Red emerged from the vent, heart pounding in anticipation. It was finally happening! They were finally going to get their first kill, which meant they were well on their way to becoming a successful impostor at last!
The human must have heard the vent close, for she turned around. No matter. She was still as good as dead.
She smiles at them openly. "Hi, Red! I was wondering when you'd come to find me! We haven't hung out in a while; I've missed you buddy!"
Wait! That voice! They know that voice! This… is not just any crewmate, this is Yellow!
What were they thinking? They can't kill her, she's their friend!
They're about to respond, but suddenly their second mouth, the one they use to eat and to kill, opens of its own accord. It stretches into a Ferrell, predatory grin, and Yellow's eyes widen in alarm. "R-Red? Wh-what?"
They try to close their second mouth, but if anything it opens wider! Then their legs also begin moving on their own, advancing towards Yellow, getting within kill range. They open their first mouth to scream in terror at what's about to happen, what they're about to do, but instead a chuckle comes out. It's a terrifying sound, and even though Red's the one to make it, it chills them to the bone.
Red tries to back away, but she bumps into a wall. She's cornered. "Red, Red no—you can't do this! We're friends, remember? We're friends! We're friends!"
Their first mouth opens on its own. "Oh, you poor naive creature. You really fell for that? As if I'd be friends with you! It's like I told you before, you're pathetic! You should have gotten away when you had the chance, but now it's too late."
No! No! I didn't mean that! I didn't mean any of that! They scream helplessly as they continue their unwilling advance. Please Yellow, I'm sorry! I understand now, I do! I don't want to hurt you! I don't want to hurt any of you! Please let me go! Please let me stop! Please!
Yellow is sobbing now, gazing pleadingly at them. "N-n-n-no, you don't m-mean that! You can't! You don't have to do this! Please Red, please don't kill me, please!"
And then it happens. Their long, pointy tongue bursts from between their needle sharp fangs and—
"Noooooo!" Red bolts upright, breathing heavily, eyes darting about the room rapidly. They're in Yellows room—Yellow! Yellow! Where is she? That couldn't have been real, could it? they couldn't have actually killed her? Murdered the only person that cared about them for them, and not as a tool of destruction.
They hear a rustle and groan on the other side of the room, and look over to see…
"Yellow!" They cry without thinking, ecstatic to find that said crewmate is still among the living. I guess that was just a nightmare, they realized. I haven't had one in so long, and never one so terrible. Seriously, what a horrible dream!
Yellow grunts again, sitting up. She looks terrible, Her hair is a mess and there are deep bags under her eyes. She must not have slept well either, not that i blame her of course.
"What you bein' so lou' for?" She slurs tiredly, rubbing at her face irritably.
"Oh uh—sorry," The impostor mumbles sheepishly. "I didn't mean to wake you up."
"'S fine," She picks up her yellow-cased phone, unplugs it and pokes at the screen for a bit. "It's time to get up anyway."
To say that Yellow felt terrible was an understatement. Frankly she wasn't sure if she'd slept or not; her emotional turmoil accompanied with a slight worry that Red might actually murder her in the night giving her really bad insomnia. Red seemed even worse though; by the sounds they'd just been making, they were surely having a nightmare. This made the twinge in her heart flair up again, but she refused to let herself get too hopeful. She'd not be tricked again.
She shambled, zombie-like, pulling on her suit and gathering up the equipment needed for her tasks scheduled for that day. Red sat nervously on the edge of their bed as she did so, seeming to not quite know what to do with themself. I've had just about enough of this tense atmosphere, She grumbles mentally. I know I should just sit down and have a discussion with Red, but I'm scared. I'm scared they'll tell me what I don't want to hear. But It'd be better if I know, wouldn't it?
I guess… we could talk over breakfast. Food helps any interaction go easier, right? That's why people always eat at family gatherings! Due to her overtired state, Yellow found this little joke funnier than she usually would have and it took all her willpower not to cackle like a maniac.
A/N: this chapter is shorter than usual and I'm sorry about that, but next chapter Red and Yellow are finally going to have an in-depth discussion about what's been happening so I thought it'd be good to separate it like this. Hope you understand.