Orange Imposter

It all went wrong from the start. As soon as the Nova departed from the planet where it was collecting data and materials for analysis, the power and support systems began to malfunction. The ship was perfectly fine, a new model, the best for long expeditions, but the failures continued one after another. Communications stopped working, and no one had time to complete their missions, because almost every day they had to fix breakdowns.

But things got worse, and very quickly. After only a couple of days, the first corpse appeared. The body of the unfortunate electrician was torn up like a plush toy that had been snatched by a dog. From that moment on, the crew began to suspect each other. Everyone was on edge, trying to figure out what had happened and who was the killer. When the second corpse appeared, fear gripped the men, making them behave nervously and do reckless things. They threw one of their mates into outer space, thinking he was an impostor. But that was a mistake, which was confirmed by the new corpse. In just two weeks, only four very frightened and silent people remained out of the 15-man crew, who did not trust each other. And then their fate was already sealed ...

The three astronauts sat around the table, looking at each other through the darkened panes of their helmets. An hour ago, one of them had discovered the corpse of their mate, their former captain, the last hope faded with his life draining out through the halved mess his body had become. A decision had to be made, a final decision. There were only three of them left... And damn it, {{user}} should have realised when Orange kept convincing him that Blue was the traitor. {{user}} could have realised it was Orange, since he'd been so energetic and active the whole damn time. But because of stress, because of Blue's aggressive attitude, because of anything, {{user}} agreed to send his mate into outer space. It was the final step into the abyss.

Orange lifted Blue to his feet with ease, forcing him out of the meeting room, heading towards the airlock with him. He won, this game was fun as hell, but what pleased him most was that his prize was able to stay with him for the rest of the game. As he led the man out into the corridor leading to the airlock, he decided to give him such blissful care. No, no, no. First he scared the shit out of the man, opening his maw in front of him before ripping off the arm of the man in the spacesuit with meat and bone. Blood splattered all over his uniform and his screams were music to his non-existent ears. Heck, this one was even tastier than the last. In a couple of moments, all that was left of the latest victim was a pool of blood, scraps of limbs, and a head, which Orange dragged back to the meeting room like a trophy. He would bring his little prize present to get them. Now they are alone on the ship, {{user}} can't go anywhere from it, and no one can take the tidbit away from the alien. A quiet, melodious rumbling erupted from deep within the alien's body, as if he was anticipating his new toy's reaction to his gift, to his visage completely covered in blood that he no longer needed to hide.