, until we contacted the Skeld and gave in anyway.
Our fellow crewmates are awesome, and so are the missions. It's a good thing that we're both skilled at different things each, because otherwise, we would eventually just get stuck at every task that none of us could perform properly, rather than helping each other out.
However, when we get to become impostors on the missions, it's mostly the two of us that get paired up, since we're very sneaky and often use twin telepathy (yes, that's also a thing with fraternal twins like us) to trick the others into getting slammed to their loss. This is the way in which we're often successful, and not with that tattletale of a Lava on our side who just wants to pick fights with us anyway.
We're also most likely polar opposites due to the fact that we're fraternal twins, but Arnie doesn't quite believe that, though. Oh well.
Navy and Vienna's POV
We're a family of five. The two of us met near the start of middle school and were immediately smitten with each other ever since, which eventually led to a marriage straight after graduating from college, since Vienna was expecting a child in the meantime anyway.
Our children are 5-year-young Nika, who's a real daddy's girl, 3-year-young Neri, who's a real mummy's boy, and 10-month-young theyby Yuri, who mostly sticks with their mother.
Recently, we got this invitation from the Skeld, and they were looking for 'crewmates' to do tasks in and around outer space. At first, we weren't quite sure due to the children, but after having contacted them about that, we were still allowed to take the children, since more crew teams appear to have children that they're allowed to take along as well.
For both the two of us and the children, our statuses of crewmates are a huge success, and our fellow crewmates are also quite nice to have, like children that we both never had. Indeed, we even treat them like our own children for most of the time, in both the strict and sweet manners, because they often tend to quarrel as well. Or is that just Lava who loves to pick on Yikk and Squee for most of the time?
Whenever either of us is sick, by the way, we occasionally ask Yikk, Squee or Billy to babysit little Yuri on the missions (Nika and Neri will often tag along with someone else, in this case, since they're more independent), and they happily accept that. Oh, of course they're able to feed them bottles and spoonfuls, change their nappies, be patient and level-headed, bathe them carefully, handle them well with their hands and whatnot, because we slowly but surely taught them when they occasionally got our interest. That's what good parents do, right?
