A/N: Well i meant this to be nothing more than a cracky little oneshot, but my obsession with redeeming villains and enemies to friends has compelled me to continue.

The only sounds in the cafeteria were the humming of the Skeld and yellow's loud sobs. She couldn't stop, nor did she really feel like making herself. The one she'd felt the strongest connection to in a long time besides the uncle who raised her, her best friend of two weeks, her vent buddy, wasn't really any of those things at all. They were a traitor, a deceiver, an impostor. It wouldn't have been so bad if they were just an alien; that would actually be pretty cool. But now they were showing a side to them that she didn't know existed—how could she not know when she felt like she knew them so well? and they said all those awful things; is that really what they thought of her this whole time? Was she really nothing more than an annoying pest to them?

with sudden anger mixed with her grief at the loss of her friendship, she slammed her fist against the table, hard. This made everyone jump, including Red. she then stood up so she was again at eye level with the impostor and glared with as much intensity as one could when they had tears and snot running down their face and pooling in their helmet. That would certainly be a pain to clear out later, but right now that was the last thing on the girl's mind.

"Y-you didn't need to d-o this to m-mee!" She shouted, her words choppy because of how hard she was crying. "If I really was such a pain t—o deal wi-ith, you coulda just ki-illed me the moment we met in the ve-vents. No one w-would've… f-fou-nd my b-body 'til it started sme-lling… y-you could've gotten by with it so e-easily. Instead you l-lead me on… m-making me think that you l-l-liked me for who… i really am… You made me feel a-accepted in this n-new place… l-like I belo-nged! But you were just using m-m-me… like e-everyone befo-ore… You're terrible, Red, do you hear me? Terrible! I n-n-n-never thought a-anyone could be as cr-cruel as y-you."

And she doubled over, overcome by yet another bout of sobbing even stronger than all the others combined. She could hear the pathetic noises she made, like an animal caught in a trap. Red must be having a field day seeing her like this; they're probably laughing their butt off.

But when she was finally able to stand up straight again, she was surprised to see that this wasn't in fact the case.

Red wasn't sure what this new emotion they were feeling now was. They'd never quite felt it before, at least, not that they could remember. Why? Why was Yellow effecting them like this? What did she do to them? and when she said those words… it felt like they were being stabbed in the chest. Not really their physical chest though, it was more… inner than that? Now they were having a hard time looking at Yellow at all, and so they decided not to. For the rest of their short life, they would be quiet. They would let themselves get ejected with no fuss. That's what was going to happen, anyway. They'd lost. That's just the way of things. … It's what they deserved.

Much to their surprise the first to speak after Yellow wasn't talking to them. Instead, white turned concernedly to said emotionally recked crewmate, putting a gentle hand on her shoulder which was gradually starting to tremble less as she was now making an effort to pull herself together.

"Did you really feel like that all this time, Yellow?" He asked in a soft voice.

"Y-yeah," Yellow croaked, her voice now barely above a whisper. "I-mean d-don't get me wrong, you all have been n-nice to me and all, but… I could tell what you were really thinking. 'Oh, there's that weirdo Yellow. the girl who doesn't have a f-filter and won't g-grow up, r-r-refusing to a-act her age…' But that was okay cuz I had Red. Or so I thought." she muttered darkly. "It really felt like they cared about me, like they were my friend. But I guess I was just oblivious to the obvious as per usual, and I'm…" She has to stop, fighting back another wave of tears. "I'm really as p-pathetic as Red says."

Oh wow, that pain was equally strong, if not more, than the last. What was causing this? The impostor really wished they'd let up at least a little; they really didn't want to spend the last moments of their life feeling like this.

"Ah girl, you've got it all wrong!" This time it was surprisingly Green that spoke up. "I mean yeah you are kinda quirky, but I never thought that about you' you're actually kinda cool y'know?"

"We all like you," Blue added. "YOu just took us by surprise and we weren't sure how to react. But the way you're always so upbeat about things, it's a breath of fresh air. We're sorry that we made you feel like we didn't accept you."

"Yeah, and super sorry you had to pal around with the freaking alien that was sent to murder us all so that you would feel accepted." Green joked.

Ah, there's that pain again. Red thought frustratedly as they pressed their hands to their chest. Funny, their face was starting to feel kind of … hot? And their breath was hitching.

"Hey," Green suddenly said, whirling on them. "Is the impostor crying? Ha! You scared of being ejected, you wimp?"

Yellow put a still shaking hand on her fellow crewmate's arm. "Don't mock them…"

Well that was interesting, to say the least. Why would Yellow defend them after she'd made it perfectly clear how she felt about them? and why were the tears coming harder?

Green scoffed. "What, are you seriously still sticking up for them after they admitted that they want to kill us all?"

I—I don't know… I just… can we not make this more cruel than it has to be?"

"Why? They wouldn't do the same for you; they've made that perfectly clear."

"Because we're better." Purple spoke up for the first time since Red's outburst. Up until this point she had been sitting still, staring vacantly into the distance. "We're not like that. I agree with Yellow on this—if we're gunna eject them we should just do it and not torture them. We don't torture people back on Earth when they're being executed, even if they were killers."

They don't torture their criminals? That was news to Red; it was quite a common practice back on their home planet.

"I suppose not…" White muttered, but then perked up. "Wait… if?"

I-I mean, Red hasn't killed anyone, all they've been doing is venting, and like Yellow said before that's not really a serious crime, is it?"

Green ground his teeth in frustration. "But that was only because of Yellow! We're you not listening to their little rant earlier?"

"O-of course I was!" Purple cried. "I just—"

"Okay okay." Captain White interrupted before another shouting match could break out. "Yellow was the one effected most by this; I think that she should be the one to decide. Because of that, and also to show her that her opinion matters and that she is accepted here."

Green sighed. "…Fine, I guess that's fair."

"I think that's perfect." Purple chimed in, now seeming much more calm.

"Why not?" Blue's opinion.

With a satisfied nod, White turned to Yellow. "Alright Yellow, what do you think we should do?"

Red felt themselves tense. For some reason, this was even more nerve racking to them then just being sentenced straight to ejection. But also, there was a slight twinge of hope in there? They tried to push it away, but it stayed. It was stubborn.

…Just like Yellow.