Imposter [Part 2]
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esp_dragonv2Fandom: Noblesse
Summary: Muzaka was alone in the engine room; the kill should have been easy.
Contains: Frankenstein/Muzaka
Notes: Among Us AU! :D
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Sci-fi
Word count: 590
Total word count: 1,917
Status: Work in progress
Muzaka was alone in the boiler room; the kill should have been easy. Frankenstein had come across the human as he worked at a panel, trying to tighten some pipes with his back to the door.
Careless.
He had even left the door open. It made sense with the heat that was radiating from the machines, but was he asking to be killed?
Frankenstein wouldn't let an opportunity pass them by, however - the other crewmates weren't anywhere close and Frankenstein couldn't hear any approaching footsteps.
Frankenstein snuck closer to Muzaka, letting out their true form, raising their hands. They should be able to snap Muzaka's neck in time, but if they didn't, their spikes would finish the job.
Muzaka turned his head towards them, and damn, they must have made a sound. Frankenstein lunged, closing the distance.
Muzaka turned fully, catching their hands, and span them so their back hit the wall. Damn, damn, damn, as much as they'd berated Em, they were caught in the exact way.
Muzaka grinned at them, triumphant at catching them in the act. "Yer pretty forward, huh?"
Forw-?
Muzaka leaned in and kissed them lightly on the lips. Just a touch, and Muzaka stepped away, still grinning.
"I've still got a couple of tasks ta do," Muzaka said, waving at them as he walked away. "I'll catch ya later, okay?"
He was gone before Frankenstein could respond.
What...had just happened...?
* * *
Frankenstein sat down in the medbay, watching the screens scroll with some text. They'd passed a few of the others on the way back, but they could barely remember any of it, their thoughts wandering back to the...kiss. Yes. They'd seen other humans and the Union scientists engage in that before.
They rested a finger against their lips, remembering the warmth Muzaka had left. Why had...?
They looked over at the rattle of the vent, Em climbing out. He was splattered in blood.
"Who was it?" Frankenstein asked, standing up to reach for a cloth.
Em scowled at them. "You care? I'm doing the mission."
Frankenstein sighed. "Practice, Em. The others will ask if they find the body. Now, who was it?"
Em's scowl flickered for a second. "Red." He paused, his eyes narrowing. "Shark."
"Good." Frankenstein nodded. Em had paid attention to the other names and remembered them. "Now, let's get that blood cleaned off you, hm?"
Em's scowl didn't fade as Frankenstein walked over with the cleaning materials.
"And...good job on doing your mission," Frankenstein murmured, spraying the cloth with some disinfectant. They'd looked down on how Em had acted earlier and what Em knew, but the other imposter had still done more than Frankenstein had.
It looked like Em wasn't the only one who needed to learn more.
Em snatched the cloth from Frankenstein's hand, rubbing the blood off his suit. "Whatever. I'll kill the others while you stay here."
Em was gone, leaving the bloodied cloth behind.
Frankenstein sighed, picking up the cloth. It would be better to burn it, rather than leave traces of blood behind if he washed it.
Maybe the reason why Em was the way he was was because he'd been specialised towards killing, while Frankenstein was specialised towards appearing human. Different strengths. That could be why they had been paired on this ship.
Would Em be able to kill Muzaka? Only time would tell.
Summary: Muzaka was alone in the engine room; the kill should have been easy.
Contains: Frankenstein/Muzaka
Notes: Among Us AU! :D
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Sci-fi
Word count: 590
Total word count: 1,917
Status: Work in progress
Muzaka was alone in the boiler room; the kill should have been easy. Frankenstein had come across the human as he worked at a panel, trying to tighten some pipes with his back to the door.
Careless.
He had even left the door open. It made sense with the heat that was radiating from the machines, but was he asking to be killed?
Frankenstein wouldn't let an opportunity pass them by, however - the other crewmates weren't anywhere close and Frankenstein couldn't hear any approaching footsteps.
Frankenstein snuck closer to Muzaka, letting out their true form, raising their hands. They should be able to snap Muzaka's neck in time, but if they didn't, their spikes would finish the job.
Muzaka turned his head towards them, and damn, they must have made a sound. Frankenstein lunged, closing the distance.
Muzaka turned fully, catching their hands, and span them so their back hit the wall. Damn, damn, damn, as much as they'd berated Em, they were caught in the exact way.
Muzaka grinned at them, triumphant at catching them in the act. "Yer pretty forward, huh?"
Forw-?
Muzaka leaned in and kissed them lightly on the lips. Just a touch, and Muzaka stepped away, still grinning.
"I've still got a couple of tasks ta do," Muzaka said, waving at them as he walked away. "I'll catch ya later, okay?"
He was gone before Frankenstein could respond.
What...had just happened...?
Frankenstein sat down in the medbay, watching the screens scroll with some text. They'd passed a few of the others on the way back, but they could barely remember any of it, their thoughts wandering back to the...kiss. Yes. They'd seen other humans and the Union scientists engage in that before.
They rested a finger against their lips, remembering the warmth Muzaka had left. Why had...?
They looked over at the rattle of the vent, Em climbing out. He was splattered in blood.
"Who was it?" Frankenstein asked, standing up to reach for a cloth.
Em scowled at them. "You care? I'm doing the mission."
Frankenstein sighed. "Practice, Em. The others will ask if they find the body. Now, who was it?"
Em's scowl flickered for a second. "Red." He paused, his eyes narrowing. "Shark."
"Good." Frankenstein nodded. Em had paid attention to the other names and remembered them. "Now, let's get that blood cleaned off you, hm?"
Em's scowl didn't fade as Frankenstein walked over with the cleaning materials.
"And...good job on doing your mission," Frankenstein murmured, spraying the cloth with some disinfectant. They'd looked down on how Em had acted earlier and what Em knew, but the other imposter had still done more than Frankenstein had.
It looked like Em wasn't the only one who needed to learn more.
Em snatched the cloth from Frankenstein's hand, rubbing the blood off his suit. "Whatever. I'll kill the others while you stay here."
Em was gone, leaving the bloodied cloth behind.
Frankenstein sighed, picking up the cloth. It would be better to burn it, rather than leave traces of blood behind if he washed it.
Maybe the reason why Em was the way he was was because he'd been specialised towards killing, while Frankenstein was specialised towards appearing human. Different strengths. That could be why they had been paired on this ship.
Would Em be able to kill Muzaka? Only time would tell.