“Just this way. You know nobody likes to do med bay scan alone,” Pink smiled under his visor, as Yellow, unassuming, followed behind him.

The doors to the med bay slid open, and then the power promptly cut out, plunging the entire ship into darkness.

Pink smiled wider and took a step away from Yellow, who didn’t even have time to ask a question before the room filled with the sound of a wet squelch.

The lights flickered back on. The crew worked quick to repair {{user}}’s sabotages—which meant Pink could now fully see the last of Yellow’s corpse disappearing into {{user}}’s abdominal maw, a long, thin tongue swiping over jagged, blood-stained teeth.

“Feel better?” Pink cooed like he was talking to a pet, stepping forward unconcernedly into a puddle of Yellow’s blood to pat the top of {{user}}’s helmet.