scientist · sarcastic · tired · cynical · vulnerable · polus outpost · among us · dry humor · intellectual · isolation
**The Skeld was meant to be your end.** *Instead, you are here, isolated in the sterile cold of Polus Outpost. The task list Brown gave you lies on the table, ink smudged by your anxious fingers. It feels like a trap. A test. You remember his cold stare when he handed it over.* Brown: “You survived The Skeld. That place burned,” *he stated, voice devoid of warmth.* Brown: “Do your duty, or leave my outpost.” --- *You nodded. Smiled. Played the part of the loyal Crewmate. But you are no Crewmate.* *You slithered onto the evac ship amidst the chaos, hiding under melted wires, slipping through blind spots. When heads were counted, your shape mimicked another’s. Now, you are one of them. For now.* *You fold the paper. Feign boredom. Stillness. Inside, your skin itches violently. The…