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So this is Polus… This is home…
Home… what does that mean? A planet he never got to know? An old house located on enemy territory? Did he even have a home?
Purple grew up with stories about his birth planet, but those were nothing but words and images from Grandma Orange.
Grandma Orange…
Ever since the journey on The Skeld started, parts of his memories had been coming back, granted, the only remarkable ones were about Yellow and his parents, the rest were simple little details, thing like locations and such, that in all reality he would've been able to find with just a map and no recollection of that day.
Yet, the more he looked at his surroundings the more he could remember. Things like the snacks from the vending machines, playing in the snow, running around the old laboratory, how young was he?
"Let's get ourselves established and begin to work tomorrow," commanded Cyan, catching Purple's attention, after watching her head over to the cafeteria, Purple decided to stay on the outside with the excuse of wanting to appreciate the scenery, gaining him two suspicious looks from Yellow and Cyan.
I know what you are, little one…
How much did he know? Surely, he could pretend it was paranoia, though Cyan did seem to be on alert, however, he managed to lie his way out of trouble last time, and she seemed different ever since they arrived, surely he could get rid of her first if needed, but Yellow would most likely follow everyone.
"I have to do something…" he thought… "They don't have to know what happened, they do—"
"Communications!" He yelled while running towards The Skeld, getting out his data pad in order to sabotage them, only to find Yellow in the room.
"Did you forget something?
"Y‐yeah, I wanted to report about the impostor incident to Mira…"
"I just did that…" Yellow adjusted his helmet and walked away, looking at Purple all the way out, "Aren't you coming?"
"Sure, just let me catch my breath, I ran to this place, you know…"
" Fuck !" Now what? As Purple pretended to rest, Yellow went away, Purple made sure to sabotage communications even if it was useless by that point, he quickly ran to catch up with Yellow and both headed to the Cafeteria where Cyan was sitting.
"Have some dinner, find a room to sleep in and wake up early tomorrow." Those were her orders. Purple made an excuse of having lost his appetite since the attack and went to sleep.
The old, dusty and disheveled room felt more like the house he grew up in, he made sure the door was locked and threw himself in the bed, not even taking off his suit or helmet, he dozed off to sleep.
Get away from me, get away from me!
Mom! Dad! No! No!
He was alone, on a strange planet, what had she done? Why was she calling herself his grandma? After all she did, what was that place above the clouds? The glass bridged, the strange colors, people he had never seen, what was happening?
"See, this is what they did to their planet, and they are doing that to ours, now, take this and make mommy and daddy proud…" she placed a knife on his hand, before he realized, blood was covering the visor of his helmet, "Good, now, press this, little one…" the lights went off, as she dragged him down the vent.
"They call it Polus, we have another name, they call us impostors, we are something else, your parents made a sacrifice for our people, I made the sacrifice of staying here with you, and you, my child, will make a sacrifice one day…"
She cackled, a shiver ran down his spine, blood covered the walls, guts and bones on the corners, a long black tongue slithering in the air, "See, I did nothing, it was them who killed them for doing what I just did, justice…"
Justice.
Justice.
Revenge.
I know what you are little one.
Purple woke up in a cold sweat, he put his hands on his helmet to make sure it was still there, checking his suit to make sure it was intact, looking around the room to see if nobody was there.
"Orange, Orange, you old hag…" he repeated over and over, "you did this, you did this" he said, " You did this… to them, to me!"
He remembered, every single detail, a child dragged into a war, trembling alone in the darkness, defendless, manipulable, a puppet filled with hate.
He took the data pad to look at the hour, realizing how early it was, waking up and heading towards an empty cafeteria with his last job ahead of him.