Imposter [Part 11]
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esp_dragonv2Fandom: Noblesse
Summary: M-21 liked to nap.
Notes: Among Us AU! :D
Rating: G
Genre: Sci-fi
Word count: 606
Total word count: 8,866
Status: Work in progress
M-21 liked to nap. It was usually in the lab, because not many people went there, or the boiler room, because Muzaka was there. Muzaka didn't care he napped, or that he wasn't doing tasks. Concentrating on doing tasks for a long time, even with the adaptions Muzaka had done to help, eventually gave him a headache.
It was more effort fixing up the base than it was to kill someone. That M-21 knew and could do.
Staring at things to piece them together over and over and over again was annoying and still took as much effort as the first time M-21 tried to do it. It never got any easier, no matter how much M-21 did them.
The boiler room was cosy enough and barely anyone came here ei-
"Hey, Em. "
M-21 jolted awake, scooting back, just able to stop baring his teeth from reflex.
Muzaka had stopped trying to shake him awake, after M-21 had almost bit him a few times.
"C'mon, Em, time for a break," Muzaka said, giving Em room.
M-21 scowled but got to his feet. The only problem was Muzaka would sometimes wake him up to make sure he didn't overheat by staying in the room too long.
* * *
Frankenstein paused when the boiler room door opened, getting used to not walking in straight away and letting their body acclimatise a little first.
They grimaced - was the room even hotter than usual? Muzaka had mentioned he was going to attempt to make some adjustments, and there was definitely some change made.
Frankenstein headed towards the sound of movement that was hiding underneath the clank of machinery. It wasn't long before movement caught their eye and -
Ah.
Yes. The boiler room was hotter, if Muzaka had taken to stripping off his top as well, revealing a network of scars underneath it. There were even a few that travelled down below his belt and Frankenstein was curious how they had happened. During a fight, or something else?
"Oh, hey," Muzaka said, perking up at the sight of them. "What's up?"
"I just wanted to see you," Frankenstein said, walking up, still studying Muzaka's scars. "That's quite the collection you have there."
"Eh." Muzaka shrugged. "I'm sure everyone's got their own. What's yours like?"
Frankenstein heard the boiler room door open, but by the time they looked back, the door was already closing again, no-one else there. Though Frankenstein did sense Em's presence close by, and getting further by the second.
Hm, he must have walked close enough to trip the sensor.
"Oh, I've been rather lucky in that regard..." Frankenstein said, turning their attention back to Muzaka. What Em was doing was his business.
* * *
"They didn't do it because Frankenstein and Muzaka were fucking in the boiler room this time," Em said, scowling a hole in the table at the latest meeting.
Eh? Frankenstein blinked at Em. How did Em kn-
"You seem to know when they're doing that a lot," Mary said dryly.
"I was trying to nap there!" Em snapped, his scowl deepening. "They didn't check the room before they started!"
...Ah. Em had been in the boiler room when they'd arrived? They hadn't seen... Well, they hadn't attempted to look elsewhere, only trying to find Muzaka.
Then, the door opening had been Em leaving?
Muzaka raised his hand. "I knew Em was-"
"Right," Jake interrupted, covering his face with a hand. "They've all vouched for each other so can we fucking stop talking about it now."
Was there something wrong with...
Ah.
That did sound strange.
No wonder Em was glaring at them.
Summary: M-21 liked to nap.
Notes: Among Us AU! :D
Rating: G
Genre: Sci-fi
Word count: 606
Total word count: 8,866
Status: Work in progress
M-21 liked to nap. It was usually in the lab, because not many people went there, or the boiler room, because Muzaka was there. Muzaka didn't care he napped, or that he wasn't doing tasks. Concentrating on doing tasks for a long time, even with the adaptions Muzaka had done to help, eventually gave him a headache.
It was more effort fixing up the base than it was to kill someone. That M-21 knew and could do.
Staring at things to piece them together over and over and over again was annoying and still took as much effort as the first time M-21 tried to do it. It never got any easier, no matter how much M-21 did them.
The boiler room was cosy enough and barely anyone came here ei-
"Hey, Em. "
M-21 jolted awake, scooting back, just able to stop baring his teeth from reflex.
Muzaka had stopped trying to shake him awake, after M-21 had almost bit him a few times.
"C'mon, Em, time for a break," Muzaka said, giving Em room.
M-21 scowled but got to his feet. The only problem was Muzaka would sometimes wake him up to make sure he didn't overheat by staying in the room too long.
Frankenstein paused when the boiler room door opened, getting used to not walking in straight away and letting their body acclimatise a little first.
They grimaced - was the room even hotter than usual? Muzaka had mentioned he was going to attempt to make some adjustments, and there was definitely some change made.
Frankenstein headed towards the sound of movement that was hiding underneath the clank of machinery. It wasn't long before movement caught their eye and -
Ah.
Yes. The boiler room was hotter, if Muzaka had taken to stripping off his top as well, revealing a network of scars underneath it. There were even a few that travelled down below his belt and Frankenstein was curious how they had happened. During a fight, or something else?
"Oh, hey," Muzaka said, perking up at the sight of them. "What's up?"
"I just wanted to see you," Frankenstein said, walking up, still studying Muzaka's scars. "That's quite the collection you have there."
"Eh." Muzaka shrugged. "I'm sure everyone's got their own. What's yours like?"
Frankenstein heard the boiler room door open, but by the time they looked back, the door was already closing again, no-one else there. Though Frankenstein did sense Em's presence close by, and getting further by the second.
Hm, he must have walked close enough to trip the sensor.
"Oh, I've been rather lucky in that regard..." Frankenstein said, turning their attention back to Muzaka. What Em was doing was his business.
"They didn't do it because Frankenstein and Muzaka were fucking in the boiler room this time," Em said, scowling a hole in the table at the latest meeting.
Eh? Frankenstein blinked at Em. How did Em kn-
"You seem to know when they're doing that a lot," Mary said dryly.
"I was trying to nap there!" Em snapped, his scowl deepening. "They didn't check the room before they started!"
...Ah. Em had been in the boiler room when they'd arrived? They hadn't seen... Well, they hadn't attempted to look elsewhere, only trying to find Muzaka.
Then, the door opening had been Em leaving?
Muzaka raised his hand. "I knew Em was-"
"Right," Jake interrupted, covering his face with a hand. "They've all vouched for each other so can we fucking stop talking about it now."
Was there something wrong with...
Ah.
That did sound strange.
No wonder Em was glaring at them.