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To finally have a host was glorious. With a body, Green could now freely indulge in slaughtering this whole crew. Well, maybe not too freely. As feeble and stupid as these guys were, doing any kind of immediate assault without a plan would surely get him killed. They were a few smart and resourceful ones in this pack and if they banded together, it would be game over.
They would need to be discreet and pick them off as they blindly pointed fingers at each other. He considered options for the first kill to sow the seeds of panic and distrust. The doctor and security detail were threats — keeping them around for too long could be detrimental. However, from the memories of his host, they were able to spot potential underlying scorn for the captain that could be put to use.
Yellow and Brown were glued to the hip and it would be hard to get an opportunity to get either of them alone without the other knowing. Lime, while crazy, seemed resourceful and being able to get in the vents would put a damper on many plans.
Continuing to file through the original Green’s memories a perfect candidate appeared — White. Strangely, they found his idiocy almost charming. A spoilered and ignorant person with zero alignment with anyone here. Maybe their host was a tad faulty? Well, that wouldn’t stop them; they love murder too much.
White would never go on vacation without a glass and bottle of perfectly aged wine. White stared out to the stars, still seated comfortably in the captain’s chair while he lightly twirled the wine glass in his hand. It was a grand view and even with some mishaps (happens all the time) they very much enjoyed the trip so far. The people abroad were certainly varied in personalities. White didn’t often get to tangle with many of their kind. Most especially being Green.
Green…they’re rustic life and upbringing was admirable. Them being willing to climb up the latter to achieve their dream sounded like one of those stories for a protagonist in a movie. Not initially outstanding, but charming. For a farm boy, they had a lot of charm. His mind drifts to the movie with the princess and the frog where the kind, gracious rich best friend supports her friend in the end.
What if they could be like that for Green? Or something more? A benefactor they would oh so grateful for. Like an investment — both would benefit, surely. That would make headlines, but Green wouldn’t mind. If anything, getting to be on camera with him would be delightful for them. After all, it would open opportunities for them.
Green would have no reason to reject them. Yeah! White finds their feet kicking rapidly like a school girl after hearing some delicious gossip.
“Golly, Green, didn’t think a farmer could be so endearing,” they say as they continue to stare into deep space. White didn’t expect the subject of his musing to be at the entrance of the room, spotting them from the reflection of the window.
White almost jumps out of the chair as he yelps in surprise. “Green!” they stammer, spinning the chair and almost spilling his drink. “Glad to see you! I have an excellent proposal!”
“Nice to see you too, White,” they greet him with a wave as they walk closer. “We’re having a party in the cafeteria. Just wanted t—“ Green is interrupted as White captures their hand in his. Green could feel how soft they were, so different from his callous ones. Hands like these could only belong to someone who never had to work a day on a worm farm (or anywhere.)
“I can’t believe I’m saying this, but you really enamored me, Green,” they say, gleefully caressing Green’s hand. “So, I was hoping for us to start dating. I can already see it now…”
White proceeded to ramble on about dates and how much attention this will bring to them. They were distracted — the perfect time to strike them down and begin the killing spree. Yet, Green couldn’t help but keep their hand latched onto White’s.
What’s wrong with them?
White was just a spoiled, ignorant, handsome, charming…oh god.
Green thought on how he could turn this around. They didn’t want to kill White, but the rest of the crew were fair game. A twisted smile came to life as the White continued prattling.
Suddenly, Green pulls White toward them, stealing a tap of their visors. White is quickly hushed from the act.
“Just you and me, White. I won’t be letting you go,” Green declares to them.
White blushes, pulling the hem of his shirt to let out steam from his flustered form. “Wow… I can agree to that! When did you get so bold?”
Little did White know the fate they resigned themself to.