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White sat in the captain's chair, it was not as comfortable as their chairs at home but it was better than the hard, uncomfortable plastic seats that plagued the cafeteria. Speaking of the Cafeteria white could vaguely hear the members of the crew of the ship talking in it, they must've fixed the problem in storage, welp it wasn't their issue to deal with. White swirled the glass of dark red wine around that they had snuck into ship, it was like a small river of blood that gleamed in the soft lights of navigation.
White was about to take a sip of the blood red wine when they heard the door of navigation slam shut, white instantly turned their chair around. There stood a familiar unpaid intern that white had met during their entrance into the skeld.
Green stood there silently, the door clearly closed behind them, white took notice of the way green stood, hunched over, their visor dull almost like they were dead. Before white could even ask what was wrong a flesh coloured tentacle shot out at them, wrapping around them like they were a mouse and it was a snake. The tentacle squeezed white tightly, causing them to be unable to speak. Greens visor gleamed and smirked as they spoke;
"Well hello White.."
their voice was no longer the kind and anxious crewmates which white had grown accustomed to, but it was cold, calculating..... And sorta hot. Whites faces flushed a deep red, sorta hot? What were they thinking. The tentacle which had wrapped around them tightened as green drew close.
"From the memories I gained from this new body, I truly feel I won't have a single guilty fault about killing you, after all you are just a snobby little nepo-baby." Green snickered to themself as they held white up.
The realisation dawned onto white that this is where they will die, and honestly. White couldn't care less, they were more thinking about the fact that green, or as white suspected wasn't even green, had insulted them in a way no one had before. Usually white was showered in praises but this was an exception. Whites visor sparkled as their blush only grew deeper, if they had been able to make a sound they would've probably swooned.
Green stared at whites face blankly, the contrasting deep red compared to their white skin was clearly noticeable and the lack of crying was something Green was not used to, usually when they killed someone they would cry, even beg, yet this nepo-baby was looking at them like they were blue, the hot doctor that everyone, including their fellow impostor orange, had swooned over. This comparison caused a realisation in green. Their visor contorted into a look of almost disgust, they chuckled.. you have got to be kidding, was this crewmate seriously into this. Since they were going to die anyway, green thought they might aswell give them what they want.
The tentacle that wrapped around white was digging into their skin, now it was starting to truly hurt, white winced at this pain, it was the worst paint they had ever felt in their life, which wasn't much to go off since they were a sheltered child who never was allowed to get hurt. But still as they felt the tentacles dig into their soft unscathed skin they couldn't help but think that this was how they were truly going to die, however just as white was seeing darkness the tentacles released slightly. White gasped for the air they desperately needed, they couldn't breath for long as green quickly snagged white towards them into a kiss, it was violent and intruding, and yet white enjoyed every moment of it, the suddenness, the aggressiveness, the way the tentacle squeezed white tightly almost pulling their head back slightly, all of it was suprisingly enjoyable for white.
The kiss seemed to last forever, while green had initiated the kiss and attempted to be aggressive, white almost took over despite being unable to move their tongue explored greens, leaving the both of them being unable to breathe. Deciding this was enough green slid a tentacle down whites throat, white felt the sharp pain down his throat, it felt like something was slicing it from the inside, which it was. White winced at the pain, attempting to gasp for air as they tasted blood filling their mouth.
Deciding that this was enough Green broke the kiss, the tentacle untangling white, retreating back to green as they walked out of the navigation, white stood there stunned for a moment, a hand on their throat they look at the now open navigation door. Their body felt cold against the ships air, almost like their body had gotten used to the tentacle that had been wrapped around them. They yearned for that warmth that they had felt as they staggered out of navigation, their hands shaking as they guided themselves using the walls, their head and throat ached, their vision was blurry as they swayed from side to side, slowly they entered the cafeteria where they saw green standing there amongst the other members of the crew. White attempted to speak, to say something, anything. As they attempted to speak all they could taste was blood as it rushed out of their throat. Their head coming clean off.
White stood there watching their head collapse onto the ground and their blood spill out like the wine they had been drinking moments earlier. They watched as the crewmates fussed over the body and panicked.. they looked down at their slightly translucent hands.. they really were dead. Their face reddened as they came to the realisation of what they had just done, what they had felt before their death. They looked up to see two other ghosts, one of the HR worker that had introduced them to the skeld and gave them the tour, orange and next to them a very confused, and slightly flustered green. Fuck they would have alot of explaining to do...