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esp_dragonv2Fandom: Assassin's Creed/Prototype
Summary: There was an imposter on the ship.
Contains: Blood, minor character death.
Notes: Among Us AU.
P1!Alex.
Rating: PG-13
Genre: General
Word count: 1,168
Status: Complete
There was an imposter on Gentek. Which Desmond knew, because it was him. Except it wasn't.
Sure, he was an imposter, because he'd snuck onto the ship trying to find out why the Templars were so interested in it, but the way the other crewmembers whispered among themselves, it sounded like they were talking about something completely different.
Though, he still fit the 'alien' description a little. And killing people from the shadows. The one thing that didn't fit was how the crewmates talked about finding bodies torn in half though.
That had to be an exaggeration. Stories that got more and more wild with each retelling.
So long as he didn't do anything too suspicious where anyone was looking, then he'd be safe.
Find out what exactly what was happening on Gentek, maybe deal with it, and get out.
No-one would be none the wiser.
*
"Yo," Desmond said as he entered Security, "have you seen-"
Blood. Blood splattered all over the walls. The monitors.
Teal was on the ground, her body twisted into unnatural positions as - as -
Desmond knew aliens existed. He was a descendant of one.
He was still used to aliens being at least humanoid.
Whatever was crouched over Teal was a writhing mass of black and red thick tentacles, curling over her, drawing her to itself. The imposter's attention snapped to him.
He was supposed to call an emergency meeting. He knew that.
Desmond's instincts screamed at him to fling himself to the side and run, and they'd saved his life enough times that he did it, seeing tentacles dive where he'd just been standing.
There wasn't a dull thud of flesh hitting metal.
It was a screech of metal buckling and tearing.
Desmond bolted. Was he a trained Assassin with senses normal humans didn't have? Yes.
Did those abilities mean he could deal with an actual fucking tentacle monster? Fuck no!
The imposter thudded after him and did it weigh three times as much as a human did? Was that all the tentacles condens-
"Urk!" A tentacle looped around his stomach, and that was enough to lift Desmond up into the air. More tentacles joined it and he hissed when the tentacles tightened, knowing what they were intending a second before his stomach dropped as he was slammed into the ground.
He was able to curl up just enough to not break his spine, and ended up dazed instead, his ears ringing as he was dragged closed to the imposter.
The tentacles removed his helmet and dove inside his 'suit, flowing in like some freaky water, sliding over him.
Close enough to the imposter now to realise the imposter's 'suit was gone, replaced by a leather jacket and jeans, its face partially hidden by a grey hood. It almost looked human like that, if not for its arms that were just tentacles, dragging Desmond towards it.
Close enough that Desmond lunged forward before the tentacles restricted his movements enough, twisting his wrist to release the hidden blade and drove it through the imposter's chest.
It felt wrong.
It didn't have the initial resistance of going through fabric and then flesh. There was no jolt of the blade punching through bone.
The imposter was one singular twitching mass, including its clothes.
Desmond tried to yank his hand away, tentacles bursting out of the imposter's chest instead of blood, travelling up where the blade had made a hole in his 'suit.
He saw the imposter's eyes narrow, lips tightening into a frown. It was an opening.
"You know, I usually have at least a drink with someone before we get all handsy with each other," Desmond said, still trying to tug himself free. It didn't work, the tentacles still holding him in place - they didn't tighten though either.
"You're not human," the imposter said, tentacles still sliding over him. Prodding at his skin, but that seemed to be all they were doing. Wherever the tentacles touched, they left a small heated sensation, like he was having an allergic reaction to them.
"Pot kettle black?" Desmond wasn't sure why he was so surprised the imposter spoke English. It'd have to, or else it would have been found much faster. But huh, look at that - another weird benefit to his DNA?
"You're not one of Gentek's scientists," the imposter said, the tentacles loosening and retreating back to it.
"Because I have alien DNA?" Desmond said. His shoulder throbbed, but that seemed to be the only injury he had.
He got a humourless smirk as an answer. "A scientist's first instinct isn't to stab with a weapon."
Riiight. At the reminder, Desmond removed his blade, resetting it as he cautiously got to his feet.
"They also screen who's allowed to work on the ship," the imposter continued, the 'wound' sealing up as soon as the blade was free. "They want to know all the factors for any mutations if there's an outbreak."
"An out... Oh." Biological warfare. Great. "You didn't get caught either." So the screening wouldn't be that-
Desmond's thoughts halted as the imposter's form writhed, tentacles overtaking everything and - changing. It only took a few seconds, but Teal stood in front of him, as if he hadn't just seen her broken body a few minutes ago. Just as quickly, she was gone again, the imposter in her place.
A shapeshifting alien. That made about sense as everything else did in this situation.
A shapeshifting alien who was killing crewmates that were working on something that could spread from ship to ship.
Apparently.
"And you're here to...?" Desmond fished. More information would be good. Any information would be good; he hadn't been on the ship long enough to find a way to access the more restricted areas yet.
"Stop them," the imposter said. That simple, huh. "You?"
"Well, I was wanting to find out what they were doing first, and then figure out from there." Templars being interested meant they weren't in control, so it didn't automatically mean a hidden blade to the chest to whoever was commanding the ship.
"Hnnn, so we want the same thing." The imposter looked him up and down, quiet for a moment. "I'm Alex."
Okay. A name. Not a colour. Did Desmond want to work with someone who had just tried to kill him, and had killed someone else?
...He'd also just tried to kill Alex, and neither of them succeeded.
And Alex was right: they had the same goal. If Alex could get him inside the restricted areas of the ship, he would know for sure what was going on inside Gentek.
"Desmond," he said, pausing. Did tentacle aliens greet each other with handshakes, or was that an invitation to eat him?
Alex nodded, and in a swirl of tentacles, was covered in a black 'suit, and walking away from him.
All right then. Time to see what exactly Gentek was hiding.
Inspired by Dogmatix's prompt, 'Alex Mercer, Desmond Miles, Imposter AU. 8D'
Summary: There was an imposter on the ship.
Contains: Blood, minor character death.
Notes: Among Us AU.
P1!Alex.
Rating: PG-13
Genre: General
Word count: 1,168
Status: Complete
There was an imposter on Gentek. Which Desmond knew, because it was him. Except it wasn't.
Sure, he was an imposter, because he'd snuck onto the ship trying to find out why the Templars were so interested in it, but the way the other crewmembers whispered among themselves, it sounded like they were talking about something completely different.
Though, he still fit the 'alien' description a little. And killing people from the shadows. The one thing that didn't fit was how the crewmates talked about finding bodies torn in half though.
That had to be an exaggeration. Stories that got more and more wild with each retelling.
So long as he didn't do anything too suspicious where anyone was looking, then he'd be safe.
Find out what exactly what was happening on Gentek, maybe deal with it, and get out.
No-one would be none the wiser.
"Yo," Desmond said as he entered Security, "have you seen-"
Blood. Blood splattered all over the walls. The monitors.
Teal was on the ground, her body twisted into unnatural positions as - as -
Desmond knew aliens existed. He was a descendant of one.
He was still used to aliens being at least humanoid.
Whatever was crouched over Teal was a writhing mass of black and red thick tentacles, curling over her, drawing her to itself. The imposter's attention snapped to him.
He was supposed to call an emergency meeting. He knew that.
Desmond's instincts screamed at him to fling himself to the side and run, and they'd saved his life enough times that he did it, seeing tentacles dive where he'd just been standing.
There wasn't a dull thud of flesh hitting metal.
It was a screech of metal buckling and tearing.
Desmond bolted. Was he a trained Assassin with senses normal humans didn't have? Yes.
Did those abilities mean he could deal with an actual fucking tentacle monster? Fuck no!
The imposter thudded after him and did it weigh three times as much as a human did? Was that all the tentacles condens-
"Urk!" A tentacle looped around his stomach, and that was enough to lift Desmond up into the air. More tentacles joined it and he hissed when the tentacles tightened, knowing what they were intending a second before his stomach dropped as he was slammed into the ground.
He was able to curl up just enough to not break his spine, and ended up dazed instead, his ears ringing as he was dragged closed to the imposter.
The tentacles removed his helmet and dove inside his 'suit, flowing in like some freaky water, sliding over him.
Close enough to the imposter now to realise the imposter's 'suit was gone, replaced by a leather jacket and jeans, its face partially hidden by a grey hood. It almost looked human like that, if not for its arms that were just tentacles, dragging Desmond towards it.
Close enough that Desmond lunged forward before the tentacles restricted his movements enough, twisting his wrist to release the hidden blade and drove it through the imposter's chest.
It felt wrong.
It didn't have the initial resistance of going through fabric and then flesh. There was no jolt of the blade punching through bone.
The imposter was one singular twitching mass, including its clothes.
Desmond tried to yank his hand away, tentacles bursting out of the imposter's chest instead of blood, travelling up where the blade had made a hole in his 'suit.
He saw the imposter's eyes narrow, lips tightening into a frown. It was an opening.
"You know, I usually have at least a drink with someone before we get all handsy with each other," Desmond said, still trying to tug himself free. It didn't work, the tentacles still holding him in place - they didn't tighten though either.
"You're not human," the imposter said, tentacles still sliding over him. Prodding at his skin, but that seemed to be all they were doing. Wherever the tentacles touched, they left a small heated sensation, like he was having an allergic reaction to them.
"Pot kettle black?" Desmond wasn't sure why he was so surprised the imposter spoke English. It'd have to, or else it would have been found much faster. But huh, look at that - another weird benefit to his DNA?
"You're not one of Gentek's scientists," the imposter said, the tentacles loosening and retreating back to it.
"Because I have alien DNA?" Desmond said. His shoulder throbbed, but that seemed to be the only injury he had.
He got a humourless smirk as an answer. "A scientist's first instinct isn't to stab with a weapon."
Riiight. At the reminder, Desmond removed his blade, resetting it as he cautiously got to his feet.
"They also screen who's allowed to work on the ship," the imposter continued, the 'wound' sealing up as soon as the blade was free. "They want to know all the factors for any mutations if there's an outbreak."
"An out... Oh." Biological warfare. Great. "You didn't get caught either." So the screening wouldn't be that-
Desmond's thoughts halted as the imposter's form writhed, tentacles overtaking everything and - changing. It only took a few seconds, but Teal stood in front of him, as if he hadn't just seen her broken body a few minutes ago. Just as quickly, she was gone again, the imposter in her place.
A shapeshifting alien. That made about sense as everything else did in this situation.
A shapeshifting alien who was killing crewmates that were working on something that could spread from ship to ship.
Apparently.
"And you're here to...?" Desmond fished. More information would be good. Any information would be good; he hadn't been on the ship long enough to find a way to access the more restricted areas yet.
"Stop them," the imposter said. That simple, huh. "You?"
"Well, I was wanting to find out what they were doing first, and then figure out from there." Templars being interested meant they weren't in control, so it didn't automatically mean a hidden blade to the chest to whoever was commanding the ship.
"Hnnn, so we want the same thing." The imposter looked him up and down, quiet for a moment. "I'm Alex."
Okay. A name. Not a colour. Did Desmond want to work with someone who had just tried to kill him, and had killed someone else?
...He'd also just tried to kill Alex, and neither of them succeeded.
And Alex was right: they had the same goal. If Alex could get him inside the restricted areas of the ship, he would know for sure what was going on inside Gentek.
"Desmond," he said, pausing. Did tentacle aliens greet each other with handshakes, or was that an invitation to eat him?
Alex nodded, and in a swirl of tentacles, was covered in a black 'suit, and walking away from him.
All right then. Time to see what exactly Gentek was hiding.
Inspired by Dogmatix's prompt, 'Alex Mercer, Desmond Miles, Imposter AU. 8D'