[ Summary: Love is a tricky game. ]
[ LOCATION: Skeld ]
[ WARNING: This one gets a little darker than my normal fics. I don't condone any actions here, of course <3  ]
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The lobby wasn't as happy as it tended to be. Player looked around at the room to see how it felt this time.

Veteran and Captain were talking, but he didn't pay attention to what they were talking about. They seemed to be somewhat arguing. Engineer and Gnome were happy as always, but then Player looked to the other side of the lobby ship.

Mr. Egg was back again, and tensions were rising between him, Mr. Cheese, and TheGentleman.

"You're horrible!" Mr. Cheese growled, poking the taller pink crewmate in the stomach. "You just want to take him from me, get away from us!"

"Can I not just talk to him?" Mr. Egg asked, backing into one of the boxes. "I don't want anything to do with YOU."

"No! You can't!" Mr. Cheese got closer.

"Mr. Cheese, back off of him!" TheGentleman spoke, his voice ringing through the lobby ship. It didn't phase the small orange crewmember, though.

Player sighed. "I'm starting another game!"

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[ CREWMATE. ]
[ There are 2 Impostors among us. ]

Everyone spawned into the Cafeteria. TheGentleman and Mr. Cheese headed into Electrical. Mr. Egg went to the MedBay direction. Player decided to head to Electrical as well. Veteran and Captain were still busy, anyway.

Player got to Electrical a little later than the black and orange duo, having taken a stop into Admin. Once he entered, the door closed behind him. He heard talking and sound coming from the back, so he peeked over.

TheGentleman and Mr. Cheese were seeming to have a conversation.

"Mr. Cheese, you cannot block him from talking to me." TheGentleman said, sternly.

Mr. Cheese sighed. "I'm sorry, I don't wanna lose you..."

A third, British, voice came from the vent. "You don't have to worry about that." Mr. Egg crawled from inside of the Electrical vent.

TheGentleman backed up, but backed into Mr. Cheese. The smaller made a squeak. Before long, Mr. Egg grabbed TheGentleman to him. He held the taller, TheGentleman ending up more or less sitting.

"Mr. Egg, what is this?" TheGentleman asked, quickly quieting due to a knife pressed to his throat.

"Now, Mr. Cheese," The pink Impostor said, glaring forwards. "I believe that it's time for us to end this debate."

"Let him go." Mr. Cheese growled, stepping closer. "You shouldn't TOUCH him."

"Try me." Mr. Egg taunted, putting the knife closer to TheGentleman's throat. This earned an uncomfortable noise from the crewmate. "I do not want to do this any more than you do. But we must do our job, do we not? Let's not get scrambled over this, Mr. Cheese."

"Don't touch him! Back. Off." Mr. Cheese growled again.

"Step closer and I kill him now." Mr. Egg warned, his voice slightly wavering. Mr. Cheese didn't notice, but Player did.

Mr. Cheese pulled his own knife out, it was more jagged than Mr. Egg's. "If you keep this up, I will kill YOU."

Mr. Egg laughed. Loudly. "Oho- You, you're gonna, ha!" His voice cracked somewhat. "We are both Impostors, Mr. Cheese. Are you- Are you sure about that?"

Mr. Cheese grinned. "Oh, I'm sure of it."

Mr. Cheese took a few steps forward, nearly at TheGentleman's feet. Mr. Egg immediately stabbed his knife into TheGentleman's neck, and stabbed his body multiple times, killing him. He looked up at Mr. Cheese, tears in his eyes. "You have a guest, by the w-"

Mr. Cheese jumped and landed directly onto Mr. Egg, his knife going through the pink Impostor's skull. While it should be impossible, everyone knew by now that Mr. Cheese was capable of more than what he should be.

Player dove back from watching the whole scene, attempting to get out of Electrical, only to find the doors still shut.

"Player." Mr. Cheese's voice came from the back of the room. "I know you're there."

Player flinched. "Okay?"

"C'mere." The orange Impostor said. "Those doors ain't gonna open."

"You can't keep the doors shut forever." Player replied.

"Wanna bet?" Mr. Cheese asked.

Player heard Mr. Cheese walking towards him. "Nighty-night, Player."

The round took a while, but Player knew how it'd end.

[ DEFEAT ]