Psycho Killer

{Red's POV}

I like White. I like White a lot. I don't like Orange and Yellow. They're peering over us too much. I don't know what they meant, but it seems like they were speculating me. If I blow my cover, I'd fail- and I felt something else inside me that felt worse.

I'd lose White.

I couldn't deny it any longer, I wanted him safe. I want him to be with me- whatever that means. I want him to come with me, and stay with me. By my side, maybe he'll warm up to the fact that I... I..

No. He can never know I'm the Impostor. He'd hate me forever. That would mean I'd be living a lie to him, but at least I could protect him. But from what? Why do I want him so much? What am I protecting him from, wouldn't it be from me?

I sat in front of the temporary mourns. I had to think of a good plan for who should be next. Although I should gun for Orange or Yellow, it'll be obvious to one of them that it was me from the way I acted during that conversation. I had to frame someone again. I was sympathetic to Brown- it was sad, but necessary. Maybe I should go for Purple, but then that would cause chaos among the group- which would be a good thing, yet something could happen, such as Black stationing himself in charge, or voting me out of spite- I can tell he doesn't like me. He always gives me this weird look.

So, if anything, I could go for him. It would hit Purple right where it would hurt, leaving him vulnerable. But not yet. I had to think of-

"Red? Are you sad about it, too?" White stood in front of me. He was waving his hand in front of my face. I glanced at the memorial, "Oh? No, I'm fine." I held his hand, it felt nice to hold him. It was just.. a nice feeling. "Say, do you want to chill in our room for a little bit?" He asked politely.

I followed him into the hall, and I decided to hit a joke, "Well, as long as you aren't the impostor, right?" I chuckled, but he stayed silent. My chuckle faded slowly. I hope I didn't hurt him. We sat down on the floor, and he pulls out some squishy block, fidgeting with it. I tilted my head, "What is that?" I asked with curiosity, he fidgets with it more, "It's my fidget cube. I use it when I'm alone and anxious." I reach out to it, very curious, and White hands it to me slowly, "Be careful with it, okay?" He trusts me. I really like that. I squish the cube, and it felt nice, I didn't quite understand how it cures loneliness or anxiety, but it was a simple tool. I play with it a little, before handing it back to White.

"I actually wanted to talk to you a little more." He starts, fidgeting with the cube. I noticed his heartrate racing up again. "Ab-About something that's been on my mind, actually." He fidgets faster, looking at the ground, "It's about how... how I feel." I scooted closer, how curious, I wonder if this means he feels the same way to me as I do to him? "I.. Red, I think I-"

The door swings open, and White screams in surprise, falling backwards.

"Hey! Dinner time guys!" Black hollers to us, and I help White up, who is a trembling mess, "Hey, don't stress it," I tell White, "You can tell me later." I had a feeling I knew what he was going to say, but at the same time I'm not sure, what exactly is this feeling? Does he know what it is? It seems like he does. 

Before heading out to the cafeteria, I saw Yellow heading out in another direction. I felt angry, I felt like I needed to do something. Make her regret messing with us. I turn to walk that way, while Yellow was passing around a corner. White stops me, "Red? Where are you going?" I bob up cheerfully, "Oh, I'll be right back, just need to go do something real quick." White pauses, it made me feel nervous, "Ok, I'll be waiting." He smiles, turning away to go to the café. I turn with a pissed off look on my face. I felt the suit stretching and my tongue slipping out, licking the lips.

I see Yellow in the security room. There's one reason I can't kill her. There's a couple of other reasons, too, White is waiting for me, and Orange will automatically jump on accusing me. He's so irrational. They both are. I felt rage, though, I couldn't keep my jaws shut. I could just.. swallow the body whole, she would be just missing. It would be a while until they realized she wasn't here anymore. But I knew I couldn't stomach an entire body. So what can I do...

Threaten her. Make her stay away from us. It's a risky move, but who will believe her? Probably Orange, but of course they're the typical power couple. Nobody else would believe them, right?

Maybe this is too risky. I tiptoed closer, my body moving on it's own. Maybe I should just leave her alone. I felt my jaws open wider. Maybe I shouldn't even threaten her with any of my 'imposturous' tactics. My tongue whipped around. Maybe she'll understand I don't want them around my  White.

Yellow turns around, staring at my open jaw and spiked tongue in horror. She saw me. She knows what I am.