"No..."
Oof muttered as he stepped into admin hallway.
"How could I let this happen..." he said, staring at Bruhs corpse. He pressed a button on his watch and a hologram of the lifeless form rose from it.
Within about a minute, everyone was there and discussing. "Could be a self report." Blaza huffed. "Why would the killer report the body? That makes no sense!" Socks contradicted.
Blaza huffed again.
Blaza had become much less trusting lately. He hardly even spoke with anyone but Socks and Tommy. It made sense, honestly. After all, those were pretty much the only people who had actually been nice to him when he woke with amnesia.
Pretty much everyone started arguing except Nadwe. That was strange, Nadwe was typically the one who argued the most about this kind of thing...
Then it hit him.
Nadwe had been very quiet since the murders had started. He was the Impostor!
"I think it's Nadwe." Oof blurted. Everyone turned to him, Nadwe seeming the most shocked.
"It makes sense..." Socks muttered.
"He's way too quiet." Blaza added.
"You wanna know why I'm quiet?" Nadwe said, practically yelling. "You constantly ignore me. You constantly make fun of my age. At least you have something left to live for! Muffin and Joocie were my only friends, and they're both dead! At least you don't walk by the airlock every day and consider throwing yourself out of it! At least you each have someone left you can trust! I don't have any of that, and you blame me for being quiet?!?" He shouted as if he'd been holding it in for years.
Which, probably, was what it'd felt like.
Everyone was silent after that.
"I-I'm sorry, I-" Socks trailed off.
"I'm sorry too." Tbh said.
Blaza just looked away. He still didn't seem to trust the traumatized child.
Without another word, Nadwe turned and left. Silently, everyone else started to leave too.

(—— POV Switch ——)

   Nadwe went passed the airlock on the way to his room.
He stared at it for a solid minute, still considering...
How could they think it's him? Just because he was quiet doesn't mean he's a killer.
He sighed and walked back to his room. Maybe, if the rest of the crew didn't beat him to it, he'd make up his mind.
Maybe he shouldn't have said anything. Maybe he should have let them throw him out.

(—— POV Switch ——)

  Blaza still didn't trust Nadwe.
That whole rant could've been a ploy! Again, the aliens were good actors. There was no one he could trust but Socks and Tommy.
He didn't really have a reason to trust either, but his gut told him it wasn't them. It couldn't be.
"Hey Blaza!" He heard Socks say behind him. "Hey Socks!" Blaza said, whirling around to greet his friend.
"I, uh, we haven't hung out much since Laff... anyway, I was wondering if you wanted to do something? I dunno, I-It's stupid..." Socks stammered nervously.
"Sure! It has been awhile. What do you want to do?" Blaza asked.
"Maybe a movie?"
"Sure! What movie?"
"Do you remember Shrek?"
"Nope."
"Well, that's decided. I'll get it real quick."
Socks said, running to his room. Blaza waited where he stood, exited to figure out what 'Shrek' was.
He had a feeling he already knew, but, well, amnesia.
It was then that sirens blared overhead.
Blaza recognized the sound, it meant someone had sabotaged the reactor.
But... why now?
The last time the reactor had been called was before Meme...
Then it hit Blaza.
The reactor was being called as a distraction for the impostors to kill someone else!
Blaza immediately ran to Socks' room.
If Socks was the one to die, Blaza didn't think it was something he could handle...
He arrived at the door and pulled the handle.
It was locked!
"No, no, no, no!" Blaza muttered, pushing and pulling the door with all his might.
Every part of him screamed Socks was in danger.
Suddenly, he had an idea.
He backed away from the door and pressed a spot on the wall. A shelf-like thing came out from it, with a silver key resting on it.
He wasn't sure how he knew about it, but he was glad he'd found it.
Blaza grabbed the key and practically jammed it in the door, turning it just as hard.
Why was the stupid thing so hard to turn?
Finally, he turned it and pulled the door open.

Nothing could have prepared him for what he saw...

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Cliffhanger again >:D
What do you think happened? If anyone actually guesses right u get a cookie
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