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Flashes of red lights flooded the corridors of the Skeld, crimson blood splattered on the walls, Purple dragged Cyan’s body away from the vent, trying to find a good place to hide it, he heard footsteps, making him rush, “A little help, champ,” he said while looking at his child, who has been hiding behind him the whole time.
The kid rushed to help his dad into setting up Cyan’s corpse into any scenario that would make them less suspicious, however, the footsteps grew louder and louder, ending with pink halting in front of them, staring at the corpse and then at Purple.
She nodded, proceeding to help, “Good job, darling,” Pink said, her suit was clean compared to Purple’s, the little child did nothing but to stare at his parents, far too young to understand what was going on.
“Dirty spaceman,” muttered Purple, “That’s what you get…” he removed part of his helmet and spit onto the dead body, revealing a row of sharp teeth next to a long and sharp black tongue, how dared they? Trying to take over a planet that’s not theirs, stealing and hurting all of his kind, treating them like lesser creatures, doing heaven knows what to them.
The thought alone justified all he did, all the other bodies, all the blood, everything.
“I have to thank Orange, this was her idea…”
And speaking of the devil, orange came by, covered in blood and with a broken visor, “They shouldn’t be able to fix o2, we only got a few seconds left.”
Back in their homeland, Orange was the one who proposed the idea of mixing among the crew, of taking action, sabotaging everything.
We kill, we sabotage, it’s our right after what they’ve done, once they’re all gone, we take the ship and give 'em’ a taste of their own medicine.
Her exact words, many called her crazy, blind with rage, ramblings of a person who gone mad and came up with a suicidal mission, but Purple didn’t see it that way, to him, her words were justice, hope, bravery, and he wasn’t letting the opportunity go.
That’s where he met Pink, quick, precise, cunning, it only took them months, and in the time they blended with the crew, back in the laboratory located in what those people called “Polus”, something bloomed on them, which resulted in the little one they had.
Years of gaining trust finally paid off, as now the whole family was there, doing justice, it was justice , no matter what everyone said.
However, nothing could remain perfect, the red lights stopped, so did the emergency siren, “No, no…” muttered Purple, “Little one, stay with me!” the child clutched his father’s leg as the adults planned what to do.
“Pink, come with me!” said Orange, Pink followed as both of them ran towards the cafeteria.
“Don’t worry about us, we got a plan!” yelled Pink.
Purple kneeled down and put his hands on his son’s shoulders, “Now, little one, no matter what they said, we did nothing, you saw nothing, you don’t know who killed Cyan nor the rest, in fact, you didn’t know those people were dead.”
The child nodded and an emergency meeting was called.
Purple ran towards the central table, where Orange held Pink in a tight grasp, blood smeared all over her suit, “It was her! She killed Blue! I saw her!”
Purple’s mouth was wide open, even behind the visor he could see her expression of fear and disbelief, rage invaded his mind, frowning, feeling the heat of his blood through all of his body, “Says you, the one with the broken visor! You have blood too!” he protested, voice cracking as he spoke.
“I was defending myself! She tried to attack me!”
“N-No, I didn’t—”
“—Silence! You did this to all of them!” said yellow, keeping his son behind him. Both kids trembled in fear as the voting began.
Purple pleaded, tried to convince everyone it wasn’t pink, yet all he got was condolences from people who voted his wife off, thinking of him as a grieving man in denial.
Her screams as she was thrown off the airlock made him shiver, he cried, kicked and screamed, hugging their son, weeping, whimpering as a mother and a wife died in front of their eyes.
Purple stood in silence, heart aching, patting his child’s head as the poor kid couldn't stop crying.
Only three left, only three..
Yellow was the perfect target, alone on electrical, kid nowhere to be seen. He sneaked through the vent and striked.
A knife to the throat, then multiple stabs on the heart, cutting and slashing in a fit of rage until White entered through the door,
Purple was dragged towards the airlock, “My son! My son!” he screamed as Black held little Purple and little Yellow.
The moment he was ejected he saw Orange shooting Black and then White, waving goodbye at him while keeping the children away from view.
“Avenge us all, my child…” he said with his last breath, and on that moment he swore he saw Pink next to him, holding his hand like she used to do, “Make us proud, little one…”