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The sparkling stars of outer space twinkled through the cafeteria of a ship just like the Skeld, as the fifteen crewmembers aboard enjoyed their lunch together. Lively conversations resounded throughout the room.
"Hey, where's Flightbusy?" Platerisen, the maroon Scientist of the crew, asked Greatwrite, the yellow Noisemaker. "He should be here by now."
Greatwrite looked up from his pizza.
"Hey, Plate." Greatwrite tapped Platerisen on the shoulder, then gestured at Flightbusy. "He's right there."
Flightbusy, the red Engineer, was standing in the middle of the cafeteria, staring blankly at the wall.
"What's he doing just standing there?" Prizemercy, the cyan Scientist, asked through a bite of pizza. "He usually sits next to Latemagic over at that table."
Flightbusy's hands began to shake, launching his plastic cup off of his tray and onto the cafeteria floor, spilling its contents everywhere.
"That can't be good," noticed Prizemercy, approaching Flightbusy.
"Hey, uhh, Flightbusy?" Prizemercy attempted to get his attention. "You okay?"
Flightbusy turned toward Prizemercy but didn't answer. Instead, he began to hyperventilate, and his entire body began to tremble violently. Prizemercy took a step back from him as he managed to put his tray down on his table.
"Uhh, Flightbusy?" Prizemercy repeated. "You good?"
Flightbusy, still trembling, lost his balance and hit the floor face-first. His breaths became deeper and more frequent as he slowly got up, clutching his abdomen like in a cheesy extraterrestrial horror film.
"Go," he managed.
"What?" Prizemercy took another step back.
Flightbusy hugged himself tighter as he looked up at Prizemercy. He managed to say another word.
"Run!"
As Prizemercy started back toward the table, Flightbusy let out a loud screaming roar as he bisected at the torso, revealing a gaping toothy maw.