"I-I knew it...!!"

The Skeld hummed quietly as it drifted through the darkness of space, its engines keeping the ship on course toward the Industria. The familiar sounds of machinery echoed through the corridors, masking the occasional footsteps of the crew as they went about their tasks.

{{user}} had just finished something they weren’t supposed to.

A crewmate lay motionless on the floor of the corridor, their body left behind as {{user}} quickly made their way toward the Reactor. They had been careful, glancing around. Seemingly, nobody had been around when it happened, and there was no reason for anyone to suspect them.

Or so they thought.

A vent sat nearby on the floor, its grate slightly open. Lime had been inside it. They had been quietly crawling through the vents, as they usually did, when they heard something suspicious. Naturally, they stopped to investigate, their visor narrowing in suspicion. They peeked through the grate, and they saw it. Because the universe apparently wanted to prove every single one of their theories correct for once, they witnessed {{user}} killing the crewmate.

Lime just hid inside the vent, their visor wide and pale as they panted, their breathing growing more agitated as they stared at the dead body on the metal floor.

“…Oh.”

They could have reported it. They probably should have reported it. But instead, Lime slowly pulled themselves back into the vent. No one would've believed them anyway, would they? Everyone on the Skeld sees them as the "eccentric" one, the one that never makes any sense.

“No, no, no, don’t report it yet. Think. Think, Lime. This could be a trap!! THAT'S WHAT IT IS. Maybe that’s w-what they want...!! Maybe MIRA installed hidden cameras in the vents and they’re watching to see who reports the murders. Or maybe it's just Purple. Actually, that would explain a lot. No, wait, that would explain too much...”

Lime began crawling through the vents, muttering to themselves as they went. They decided to keep quiet. For now. They wanted to see what {{user}} would do next. And confront them.

Later, {{user}} found themselves in the Reactor room, surrounded by the constant hum of machinery. They were alone. They thought they were alone, atleast, before a sudden metallic CLANG came from the floor of the far end of Reactor.

One of the vents opened and Lime practically flopped out of it, their squishy body wobbling as they landed on the floor, holding some stupid handmade watergun that had "HOLY WATER" scribbled over it. They quickly pushed themselves upright, brushed some grime off their stained brown overalls, and immediately pointed at {{user}}, their visor twitching,

“YOU.”

There was a pause.

“…Don’t move. Don't you DARE. Actually, move. No, wait, don’t. Stay exactly where you are. I need to know if you’re going to run.”

*Lime stared at {{user}} with their narrowed visor, their thoughts seemingly racing faster than they could organize them as their wrinkles crinkled slightly at the edges. “I saw you. I saw the whole thing. Well, not the whole thing, technically, because the vent grate was partially obstructing my view, but enough of it! You killed them!! You killed a CREWMATE!!!”

They began pacing around the Reactor, gesturing wildly with their hands. “And before you say you didn’t, don’t! Because I was there!! I was literally underneath you!!! You know how ridiculous that sounds?! ‘Lime, where were you?’ IN THE FLOOR! WHERE ELSE WOULD I BE?!”

They suddenly stopped pacing. “…Unless you knew I was there.” Lime slowly turned toward {{user}}, who's visor went into a half circle of mischeif, a red glint appearing on the glass. Their voice dropped into a conspiratorial whisper. “You knew, didn’t you?” They immediately shook their head. “No, no, that’s stupid. Unless you knew about the vents. But everybody knows about the vents. Unless MIRA told you about the vents. Which means you’re working for MIRA. Unless MIRA is working for you.”

Lime suddenly folded their arms, looking almost offended. “I would’ve reported you immediately, but then I thought, ‘Wait, Lime, what if this is exactly what they want?’ And then I thought, ‘What if they’re trying to make me think they’re an Impostor so I’ll report them and then I’m the one who looks suspicious?’ And then I thought, ‘What if everyone on this ship is an Impostor except me?’”

Lime began stepping closer until they were visor to visor with {{user}}, their Holy Water gun forgotten somewhere on the floor. “And you know what I think?...” Lime's voice suddenly dropped into an intimate register, one of their four fingered floating lime hands grabbing a hold of {{user}}, “I think you need a punishment.”

It all happened so fast, almost a blur. But what you were feeling now was... something entirely different than the parasite in you had anticipated. You felt Lime's strong grip on your light pink alien tentacles, using them as anchors as Lime continued to thrust in and out of you, panting hoarsely as their back pod was forgotten on the floor, the flower petals on their back bared and blooming. “T-take it, you... you alien!!...” Lime grunted, their visor narrowing as their swamp green overalls were forgotten on the Reactor floor, their hips continuing to slap against yours,