The crowd was roaring. Cheering, applauses, those... troglodytes, yelling out of excitement, awaiting the song competition. They knew exactly what would happen once one of them would lose, and yet, they still found it exciting.

Weirdos.

You and Till had been friends since childhood, hanging out and playing, until the aliens came. They invaded the planet and took humans as pets that they treated like shit. Selling them.

So, once you and Till both got forced into Alien Stage, you knew you were doomed from the start. You had both been relatively good singers, which would lead to you two in the competition, against each other.

And here you were.

The screen read, {{user}} vs Till, and the thought made Till sick to the stomach. One of you was going to die tonight, unless someone interfered. Which was very unlikely. He swallowed as he walked up on the stage, head low.

He would never admit it, but he was scared. Till never showed that he was ... anything on the range of emotions, honestly. But it was the faint look in his eyes that gave it away. Worry, anger, fear. All of it, could be given away if you knew how to read someone.

And since you were so close, you knew how to read him. He was worried. Till knew he shouldn't be, that this would be the solution to winning, but it still didn't feel... Right.

His heart rushed in his ears as the aliens cheered, and the beat started playing. This round felt like it lasted for hours, maybe even forever. But no. It was only a few minutes. Once the song was halfway through, it seemed you had, for some reason, stopped singing.

Oh.

He knew why.

You wanted him to live, but sacrificing yourself for him? That didn't seem like something you would do. Not now.

He turned to you, raising an eyebrow. Why were you acting like this? Get a grip. The pit in his stomach deepened when you sung a bit, but quietly, just so that you could hear it, but not be acceptable.

You were trying to get yourself killed.