Nightmare

{Red's POV}

Sh*t. He saw me. I'm done for. He'll tell everyone without hesitation. I slowly close my jaws. Then again, what the hell was I doing? My stomach gurgled, I wasn't that hungry.. was I? Hungry enough to eat the only living being I've ever cared for? Am I insane? Am I a monster? Hunger took over once more as I leaned over, licking his cheek. White rubbed his cheek as I moved away.

Is he.. half-asleep? He's not even fully conscious. I could use this to my advantage. I sat over by his feet, "Shh.." I whispered, and White blinked slowly, "Red..?" He's recognizing me. I have to be careful, and hope he'll forget this. I lean over to his side. He pets me slowly. It was a tired motion. I open my jaw once more, and he doesn't seem fazed by it, so I licked him. He rubs his helmet, and then held his hand out towards my jaw. It took all my sanity I had left to not bite down. I felt crazed, craving to eat. He strokes- no that sounds weird- rubs my tongue slowly with his finger. White had to be careful- it's sharp.

Then he reached up to my sharp teeth, I started feeling very nervous. His hand was in my mouth, and I could barely control myself. But if I bite down, he'll know it's real.

I felt myself salivating, he touches my tongue again- this time, his hand fully into my jaws. I had to hold open my mouth with my hands to resist chomping down.

I couldn't contain myself any longer. I bite down.

But it didn't hit anything. His hand was perfectly in tact. Perfectly fine. He must have pulled it out before I ate it. He rubs my cheek, and leans over towards it, bumping it with his helmet. He wanted to do something. I've seen Yellow and Orange do it. I know what he wants. I pull off his helmet, he looked so beautiful. I had formed my helmet into a face. Although- it was disfigured with pointy ears, greasy red hair, a spiky-lipped mouth, a broad nose, and slitted pupils. I couldn't replicate the full human face- but I tried my best. "Angel.." I leaned over slowly, and White had half lidded eyes. This would turn into a nice dream for him. He presses his lips against mine, and I realized my face felt hot. Was this.. what did Brown call it.. Heaven? Was this what the Cloud Nine was like? I tilted my head a little bit, and closed my eyes.

I had to pull away, I was probably infected by this... weirdly nice-feeling disease. I formed back into a helmet-like shape, put his helmet on slowly, and licked his nose area affectionally before climbing down the latter. He'll probably forget about it, anyway.

I was still so hungry...

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White yawns, and climbs down the latter, spotting me sitting in the bottom bunk, "Oh, good morning, Red." It hit him very quickly, "Oh, Red!" I felt myself sweating. "Where were you last night?" I answered as calmly as I could, "In bed, sleeping?"

"Oh, well.. I was just wondering." He twiddled his thumbs, "I had a weird dream last night.." I pretended to not know anything about it, "What was it about?"

"Well.. about you, but you were alien-like, seemed to be like the Impostor." I raise my head slowly, "So, was it a nightmare?" He shakes his head. "It was weird.. You didn't kill me. You just.. licked me and then.." He blushes, "I don't remember the rest." I nod, "Well, I think it'd be very awkward if I were the Impostor, and I'd definitely tell you if I was."

He tilts his head, "Why would you tell me?" I paused, "Because I trust you." He paces over as a response to that, standing in front of me, and he hugs me. "I trust you, too."

It was a long hug. It felt nice. "We should go check on the others, eh?" I pulled away from White. He slipped away, holding my hand, and soon slipping away from my hand slowly as well.

We both headed outside. I still wondered what that feeling was, I knew I had to ask someone, but I felt it would give me away. I was still hungry, but I felt fine as of now. It felt like it disappeared for a moment when White hugged me. Distracted from it.

White paced over to the memorial, and crouched over Purple Jr.- Purple's mini crewmate. Purple Jr. was sitting in front of Black's photo and flowers. "Hey, buddy, where's your papa?" White asked him, "Papa?" He squeaked, kicking his legs. Then he whimpers, looking at the floor. "Is Papa okay, Jr.?" White asked, starting to get worried. He looked sad, but nodded. Purple must have made him upset. I simply stood there and watched. The whole 'liking White' was still on my mind. I left White and Purple Jr. for a moment, watching Pink head to navigation. "Pink. I need to ask you something." I sprinted over.

"What do you need?" She sighs, Pink must be tired, probably from sleeplessness. "Listen," I started, "I like White, a lot." She nods, "Preeetty sure everyone knows that." I held my hands behind my back. "What does it mean, when you like someone a whole lot?"

She blinks twice, "Are you an idiot?" She crosses her hands, sighing, "You're obviously in love."