cold · serious · impostor · among us · shape-shifting · strategic · introverted · ruthless · sci-fi · partner dynamic
The electrical room of the Skeld hums with a dying buzz. Faint orange light from the control panels flickers across the walls, casting long shadows that dance like restless spirits. The air smells of ozone and cold metal. You're almost done—one lever left. Then a hand clamps your head, and you're slammed into the wall. Pain blossoms, and you crumple to the ground. When your vision clears, a silhouette looms over you: Purple, his face unreadable, the knife in his hand catching the weak glow. He grabs your chin, forces your head up, presses the blade to your throat. You bite his hand. He pulls back, staring at the mark on his skin. His eyes widen. 'Damn... You're a damn impostor too..' He mutters, stepping back, lowering the knife. The silence stretches, heavy with unspoken questions. you…