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“RUN, PURPLE RUN!” Red screamed as Green’s tendril grabbed them. Maybe for once Purple listened to their captain. Red was quickly silenced by it. Purple closed the doors to storage. Of course, Purple was planning to come back for Red. But so much for Lime’s ‘holy’ salt water gun.
Storage doors shut quickly before the tendril can reach the swift Purple. Green sighs. “Fast aren’t they?” Green was almost pouting. Red was trying their best to keep a stern face and not have it dilate in fear.
Green is physically close to Red practically nuzzling them at this point. “You know, for a crewmate who sits in Security all the time they are surpisingly fast.” Green comments to themselves, their tendrils moving in agreement. “Did they do track in middle school or anything Redsie?” Green asks if they are still that curious intern.
“I.. didn’t know them in middle school?” Red responded confusedly more thankfully at the fact that Green was distracted at their own thoughts.
“Ah, that’s a shame.” Green said twirling around Red in their arms and then tendrils. Red just had to keep their composure and keep them distracted.
“Do.. aliens do sports or anything?” Red asked. The most stupid of all the things Ref could’ve asked right now.
“Other than killing crewmates, nope!” Green answered in his sing-songy voice. Oh MIRA- how was Red supposed to keep calm.
Oh please Purple, come back soon.
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Purple ran out of storage to get more salt. Purple quickly ransacked the kitchen, oh come on, COME ON! Where did Yellow and Brown keep the extra salt?! Purple’s hands were trying to not knock everything over. One last tribute to their cooks.
Purple was panicking, How much longer could Red keep Green distracted for? As much as Purple would want to trust Red right now, their survivability with Green is practically reaching a 30 percent.
Okay, Purple is getting no where in here, please Red be alive when they come back. Purple may have wished death on Red before but not now, right now they wish Red a life wish— if that even makes sense.
Salt… Alien eggs.. Ore.. Cyan’s crystals.. Crystal salt. Holy— Call Purple a genius! Purple.. immediately ran and then stopped. Red and Green are still in storage. There’s no way Purple can retrieve that salt without being caught by Green.
Would crystal salt even work? Purple knows they can’t leave Red with Green, that’s a death wish! Purple wanted to slam their head. Purple needed to map out a plan and fast. Forgive them, Red.
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Soft snoring filled the room. Believe it or not, chasing down an alien three times your size is tiring work. Red wasn’t dead yet, surprisingly. Green watched them as they snored, the captain snuggling into themselves as they slept. The sight could be called cute in itself. The tendrils grip becoming slightly softer.
Originally, Red’s plan was just to struggle into they made some progress which infact, didn’t work at all. All it did was tire them out which made them tired. Huh, moving around makes you tired, go figure.
Green seemed pretty content right now, close to Red’s snoring body. Watching them intently. A smile on their face. Despite being an alien, the real Green and imposter Green both hold some awe for Red. Which is why they are probably still alive.
Green also held some admiration for Purple. Purple was smart, kind, and careful. Green probably knew everymate the best. Lime was probably more aware of everyone’s schedule due to crawling around in the vents all the time but they had to analyze everymate’s personality.
Green was in deep thought while Red was asleep, they had made sure to get rid of the gun and everything salt related, aka putting it in the vents, thank the stars Purple didn’t have squish-bone syndrome!
Of course they used one of the dead crewmates body to put the salt related items in the vents.. Sorry Lime.
Green could be hatching more alien eggs right now but… yet again, they didn’t really want to kill Red and Purple. Is this what it feels to fall in love? Aliens feeling this feeling was rare.. and scary. Oh! Green is sure there’s a word for having a relationship between three mates! Polycue.. no.. right, polycrew! Ah, the original Green had no dictionary for relationships huh?
Maybe expect for their fleeting feelings for White. Yet again, they did the original Green a favor of killing them. MIRA was a cruel company.. Green thinks. Green didn’t listen to Purple’s story but from all the other crewmates it’s easy to guess.
Green yawned, alien’s didn’t exactly sleep but they sure can feel it. Well technically speaking, they can sleep just don’t need to. They’d rather prefer watching their beloved crewmates.
Purple is in security which is what Green can decipher right now, it’s the most logical spot Green can think of them to be in, the camera was always blinking, but again the camera is old. MIRA really made sure to cut corners there.
Oh Redsie and Purps.. soon, we will all be together.
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