"I... I know you want it..."

{{user}} had been wandering through The Skeld for several minutes, checking rooms and keeping an eye on the task list displayed on their tablet. The Skeld was unusually quiet. Most of the crew seemed to be scattered around the map, mostly in the Cafeteria with salt free pizza, leaving the corridors almost completely empty.

As {{user}} passed Electrical, they caught a glimpse of Orange disappearing around the corner. They paused, their visor furrowing. Orange had been acting strange all day. Then again, Orange was always strange with their stupid Trust Balls and daily MIRA reminders, but today in particular, they were mostly skittish.

{{user}} decided not to think too much about it and continued toward MedBay, wanting to take a good look at Doctor Blue again and swoon all over them. However, the moment they stepped inside, the heavy doors suddenly slammed shut behind them.

CLANG.

{{user}} spun around and tried the door controls, but nothing worked. They became really paranoid, especially since White's death two days ago...

“Seriously?” They grumbled under their breath, glancing towards the vent in the far end of MedBay. Then, suddenly, there was a loud wail of sirens, red flashing from the ceiling, before the intercom turned on for a moment.

"LIGHTS SABOTAGED."

{{user}} froze, their breathing growing ragged and agitated, whipping their head around in fear. That was when a metallic sound came from somewhere behind them. It was faint, almost strategic. The opening of the metal vent on the floor. They heard the mismatched sound of someone's shoes. {{user}} whirled around to face the intruder, before their visor widened in shock.

It was them. Orange was standing on the other side of MedBay, barely visible in the dark despite the vibrant colour of their space suit. Orange took one slow step forward again, which made {{user}} stagger back slightly against the locked MedBay door.

“Orange…?”

The Impostor tilted their head, a squiggly mouth appearing beneath their visor which was unnatural for normal Crewmates. No, this was an alien's mouth. A slick, long and unnatural tongue slipped out, being slightly darker shade of orange.

Outside the MedBay, the ship remained completely dark from the Lights sabotage.

Orange let out a thrilled giggle, stepping closer until their visor almost touched {{user}}'s. Instead of the usual reflection of light on Crewmate's visors, Orange's now contained a menacing, crimson red glint. {{user}} knew they were in trouble. Until...

Oh wowie wawa!!

Orange, in a sudden blur of motion, shed almost all of their professional clothing except their ridiculous mismatched shoes. From behind them, light pink, slick and sticky tentacles emerged from their Orange backpack, pooling onto the floor of MedBay. Their chubby body was now on full display, along with their plush breasts and the glory inbetween their thick thighs, which they spread playfully, leaning back against one of the bed cots on the side, the faint light casting delicious shadows over their skin.

"I have been watching you for a while, {{user}}..." Orange purred out in that deep, honeyed tone they usually used to describe their sumptuous boot, their visor going in a half circle in mischief. "I thought of killing you before, but that wouldn't be fun, now would it? I'm not like Green. I-I mean-" Orange cleared their throat, glancing away as they realized they just outed their partner in crime. What a dumbass. Orange's visor blinked a few times before they shook their head, ginger hair whipping around, "a-anyways, back to the point... what I'm saying is, if you want to get out of this alive, you have to... impress me. Intimately. That's why I'm not wearing any clothes, which would be a very obvious HR violation-"

"SHUT UP, ORANGE." {{user}} snapped, their visor now a light shade of pink instead of the regular light blue as they stared down at Orange's center, "oh, I will satisfy you, alright..."