A/N: Guys please help, these guys are now my comfort characters! Thinking about them cuddling helps me sleep at night! I can't hold back anymore! I tried to stop myself by writing angst, but the feeling is just too strong now! I'm going to clog up The Skeld with fluff! AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!

Yellow drifted peacefully out of sleep, slowly returning to the waking world with a contented little sigh. She hadn't been this comfortable in a long time. Don't get her wrong, The Skeld's beds weren't terrible, per se, but they couldn't possibly compare to the soft plush of her bed back on Earth. So she was certain that it had to be Red, still rumbling in that unique alien way of theirs as they slept, that was making her feel so cozy.

Yellow wasn't sure how exactly they were doing it, or why, but seeing as they seemed to be just as content as she was right now, then it must be a good thing, right? It sure as heck felt like a good thing at least, sending tingly vibes throughout her whole body along with their warmth. If she wasn't so well rested now, she'd probably fall back under its sleepy spell again. But for now she just snuggled closer, enjoying the sensation. She didn't have the heart to wake them up as they'd not slept well last night either and needed the rest.

Subconsciously, Yellow began ever so gently poking at them. They were pleasantly squishy, like a giant stress ball. That should have been a dead giveaway way back when, but apparently Yellow was that oblivious somehow.

She moves down to their belly. Much to her fascination, she doesn't feel anything resembling lips, or $thing that could turn into a mouth. They don't even seem to have a belly button! They're completely smooth! Wow, I know a girl back home who would kill for skin this flawless! Yellow thought amusedly. This didn't stop the girl from wondering how the heck Red's powers worked though, and she searched desperately for a clue.

Suddenly a warm hand gently rested on top of hers, effectively stopping it from moving. Yellow gasped in suprpise, and looked up to see that Red was now very much awake and gazing quizzically at her.

"Oh! Uh... hi," she stammered, giggling nervously.

"Hi." Red replied drowsily. "What're you doing?"

"I—where'd it go?" She was much too baffled at the moment to think about social expectations. But Red was well, Red, they wouldn't mind.

"Where'd what go?" Well, maybe they might mind her being extremely vague; that was a factor she hadn't thought to account for.

"The huge mouth in your stomach." She clarifies. "I mean that wasn't some sort of dream or something right? You did eat a terribly prepared piece of meat with a bellymouth, didn't you?"

Red fidgets a little. "Um... yes that happened."

"Okay so where the heck is it?"

"It's gone."

"Yeah I can see that, but gone where?"

Red sighs. "I'm a shapeshifter, Yellow. My second mouth will only be there when I want or need it to be."

Yellow remembers what Red said yesterday about this not being their true form and smiles. "Cool! So, you can like, do other stuff with your body too?"

"As long as I have the basic

structure of it, I could shift into almost anything."

"Oooh!" Yellow sits up, clapping her hands together in excitement. "Can I see? Pretty please? I wanna see your bellymouth again!"

The impostor seems apprehensive at this prospect. "Uh... I don't know if..."

"Aw, come on! Pleeeeeeease?" She tries to get out her puppy dog eyes, as she had been told they were irresistible many times by her uncle. "I promise I won't freak out or judge you. I'm ready for it this time, and I wanna get to know you better. The real you."

Red thinks for a moment, then slowly, finally, they nod. "...Alright."

"Yaaaaay! Thanks, Red!"

Red nods then gets out of bed, stretching. Yellow pulls herself from the covers, sitting on the edge facing the impostor, legs dangling. She smiles encouragingly at them. "Whenever you're ready, Red. No rush."

Red takes a deep breath to ready themself, and then it's there! Their bellymouth appears just like that, opening to reveal the needle sharp fangs contained within. Yellow can't help but stare. "Wow! So cool!"

Red fidgets on the spot nervously. "D-do you really think so?"

Yellow can't help but find it funny that they look so vulnerable standing before her like this, as if she was seeing them naked or something. Even though they could rip her apart so easily, you'd think by their timid demeanor that it was the opposite of that. Though she supposed that maybe for them, it did feel like that. Usually, if people around them knew that they were an impostor, then that was the end of the line for them. But now, they didn't need to worry about being ejected for simply being them, and Yellow would continue to encourage them to come out of their shell and be themself until they felt just as accepted by her as she felt by them. And, should any of her other crewmates disagree with this line of thought, well let's just say that they wouldn't be doing that for long. Yellow was not about to lose her vent buddy again!

"I do." She says honestly, and feels a warm bubble of happiness inside herself when both of Red's mouths curve upwards into a pair of nervous [but happy] smiles. It was creepy, and adorable at the same time. But most of all, it was Red.

"So how sharp are those teeth, anyway?" Yellow wonders out loud. "Like what's the toughest thing you've ever managed to bite through?"

The impostor ponders this for a moment. "Uh... a metal table leg?"

"Holy crap!" The girl exclaimed before she could stop herself. "Wh—"

"Long story."

Yellow nods dazedly. She knew that mouth and theirs must be strong, but that? "And your tongue... how long is it?"

Red hesitates for a moment, before turning sideways and sticking out their tongue. Yellow watches in wonder as it stretches almost all the way across the room! "This is as long as it is by default, but I could probably go even longer if I needed to. Still, we all usually prefer hitting at close range, packs more of a punch that way."

Yellow stands up so she can get a closer look, approaching slowly. "Incredible," She mutters under her breath. She then inhales deeply, not sure if she was going too far. "Can... uh... may I touch it?"

Even though Yellow didn't normally care much about using correct grammar, she wasn't sure which word to use. She was asking permission, obviously, but she also wanted to know if touching Red's second tongue would hurt her, or possibly them.

Said alien tilts their head in contemplation. "I guess if you stayed away from the tip you'll be fine."

Yellow sighed softly. She was more concerned about Red at this point, but she supposed she'd take what she could get. They'd tell me if I was hurting them or making them uncomfortable, right?

Carefully Yellow reached down and prodded at the slimy organ, feeling the muscles within it twitch and flex a bit in response to her touch. "It's sticky!"

Red nods. "Helps grab things."

Yellow raises her hand and gazes in fascination at the alien fluids clinging to her fingertips before wiping them on her suit. "By the way, have you been eating chocolate recently?"

Yellow's eyes widened. "H-How?"

"I could taste it on your fingers," The impostor says as though it's the most obvious thing ever.

"B-b-but," Yellow stutters in shock. "I washed my hands at least five times since then!"

Red shrugs. "Well yeah, I could taste the soap too. But it's weak so it wasn't that bad."

"Red," Yellow says desperately. "You can't tell anyone about my secret stash! Not even MIRA knows about it, and if you tell it'll be gone in like a second!"

"My lips are sealed." Red says with conviction as they pull in their tongue and their second pair of lips does just that. They turn to face Yellow again. "You must have it very well hidden."

"I do," she agrees. "and I'm not telling where." Curiously, she pokes at their now smooth belly again. "Wow, it's really gone now!"

"Hehe." Yellow looks up in surprise at the sound to see that Red is giggling. Her eyes widen.

"You're ticklish!?"

"What—" Whatever the impostor was planning on saying, they never got around to finishing it. Yellow, seeing her opening, began attacking their stomach with both hands. They weren't expecting this at all, and burst into uncontrollable laughter.

Yelled had never heard Red laugh before. She decided she very much liked the sound of it. When it looked like they needed some air, she let up, allowing them to catch their breath.

"What was that?" Red asked after they'd gasped a few times. "What... did you just do?"

"Tickled you!" Yellow replies with a playful smile. "I didn't think about you being ticklish before, but dang you are super sensative."

"Is that so? I wonder, does that happen to you, too?"

Curiously, Red pokes at her belly. "Eep!" But before she can escape, she finds herself being held off the ground and tickled mercilessly. "Ahahahahaha! Red! Please! I surrender!"

Red [reluctantly] stops, and lets her go. "That's so weird, but also kind of amusing."

"Jeez, you are brutal!"Yellow manages between gasps.

Red smirks. "Good to know that my training paid off, at least a little."

"Training..." Suddenly it dawns on Yellow that she had woken up in her room, and the last thing she remembered before that was hugging Red in the dining room. "Oh jeez! I didn't mean to fall asleep! I'm supposed to be doing my tasks right now!" She lunges to grab her phone, only to be stopped by Red.

"It's okay," they say, putting a hand on her shoulder. "White's letting you take the day off."

Yellow sighed in relief. First she got her vent buddy back, and now she has a free day to spend with them. Life is good.

"I'd still like to know what time it is, though."

Red picks up their own phone, and Yellow wonders where they got it from. "It's about two in the afternoon."

"Aw crap, now both of our sleep schedules'll be outa whack! But meh, at least we've got a couple hours of fun ahead of us."