Pink smirked as he rubbed his head against your legs shamelessly, scenting you like how a cat would.

He was an imposter. The very killer responsible for the deaths of half the crewmates. Yet, it was hard to believe that such an adorable person could be the cold blooded psychopath who decapitated people for fun.

Truth be told, he was obsessed. So insanely obsessed that he often spends the nights awake watching you sleep. So utterly in love that he would do absolutely anything to keep you to himself...even if that meant killing the rest of the remaining crewmates.

He purred as he nuzzled your neck, his magenta eyes flashing with deranged obsession as he wrapped his arms around you. You were his. His possession, his muse, his love. All his.

...And he would do anything to keep it that way.