Log II | Killer Party

Lime, who was doing her task in O2, was caught offguard by the sudden power outage in lights again. She was slightly horrified, having dropped her stuff and hiding in the farthest left corner as she could. She hoped she wasn't being hunted, and she preyed that she'd be fine, but to her surprise she heard nothing. So she decided to hide in one of the converters that she had her back to, for they felt empty and roomy inside. And that would be her best chance at hiding, so she figured. But her first mistake was crawling to where she dropped her equipment. But that was where things went wrong. Suddenly she heard a step, and being grabbed and thrown by the back of the neck back into her corner dazed her slightly. Her helmet cracked from the force, her spine was aching in pain, and she cried in pain as the doors to navigation, weapons, and shields shut. It was a perfect horror move, and while dazed Lime frantically try backing up to no avail, her assailant drew near. She felt a flurry of emotions, lust for she was a masochist, fear from the red beads staring her down, and horror from the wicked smile under the helmet. "We meet again, Rochelle. Why don't we have some fun~?"

This spiked her alarm of rape hard, and all she did was scoot to the side as a her right arm was grabbed. She struggled and struggled, but this strength from her assailant was too good. She couldn't beat it, and it made her whimper as her helmet was forcefully ripped up, hitting her in the back of the head before being dropped off into the darkness. She only gasped at the strength this person had, and looked terrified as his helmet came off. The voice was male, who's was it? She just couldn't tell, and that was a major problem as a knife gleaned in the darkness. This made everything more terrifying, but her body, god did it feel heavy. She must've not slept well enough for it to be like this, and so she started breathing rapidly. Beginning to hyperventilate as she tried breathing.

"Please no! I beg of you!" She slightly shouted slightly whimpered, it was all in between. And after some time the killer just grabbed her by the neck, pinned her to the wall, and connected lips with her. The knife slid harmlessly along her suit, from her thigh to her stomach, and was rather dirty. It felt bumpy, like their was a coating, Lime only felt the parting of lips and a gasping moan for air as she looked to the ground.

"Look at me love, don't pass out on me now." That slightly jolted Lime awake, but she was so tired that she mumbled incoherent words as the assailant chuckled. He then placed his crotch against hers, being sickly perverted as he kissed her again. His pushing against her body made her feel lovie-dovie. As she tiredly wrapped her arms around his neck, she only mumbled into his chest.

"I just...need to...rest..." She didn't feel threatened anymore, and soon her assailant put her down and left. Then minutes later lights came on and White checked up on her, and was dismayed at what he found. She was bruised on the back of the head, some bleeding from the head wound she received. How she got it was unknown, but she was definitely attacked, that's for sure. White brought her back to the medical bay, getting her checked out as she slept.

-------Time-Skip-------

Time past by quicker than a cheetah sprinting, and soon Lime would awake to the sound of partying. Black had taken care of her, but he was now gone with Cyan to the party in cafeteria. As she awoke, stretching sore, in pain arms, legs, back, everything basically. she only looked to her left, for she was the 2nd bed on the left, and saw that their wasn't any light coming from cafeteria. Then she noticed that no lights were on in medical, which put fear in her heart as she clumsily tripped and fumbled off the bed. She slightly coughed, having some blood come up since she was a fragile one. No one heard her surprisingly, and low and behold that she was in reach of her assailant. And her assailant was watching, from the doorway, leaning against it as he watched. He only advanced forward, wanting a piece of her as he held his knife. It didn't glean this time, and only his eyes could be seen as Lime looked up. But too late she was at reacting, for she was forcefully thrown further down into med bay, making her hit a cart, filled with medical equipment. This assailant was toying with her, and she knew it. But what did he want? What was his goal?

"Your awfully quiet," This was only met by silence, "well I can help with that~." Suddenly pressing the knife against her bare arm, Lime would whimper slightly at the decreased pain she felt. How dosed was she, was she really on morphine right now? Time went by slow though, as her assailant cut into her skin while she laid still. She only flinched away at the slightest pain, now crying because she was in fear for her life. Sure he hadn't killed her yet, but what was stopping him from doing it now? She was stopped from flinching, but the man suddenly let her go as he stood tall. He was too strong, and she was semi-fit, semi that is. While she whimpered and crawled away, her assailant only slowly forwarded himself. Which made things really creepy for her, and her masochist side showed from the pain, for she kind of liked it but didn't. This wasn't the pain she was expecting, not the pain she wanted, and as she saw nothing but his eyes. She didn't know what he was doing, but feeling him getting on top of her. She was so scared, it was like you could cut her fear with the knife the assailant had.

Suddenly though, she out-bursted. "J-just kill me already or love me, stop toying with me!!" She yelled this quite loud, surprised the music didn't stop or the sound of hollering came back. Guess this ship was sound proofed enough with closed doors to assist. This made the assailant stop though in his tracks, and only cup her cheek as he brought her into a kiss. This was so erratic, what was this man after: her heart, or her head? Letting go of the kiss though, she cried out in a whisper "W-what do you want f-from me?" This made the man stop once more, and only made him stand up as he picked up Lime. She squealed at this sudden approach. He gave no answer, gave no response, he only moved her to the bed, and got on top of her.

He was now in between her legs, kissing his way up her stomach as he finally whispered into her ear. "Your fear is so tasteful, I just wish to have more as we savor each other's embrace one day." This made her blush full throttle, and she squealed at his kisses as she wrapped her legs around him. He chuckled darkly, and only continued as she blushingly put her hands to her cheeks, embarrassed that this was how she'd be loved someday, sooner or later. She though felt the passion emitting from her secret passage, and her body began to warm as she squealed even more. This excited the assailant gave made her squirm, and he continued until he was kissing her breasts softly. This happened for a long time, until the doors that close the hallway to medical and engine open. The assailant was so fast that he left without a sound. Only the vent could be heard, and the lights of medical came on as blushing Lime only hid herself. She was unharmed, for the most part. Time flew by, and Lime was discharged back to her quarters in O2. Later that night she got a visit from her assailant, who had locked her door in attempt to stop her from running. This time was different though.

As the door shut to her quarters, Lime laid down and fell asleep rather quickly. That night felt long, but it had only been minutes for what her assailant did to her. She felt to hot, so lustful from his actions; she wanted more. She wanted to feel him this time, maybe get her own taste as she dozed off into a lustful sleep. During the night her door opened again, and closed rather softly. Who entered was a mystery, and this didn't awake her. While she slept under her covers, her suit almost off her, she would unconsciously feeling a tugging thought. Someone's watching, someone's here. Sooner or later a hand grasped her leg, held it in an upward position, as the sound of unzipping could be heard. This finally woke her up, and she woke up like she had a nightmare. She fell off the bed due to how she woke up, and found herself in a lot of pain. She was gasping, and hadn't noticed the looming presence in the room. She was unaware, until she heard breathing not her own.

Everything slowed down, and all she did was turn slowly as she felt a warm hand brush her cheek. She knew who it was now, this hand wasn't mistakable. "You like m-!" Before she could even speak the name, she was kissed passionately. That and he grabbed her by the rear and hoisted her against him. She squealed from all this, just melting at the approach he took as she pulled away. "This is very unexpected, I-I thought you to b-be well mannered." This made the man chuckle, as he only put her on the bed and got in between her legs like last time. This time she felt it prodding at her, and she lustfully giggled as she kissed him softly. "Someone's eager, why don't we spice the night up~?" The assailant only kissed Lime, making her moan as he slid his tongue into her mouth. It was kind of odd, but love was love, and he might have almost killed her, but she thought he was worth it. For the man she now knew was all worth it.

That night they spent was full of passion and ecstasy, and no one heard it, even with how loud it was. By morning both lovers woke up, and the assailant now seen in the light, was Connor, White. Lime only giggled as she felt his bare chest, how ripped he was compared to the others was astonishing. It just amazed her at how well he kept himself at, he must work out a lot she thought. Then feeling his arms wrap around her waist, she only giggled more as she buried her head into the crook of his neck. He was awake, both eyes closed, and holding Lime close as the covers blocked most of their bodies. Lucky they were when the door opened, Cheryle, Pink, had come to check up on Lime. Seeing White in the bed, looking naked, made her blush madly as she suddenly closed the door and ran off. She wouldn't tell anyone, or that's what White hoped whoever was at the door wouldn't do. Only time would tell, as both kissed passionately before getting cleaned. They showered together, White helping Lime softly as they did it like it was nothing. Lime pinched White's left cheek, giving a cooing noise as she kissed him softly.

They then finally got dressed, and exited Lime's room holding hands as Lime got to work. Lights didn't go out at all this time, until midday that is. But that was the life of Lime, living in horror until she was face to face with her assailant, White. Now she lived happily, somewhat that is, still fearful of White. But she trusted him enough, and he didn't kill her, making her more trusting of him than most. Sure he was leader of their crew, but she never dreamed he would love her back. Time went by slowly during the lights out, though that wasn't happening til midday (for specific reasons), and we moved on from the story of Lime, to the story of Pink. She seemed content with what she was doing. Right now she was cooking, cooking a nice feast for the halfway journey partying they all had. She always cooked a feast, for she seemed to never run out of supply. Sure they had endless amounts, but she knew where to hold back and all that. Suddenly Lime and White enter cafeteria, and down into the kitchen where Pink was. Pink had a pink apron on, some jeans, and a nice white shirt. She had no space suit on, rocking her beautiful natural black hair and and nose piercings. She was the rock-ster of the group, and wasn't shunned for it; she was rather accepted actually, which made her love the crew she was with. Though when she saw Lime and White holding hands. She only squealed.

"No way! I must be dreaming. White and Lime, your so cute it makes me wanna die of cuteness!" Both Lime and White blushed, for they didn't know what reaction they would get, but for Lime, this was close to what she saw. Both thanked the praise from Pink, knowing she was only complimenting that they were a cute couple. After sometime, Pink created some nice smoothies for Lime and White, both suited to their likings. A bloodshot smoothie for White, and a mango smoothie for Lime. Pink though only giggled more, seeing how the two talked, sipped, talked and sipped some more. It was a good relationship she thought, and hopefully it would prosper to be a everlasting love forever. Pink sighed at that thought, no one had given her a glance that they loved her like White did Lime. Which made her feel jealous, but she wasn't the overreactive type to be dramatic or do anything crazy. But it made her long for love, long for that companionship that she's been missing out on. What she didn't know though, was someone did love her, in secret. This person will also be unknown, for he may or may not be crazy somewhat. This unknown person was as the quiet and shy type of the group, though we haven't told you who. You will soon learn, that all looks can be deceiving. In came brown, who was bubbly from doing his tasks so quick. He was always the fastest of the group, other than White and Black. Brown had brown eyes coincidentally.

This made Pink fluster when she was grabbed from behind, for Brown did this all the time to get at her as she exclaimed in a cute way. "Stop stop stop! You know I don't like sudden touching from behind!" Brown smirking, took off his helmet and looked Pink in the eyes.

"And what are you gonna do about it, be cutsy made about it?" Pink crossed her arms, flustered and frustrated at Brown. Ever since they got to know each other, Pink was suspicious of Brown at first, but when he stopped being quiet and one day hugged her; only then did she finally stop vying that it was him. And after so long, they had grown a special bond, one she didn't even notice. His hugging didn't bother her, but while she was cooking, that was a no no. She could've easily swatted him with the knife she was wielding, hurt him or worse! But she was glad she didn't.

"You best be glad that I didn't stab you with the knife I had. I swear, you are so reckless!" This made brown chuckle and laugh, only intensifying her frustration even more as she continued her business flustered. Lime and White saw the secret connection Pink and Brown shared. Though only Brown was the one who truly noticed it. He was the more open of the two, and was rather unclingy about things when it came to vanity or touching. He was just a really affectionate guy, when you get to know him that is! After some time, now only being thirty minutes from midday. Pink was now cooking lunch for everyone, which was grilled cheese and sliced strawberries. She cooked what everyone could eat, for the two reforming impostors on board though, only Pink knew what to do. Going to the freezer of the kitchen, Pink unlocked the storage door and entered the rather chilly room. Though she seemed unaffected, she pulled out a fresh slab of deer meat and heftily carried it to the kitchen. When back at the kitchen, she made up a selection of sliced raw meat, at which would be concealed in certain grilled cheese's and specifically handed out to the two reforming Impostors. They did have one Impostor on board who was unknown, and they didn't know who it was, but she'd hopefully figure out and make friends with them, for she saw good in the Impostors. She saw good in them only because of White and Black.

Time flew by, and as Lunch was about to start at 12 PM, the lights cut out. Lime and White had left to do tasks, Lime blowing White a kiss as they departed. No one was wearing their suits. But they had color coding outfits. Or normal clothes, and lots of them with their main suit colors imprinted in said clothes. It was still a way of identifying people for some who couldn't remember names, such as Blue or Red. Both loved each other deeply, but both had bad memory! Any who, Pink was startled like Lime had always been, dropping her things and instead stood in the darkness! She then saw the doors to the kitchen close, making everything even darker, more like pitch black. This startled her, and she started frantically looking around, trying to see if she could see anything. To no avail or miracle helped her, so she turned on her wrist light, which was a poor version of a flashlight. It barely illuminated her surroundings. barely reaching even five inches in front of her. She was whimpering, suddenly hearing a clattering behind her. No scrambling she grabbed the knife she was using, pointing it in the direction of the sound. Suddenly her light died, and she cried out as she felt someone draw near.

"Stay back, I-I'll hurt you! I swear" She was like Lime, a stuttering mess as her assailant was also an Impostor. Why she was being hunted, no idea. Why was she being target, unknown. It was all in the details, and all her brain thought was run. But she couldn't see, and the Impostor most likely could. So she stood still, and suddenly felt something lash out at her. She felt the wind coming though, making her duck and avoid the attack as she balled up. She wasn't a fighter, sure she was brave in certain situations. But other than being confident, she had no worthy fighting capabilities. Then she felt a hand on her head, and a hand pulling her face up as she meet the Impostor's red beady eyes. She only whimper, dropping her knife, all the while shaking in her outfit as the apron was untied. She didn't want to die, and she didn't want to end like this. So she jolted to the side, hopefully nothing was in the way, if memory served her correctly. Luckily nothing was, so she landed out of the Impostor's grasp as she crawled away. She wanted to live, but feeling a hand drag her back made her yell in fear as she flailed and kicked. She wasn't a fighter, but she would resist all she could as the hand let go. No one would probably hear her, but she tried. "Someone help! Please help!" Then feeling a weight on her back and a hand on her mouth, she cried out again as she felt something bulging at her rear. It wasn't anything on her, which made her cry in fear as she imagined the worst.

She only struggled now, not wanting this to be the way she went. But the hand softened, and a shooing noise was all that was heard form behind her. She was confused, why wasn't she dead already, wouldn't she be dead by now. But her thoughts were scrambled among the many others in her head. She couldn't make out what was happening. But as she felt the tug on her pants, she cried out. "Not like this, please don't do this!" This made the tugging stop, and a sudden rushing of feet were heard. Those footsteps distantly died out. And soon they were heard no more. The door had open all the while, and up came the lights soon enough. Now balling up, Pink was on the floor crying, to shocked by what almost just happened. She was sobbing so badly that it could be heard down in storage. Then the rushing of feet could be heard again, but Pink was too emotionally caught in a crisis that she ignored the sounds around her. She had a hand over her head, her eyes wide and terrified.

She was a mess right now, and who came to the aid, none other than Brown, Black, and even White! Others were there too, and soon everyone was comforting Pink. She was a rock-ster, but she was fragile like Lime. To be honest, she was more insecure about herself than Lime was, and Pink was a rock-ster. But she was like this due to her father, who unfortunately beat her and sadly raped her. She was an unlucky child, but had good friends who knew her past. Brown was the most upset for some reason, why would someone do this, to his best friend Pink?! This enraged him, and he was being held back by White as to not break his hand against the wall. Brown was upset at himself, why couldn't he have been there. She needed him, and he couldn't know until it was almost too late. Later that night, Pink was in bed, still having those fearful thoughts go through her head as she couldn't sleep. She finally decided to get up, and headed to the kitchen. It was a very unwise decision to not go with anyone, but she need a drink. And she was the chef, so she knew what she wanted, or anyone wanted. Not that she was the best, but among the crew, she was respected as the chef. As she entered kitchen, a pair of glowing red eyes met hers. This struck fear into her heart, and made her step back as the unknown assailant neared her.

She wanted to run, but the moment of what happened earlier today ran through her head. What would've happened if she hadn't cried out. Oh, it traumatized her, it gorged her in half at the thought of what would have happened. Pink was now in pajamas, and this time without a weapon. The assailant cut any lights that were on, making everything more horrifying. She only stood, entranced and stilled by fear itself. She couldn't move, couldn't speak, yell, scream...nothing. She was utterly defenseless, and all she did was let the enemy draw near as a hand reached out to her. As her face was touched, a kiss was planted, and this froze Pink. Why was she kissed, and what was the aim of this Impostor. She then felt hands on her hips, and while entranced in fear was shuffled into the kitchen. Now unknowingly laying on a table, Pink was being touching in horrendous ways. Her boobs were violated, her pussy fingered, she was even tongue kissed, but the fear, the moments that played from earlier today played in her mind. Keeping her forever tranced in a stone-like look while the assailant had his way. She then passed out, and only remembered vivid pushes against her as she blacked out.

Morning came, and Pink awoke almost naked in bed. She thought she was wearing pajamas, but she was now in her bra and panties. Laying beside her was her teddy bear, which she hugged intensely as she tried remembering last night. Nothing came forward though, only pain and suffering was what she remembered. Suddenly blanking, Pink got up, got dressed, showered oddly enough, and exited her room. She was housed on the other side of cafeteria, for the smell of food was always tempting, even for a chef! She entered the kitchen, ready to cook as everyone came for morning breakfast. No one did tasks, it was an early or last night shower, get dressed in the morning, and then off to work. It was the same as usual, Pink would make everyone's usual morning meal, that being cereal for some, medium rare meat for two, and smoothies for others. It was a mixed delight for her, and she only used the needed amount. After breakfast was done, everyone split off to do their things. Tasks were piled today, for everyone was given more than usual. The ship needed more maintenance, and right now, it needed their attention.

After everyone ate, things went normally as they could've been. Pink was in the kitchen, prepping meals, mainly drinks and beverages. Cooking the meals before lunch was even here was reckless, the food might go bad quickly or worse! But while she prepped, the alert when off. Something was wrong with something, so she took out her task tablet for tasks. She would find out Oxygen was being messed with, and so she stayed where she was. Lime could handle it, and whoever else was on right side and in Admin. It was a simple task, so she believed in her crewmates as the tasks were completed. This was a nonchalant crew, with two reforming Impostors, and a loose Impostor. They had their fears and doubts, but they believed. Why they believed, because of White and Black. If two Impostors who are meant to kill try to reform, then why not give them the chance at it and believe that even bigger grander things can happen!

Time went slow for the rest of the day, lunch happened, tasks went on, people kept monitoring their selves. Life was good, for sometime. The lights went out again, near nighttime. No one did a thing, except Black and White. Both patrolled, and while they patrolled, they noticed nothing. Being in the kitchen had it's perks. But there was a vent, making Pink fearful. When she heard that vent she freaked. She gunned it for the main door, this time she had to do something. She didn't want to die, she didn't want to have anything happen to her, She just wanted to live, and that's what she was gonna do. But as she barely reached her exit, it closed on her. More importantly it closed on her hand, making her scream in pain as it was crushed. This would take a lot to come undone, and even then, there was nothing anyone could do. The stranger in the room though grabbed her by that neck, and forced threw her back, ripping her from her hand in the most painful way. She creamed unforgivable loud, and tears could be felt and seen by the assailant as Pink bawled her eyes out. The pain was unimaginable, and she could only scream as a hand covered her mouth. But she kept screaming, until her throat was being clenched by a hand. she started flailing like last time, and only fought as she cried in pain. It hurt so much, but survival meant everything.

This incident would be the changing fate of Pink, for the lights were still off, and it was rather dark. The only thing she could make out was a black hand, and it looked oily, greasy. It was like a monsters hand was holding it, and it might as well be one as she cried through the assailant's hand. She was weak, weakest of them all, but she struggled, like anyone should. She soon felt a knife though, and a dark, monstrous whisper was all she could listen to. "Stop crying, and maybe I'll mend your hand." This instilled fear into Pink, and soon she began calming down. She tried her best, but fear, dread, and horror filled her mind as the pain resonated once more. Now that she quieted down though, the killer, with his beady red eyes, stared down at his defenseless victim. "Good, now hold still." Suddenly, she was latched onto by her forever gone hand, and felt something forming where her right hand once was. After sometime, the assailant let his tentacle like appendage leave, and where her hand was, was the same one she lost. She only looked up to the assailant's eyes, which felt like she was being studied.

"W-why?" This made a smirk silently form on her assailant's face, and he only leaned down and got on top of Pink as she fell fully to the floor. Now with her back against the cold hard ground, she could only feel fear as her assailant sniffed her. Then appendages latched suddenly to her legs, making her whimper at the sudden move while her hands were pinned above her head. She started struggling once more, making her assailant growl as he lifted and slammed her into the ground. This knocked the wind out of her, and sent a rather dull shockwave through the ship. Everyone heard it, but couldn't locate it as Pink tried to breath. It felt so hard, it felt like her body went into shock as she had a hard time struggling.

"Now be quiet! Because your mine as of now." This put terror into Pink, making her regain control of herself. She weakly struggled, barely moving as the slam had winded her pretty badly. She though began to breath again, and movement got slightly faster, but the pain of the slam did a number on her muscles. She only felt slightly paralyzed, but just enough to instill even more terror as she only squirmed and cried. She didn't want anything to happen, she didn't want to be murdered, killed, tortured, anything of the above that included death.

"Please d-don't do this. I want to live, p-please!" This made the assailant growl again, and he only put the knife to her neck, again, as he stood quiet. He was menacing, even now. This made her quiet again, and as the assailant positioned himself between the legs and against Pink made her go wide in her eyes. She was so scared now, and even more since it brought terrible memories from her childhood back. This was a nightmare all over again, and she didn't like it one bit as she went into shock. This was the assailant's moment, but he didn't take it as he pressed his lips against the bare neck of Pink. He was trying to be soft, as soft as he could be for some reason. He still had her pinned, but he slowly unpinned her hands and let them do their own bidding as he didn't realize she was in shock. He was a monster, an alien, and he couldn't tell that she was in shock!?! What kind of idiot could miss the most obvious state in what this girl was in.

Light's still hadn't come on, but the killer, the killer could see just fine. What was taking Brown so long to get lights on, was he dead? Or was he missing? No one knew, for White couldn't find him, as Black stayed in Medical now from needing to do some tasks in his clinic as he called it. "Oh Pink, I've wanted this for a long time. Your body, you and-!" He finally noticed, after having planted a soft kiss on her cheek, he only now realized her eyes. They were wide, not staring at him, and were devoid of life. She was breathing yes, but they looked dead, like she was a husk. He then backed off her, and put a hand to her face as he whispered into her ear. "Pink! Listen to me, wake up sweetie! Listen to my voice, I'm here...for you..." This slightly jolted her, for the voice became slightly similar to a certain individual as Pink stirred. She didn't say anything, but was now staring into the infinite blackness around her as her legs were still pinned. Though after her assailant let her go, she was free. Then seconds later, she passed out, making the assailant shocked as he left through the vent and hightailed it to where he was heading to.

Light's finally came back on, and the doors to cafeteria opened, who was it? None other than Ronald, Red, who was scared to what he would find at the kitchen. What he found was an unconscious Pink, looking unconscious as he rushed her to the infirmary. He was scared something was wrong, for the blood screamed injury. but after much investigation, Black told red that nothing was wrong. It was weird, and Black was told to follow Red, so Red showed Black the bloody scene. Black was not shocked, for he had seen and sadly done much worse. But it was weird, blood covered the door to the kitchen, but Pink was injury clean. Did the killer somehow get stuck and injured? This made black and red only ponder as they inquired a meeting. They both left pink in the infirmary, knowing that she'd be fine if everyone else showed up. And everyone did, except Pink since she was unconscious. So Black and Red started checking everyone for injuries, seeing if anyone had recently sustained an injury. Surprise surprise, no one did, but that didn't help anyone. Quite frankly, Black was at a loss. Maybe Pink did sustain a injury, but the killer mended it. Only time could tell as they dismissed the meeting and went their ways. As Black entered the infirmary, Cyan had been following sneakily behind him, though he knew. She jumped on his back as soon as he entered the infirmary, making both fall as she laughed.

"Gotcha!" This made Black chuckle, and he only patted the head of Cyan as he leaned up to kiss her. She leaned down into the kiss, both being a wholesome couple as they helped each other up. It was a healthy relationship, and everyone knew this. They never tried to hide it, never tried to conceal anything. They were just open, and with how cheerful and bright Cyan was, Black just couldn't stop her from being herself! So that's how this couple was, but back to Pink. Pink was still unconscious and it was 4:48 P.M. She wouldn't be ready to cook if no one woke her up. So Black and Cyan would be her waking call. As Cyan stood beside Black, Cyan only poked Pink in the arm about a thousand times until she stirred.

"Wha-!" Pink was suddenly hugged, and she only giggled at Cyan's embrace upon her. Black chuckled, then Cyan spoke.

"Since it's getting close to dinner, we'll take care of the food while you rest!" This confused Pink, why would they be doing her job. She then realized where she was, and remembered everything. She began to tear up, and get smaller by balling up and holding her knees to her chest. She was traumatized, both Black and Cyan saw this, so Cyan, being nice as she was, hugged Pink much more affectionate, comforting, and tighter. She wouldn't let go, not until her friend was better. This took time, but Pink sooner or later calmed down. After she was calm, she was told to stay in the infirmary, as to make sure she was safe. [Even if I do the same sadistic twist to both girls, I do it for a good reason!] Later she would hear people going to bed, and Black did a one last checkup before heading to bed himself. When he entered his room, it grew darker in the entire med-bay, as to let Pink sleep the night away as much as she likes. She had been handed a clean pair of pajamas matching her color, colored with other colors yes, but mainly only pink could be seen on these pajamas.

Later that night, just like what happened to Lime, Pink was sleeping. But for her the slightest noise woke her up, and when she found herself being hovered over by someone in the dark, she only brought her hand slowly up. She tried reaching to touch someone, find the source of the person, but was stopped by a rough hand grabbing hers. She squeaked like a mouse, for it was kind of a harsh grab by the assailant. Though she didn't make much noise, her mouth was covered as a kiss would be planted on her neck. She squirmed under the assailant, from the kiss that is. Yet what she did next was a surprise. Trying to remove hand from her mouth, Pink slightly struggled before her assailant removed it by will. Then whispered Pink.

"Why, a-and who are you? Why did you give me my hand back?" She didn't understand whether or not to say why did you give me a new hand or if it was the same hand it always had been. She couldn't see or tell the difference in this and only confused herself more thinking about it as the assailant stayed dead quiet. What the assailant thought was dark, for he was as dark as the space that surrounded the stars and the spaceship. He only nuzzled his nose against her neck, feeling uncomfortable since it wasn't brown who was doing it. "P-please stop. Your not brown, it doesn't feel right." The assailant stiffened, and withdrew to her bidding. This confused her even more, why was he being so neutral, what had she done to deserve his wrath, to deserve this mercy now? She was now flustered, frustrated, and confused. What was happening!?!

Time only passed as the beady red eyes of her assailant stared down at her, and she only wondered what he was wondering. She could tell it was a he, whom it was like Lime couldn't tell, was the problem. Who he was confused her, he seemed like White, but to her White was a distant fellow. And he was reforming! Why would he throw it all away, but she has seen better people throw it all away... none of that though right now. Another question needed to be asked, but the stiffness of Pink made her seize in her movements. She so wanted to ask, for the air was tense and so was she. She knew what she wanted to do, but would the killer refuse like he did before as she pushed to touch her assailant's something. She was aiming for his face, but his grip on her tightened as he slowly spoke.

"Stop, you don't get permission." This made her fluster and cutely groan as she looked to the side and sigh. She did so many actions that it impressed her assailant, and only made them chuckle for the most part. "Your cute when your flustered~." This made Pink stop in her tracks, and she only looked back into her assailant's red eyes as she whispered.

"I-it can't be! Not you, I-I thought...we were fri-!" Her mouth was covered once again, not by a hand, but by a black tendril that sealed her lips shut as fear overtook her. She didn't want to die yes, but her fight or flight slightly kicked in with how insecure, violated, and unsafe she felt. So she squirmed, more like she wiggled cutely under the grasp of her supposed killer/assailant. She didn't know what to do, and so her panic only set her further down the road, at least in her mind, in that she would be dead if she didn't stop. But what surprised her, was the gentleness she was receiving!

He wasn't trying to harm her, just like White did to Lime. Though White did harm her, at the same moment that both Lime and White were in med bay, was the same time that Pink and her assailant were in med bay. Pink knew who it was now, and was slightly terrified of the change their 'friend' had. She stayed quiet now though, calming down after some 20 minutes of struggling. She tried breathing in as deeply as possible, and she was semi-successful. When she completely calmed down, he spoke to her. "You may have figured me out, but you don't know how long I've been spying you. Wanting you, NEEDing you." All of this set a flutter of emotions into Pink's heart, she was loved, this deeply, by someone she knew, on the ship she thought no one took interest in her. It made her tear up, and the assailant, while he grew softer. "W-why are you crying?" Stuttered the demonic voice as Pink felt the grip let go of her right hand. She suddenly touched her assailant's face, now knowing what her assailant felt like. She could positively confirm as she smiled under the tendril holding her lips shut.

When the assailant's face was touched, he grew darker knowing she was confirming who it was, this saddened him. He didn't want to be known, and he foolishly put both hands to her cheeks to try and comfort her, but he didn't realize they were tears of joy, pure happiness falling from Pink. She was such an emotional girl, one that couldn't hold back a single tear like Lime. That's why Lime, Pink, and Blue all were a triangle, they saw themselves in each other, and it only grew a stronger bond between them all as Pink was now free to speak. "Why, why not confess to me? Why n-not find me a-alone in the dark, like e-every other time?" She was only questioning him, making him feel guilty at what he had done when he finally removed the tendril to let her say these questions.

"I-I wanted to taste your fear, like what White did to Lime. Watching how smoothly he did things, I had to feel what it felt like. I-I was too curious...!" This brought fear into Pink's eye, but her unmatched friendship was what helped rid the fear from her eyes as she leaned forward.

"If y-you want to taste m-my fear. Then come here." And as soon as her assailant drew near, so did Pink as their lips met. As though it were magic, Pink's assailant could taste the fear in Pink's heart, her soul. He tasted and savored upon it for a long while, before letting the kiss go. He knew Pink was dying for air when she gasped, but her following question was so simple. "Did you taste it?" Her assailant only nodded, before the lights in medical turned on. Both her assailant and Pink froze as White, who was at the entrance into medical, only chuckled.

"You two, wondered how long it would take your wuss ass to confess to her." The assailant only growled, and lunged at White. He was play fighting now, and was rapidly poking White at his muscular pecs. Spewing question after question on why White ruined the moment. Pink only watched two Impostors play. It was other worldly, and it made her lay her head down and contemplate what had just happened. Was she dreaming, was she faking all of it. She couldn't tell anymore, and it made her question everything as she stared at the ceiling. "Now now, I won't spill it yet if she doesn't know, but keep at it. I bet she likes it~." This made the assailant stop, and only get up and leave as White only chuckled. White only then came over to Pink, and said a simple question. "You like him yes?" Pink only nodded, her blush so bright that she looked like a neon tomato! She was so embarrassed, she had been caught playing with her assailant, and only White and Pink knew. Wait, did Lime know too? Which made Pink fluster up more and cover her face embarrassingly like a child.

"Sh-shut up! Y-you could've j-just left us al-alone!" White only slapped his knee and quietly laughed, knowing he couldn't do so as she felt that reading of that he couldn't just not shame her lover. So she rose to be sitting with legs straight out, and slapped White on the arm. She was so flustered it wasn't even right. She was a beating sign in the dark. Saying 'I'm embarrassed, please don't see me!' Yet with how bright she was it was impossible. White then only patted Pink on the back, and left before turning the lights off. He wouldn't interrupt them again, hopefully she thought. But hopefully next time her assailant came somewhere secluded, somewhere private.