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(A continuation of my Among us Scott au)

When Scott woke up the next cycle, he was surrounded by warm bodies. He glanced around him. Ranboo was sprawled across his lap with his head on Tubbo’s stomach. Tubbo leaning against his right side. Tommy was curled up on his left side, tucked under his arm.

Scott’s heart melted at the sight, his tentacles appearing behind him as he held Tommy closer. One pulled Tubbo closer to him and the other tentacle petted Ranboo’s hair. Scott swallowed down the purr that threatened to escape him as he sat contently in the middle of the nest of hatchlings. He silently wished that this moment could last forever.

But sadly, all good things had to come to an end.

Ranboo started to stir, and Scott quickly hid his tentacle again. Ranboo opened his eyes and blinked slowly. Scott smiled at him. “Good morning Ranboo, Sleep well?”

Ranboo sat up and rubbed his eyes. “Yeah. You are very comfy.” He yawns and stretches. Scott chuckled.

“I’m glad,” Tommy grumbled as he snuggled closer to Scott.

“Shut up, fuckers. I’m trying to sleep.” Tommy muttered.

Tubbo cracked open his eyes and sat up. “Good morning, Scott!” He said cheerfully and loudly.

Tommy groaned and glared at Tubbo.

Both Scott and Ranboo laughed at Tommy's expense, much to the confusion of Tubbo.

“What?”

“Nothing Tubbo.” Ranboo snickered.

“Come on Tommy, it’s time to get up.” Scott gently encouraged. Tommy whined but eventually did comply.

Scott got up as well and stretched out. “Come on, I bet Niki has made muffins for breakfast.”

If Tommy hadn’t looked awake before, now he was practically shaking, “Oh hell yeah!” He ran off towards the cafeteria.

“Hey! Wait for me!” Tubbo called as he dashed after him. Ranboo looked at Scott with a shrug and followed. Scott shook his head and walked with Ranboo.

Scott and Ranboo idly chatted as they walked to the cafeteria.

When they arrive, Tommy and Tubbo angrily eat their breakfast while Phil looks amused. Scott tilted his head questioningly towards the two while looking at Phil.

Phil continued to look bemused as he explained, “They are both angry because they are trash duty after trying to steal all of Niki’s muffins.”

Tommy grumbled as he munched on a chocolate chip muffin. “We weren’t stealing! We were saving them from everyone else!” Phil shook his head exasperated while Ranboo chuckled at their misfortune. Scott grinned slightly in understanding and mirth.

He and Ranboo grabbed breakfast before sitting down with the group, seemingly to be the last ones. Ranboo grabbed a poppy seed muffin with a bowl of fruit. The duel-eyed human had a glass of milk as well. Scott grabbed a blueberry muffin, opting for something light this morning. He also had a glass of apple juice to go with it.

Once everyone was settled, Phil started to speak. “Ranboo, you’ll go meet up with Techno. He’s in Med Bay with Wilbur. You’ll be learning about Imposters.” Scott froze mid-bite when he heard that. Said teen fist pumped.

“Yes!” Ranboo quickly inhaled the rest of his food before hopping out of his seat. The other two protested. “Can’t we go with him? Come on Phil, please?” They begged, both giving puppy eyes.

Phil eyed the two before he sighed fondly. “Fine, you little shits,” The three teens began to move towards the door, but Phil stopped them with his voice. “But Tubbo and Tommy when it’s over, you two still need to clean out the trash shoots.” Both boys groaned but nodded as they left.

Scott snapped out of his stupor as Phil turned to him. “You will be with me in Navigation today, Scott,” Phil said with a smile. “I hope you don’t mind but I could use an extra set of eyes reading me coordinates.”

“No, of course not. I’ll happily be with you today.” Scott said with a kind smile, though it was slightly strained. Thankfully, Phil didn’t seem to notice as he smiled back. “Great, but before we go to navigation, let's clean this up.”

Together they stood up, gathering all the plates from the teens and themselves, and brought them to the kitchen. There was a silence between them, neither speaking as Scott washed the dishes while Phil dried and put them away. The imposter’s mind was buzzing with activity, wandering with intrusive thoughts. Part of him whispers that Phil knows what he is, another part is confident that this is just another day. A tiny part of him is happy to spend time with another member of his pod. Scott shook off that thought as he focused on the mind-numbing task in front of him.

It was far too soon when all the dishes were gone from the sink. Phil and Scott began the trek to navigation, their footsteps echoing around the metallic hallways. They passed weapons, where Niki was working on fixing a blaster that an asteroid damaged. Then they passed O2 where Jack was seemingly going over the oxygen systems. Finally, they reached Navigation with Phil humming a tune as Scott followed anxiously.

Phil turned to him and clapped his hands together. “Usually, I would have Techno help me, but he needed to educate Ranboo as his apprentice. I apologize that this was suddenly pushed on you.” The captain said sheepishly. “It’s simple. You just need to read off the logs and I’ll record them and organize them.”

The cyan-haired imposter nodded and replied, “Yeah, I can do that. And it is completely fine.”

Phil grinned, “Great. We can get started right away.”

The green crewmate pulled up a time sheet of automated logs and pulled another document up. He instructed Scott to read them off to him, which Scott did without question. But Scott couldn’t get his mind off the earlier conversation. So after doing logs for an hour, there was a pause as Phil pulled up more time sheets.

Scott piped up, “You mentioned Imposters earlier, what are your options on them?” The cyan-haired man watched as his captain froze for a second before, he turned to him. Phil had this hard expression on, making Scott gulp silently. He wondered if he’d regret asking this.

Phil continued to have this stony expression on as they remained tense and silent as he contemplated his answer. Finally, Phil spoke, “Scott, I am going to be honest with you. An imposter killed my wife when the boys were young.” The tone he said it in was emotionless.

Scott felt as if he was just punched in the gut. If Phil ever found out, he would be tossed out of the airlock for sure. All he could utter was, “I’m sorry for your loss.” He bowed his head in respect.

Phil nodded, “Thank you,” He had this distant look on his face, “But there is more. You see, my boys and I wouldn’t be here either if it wasn’t for an imposter as well.” Scott glanced up, with a distinct head tilt. Phil was staring out into the stars. “The imposter fought the one that killed my wife. He allowed time for my boys and me to escape the ship we were on. We would have died on that ship if he didn’t.” Phil confessed.

Scott frowns a bit. “Phil, I’m sorry for bringing it up, you don’t have to continue.” The cyan-suited imposter reassured him. In truth, Scott was interested in finding out Phil’s answer but didn’t want him to suffer bad memories. With a sudden blink and then a sigh, Phil answered, “I think if I ever met an imposter again, it would be too soon. But if I did, I truly hope they will be like the one that saved the rest of my family.”

Scott nodded silently, wondering if he fell into that category. Would he fight Owen if it came down to it? He didn’t have much time to contemplate it as a scream rang out from O2.

Instantly, both Scott and Phil began to rush to the room. The moment they turned the corner, they saw Niki, holding Jack in her arms as she desperately held a wound in his stomach shut. Blood decorated the ground and splattered against the walls. Phil rushed to Nikk’s side, Scott following right behind. Jack was semi-conscious but was out of it.

“We need to get him to the med bay,” Phil instructed. “Niki, you hold the wound shut, me and Scott will carry him carefully.” Nikki nodded, tears beginning to well up in her eyes. “Scott, grab his shoulders, I’ll grab his legs.” Nodding, he grabbed Jack’s shoulders.

“On three, lift,” Phil commanded.

“One, Two, Three.”

Scott raised Jack as Phil instructed. Nikki kept a tight hold on his stomach, her gloved hands covered in Jack’s blood. Scott carried the blue crewmate as fast as Nikki and Phil allowed, his stomach churning with guilt as blood droplets fell to the floor of the cafeteria. He looked away, catching Phil’s concerned glance out of the corner of his eye.

He didn’t deserve his concern, he was supposed to do this, but Owen had to do it. He swallowed the lump in his throat. God, Owen. How is he going to explain this to him. He couldn’t hurt these humans. Maybe he could convince him that they could kill another crew instead. Possibilities ran through his head as he continued to hurry Jack to the med bay.

When they entered, he was surprised to find everyone else, including Owen in the med bay. Everyone turned to look at them when they walked in. A flash of annoyance crossed Owen’s face before it was gone, a look only Scott could catch as he and Phil laid Jack down in the bed.

“Wilbur!”

“On it!” Wilbur responded to Phil as he began to rush around. “Everyone out! I need to work.”

With that, everyone except Nikki, Phil and Wilbur were ushered out of the room, with Phil’s parting words being, “Everyone go back to your rooms. As of right now, we are all going to be in pairs until we know the cause of this.” Phil stared down Scott as he spoke, and it took everything in his power not to squirm. Owen led him back to their shared room, protecting him from the gaze of Phil.

Once the door of their room was shut, Owen grinned. “I got one, Scott!” He said happily. Scott stared at his hands then up at him in disbelief at his joy.

“I know! How could you do that!?” Scott exclaimed, confusing Owen. “They are a tight-knit crew, they are going to know!” He said it as an excuse. Owen rolled his eyes as he climbed onto his bunk and sat there.

“They won’t figure it out until it’s too late. If we kill pink and green tomorrow, then it’ll be easy pickings.” Owen lay down with his hands under his head.

Scott felt himself pale as he realized that Owen had everything planned out already. When Owen had a goal set, there was not changing it. He swallowed and when to speak when the door opened behind them. Both looked over to see a shocked looking Tommy.

He had heard everything.

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