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Hai! I’m Penelope P Shifter! I'm a pink impostor, who recently turned 18 (An adult!!!). I have a blue mouth and floating heart on top of my head that reacts through my emotions! I love my family so much! My brother, Mitchell, my parent, Perrin, and my papa, Bennet! Papa Bennet recently helped me arranged my status as a pacifistic Impostor, because... I hate killing :<. 

But this means that I get to find new friends in my job as a gardener in MIRA HQ, at 44th floor! How cool is that??

Anyways, I'll get back to you in the next chapter to share how my journey goes! :3

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So, Papa Bennet is driving me to MIRA HQ with my brother beside me in the backseat, chatting about my excitement, while Mitchell is talking about food. I'll be honest of myself, I'm not really interested about food and stuff, cuz at my young age, Perrin used to feed me dead bodies of their victims. Didn't really like it, but I let it be. And hey, my diet changed when I turned 16! So I'm eating a bit "healthy."
                                                                    ^{Perrin is Non Binary}^
To any crewmates that's been reading this, I've stopped eating bodies already!

The moment the car screeched to a stop, I looked at the window to see the entrance of the MIRA HQ, my workplace. Before I left car, I told by brother and papa goodbye, then I stepped out, watching the car drive away with Mitchell smiling at me, and waving. I waved backed too with my smile, my heart above me beating steadily. The car eventually left from vision, so I looked at my left, to see the entrance with many crewmates entering in. Oh, I can already imagine just how amazing the interior is.

I took my careful steps among the crowd, and the ever-slow revolving door. Among the crowds, I've begun to see new faces around me! It felt like I wanted to talk to them now, but it looks like they don't really have the time for that, so I'll let them be for now. 
The moment I entered the lobby in MIRA, I'm stunned with the interior! It's not like my parent had ever taken me inside the HQ at all. I've seen the outside of it, but not inside, yet the lobby is huge! Sprawling with crowds entering and exiting the elevator, others lined up within the crowd.

At first, I really had no idea what to do, but remembering what papa told me before we left home, something like a registration counter, and ask a guard of the direction or something. So, I try doing that, searching for guards among the crowd, which really took me long time. Then I found one by their uniform. Can't really forget the pictures Perrin showed me. I approached the guard and asked "Excuse me, where do I find the registration office? I'm kinda new here" in my friendliest tone. (Oh by the way, my impostor mouth is hidden, so no suspicions!) The guard was quick enough to notice and respond "It's to my left for floors 1 to 55, and to my right for floors 56 to 111" There's nothing really special about their tone, other than the fact that they were direct about it. I thanked them, and went towards the left where he pointed it. 

If I remember right from my papa, my floor is 67, so I went to my right. And wow the line seems long! No biggies, I'm patient enough to wait. I picked a random line {Ignoring the length} and waited.  The crewmate in front of me step forward, but I was quite clueless how the lanes usually work. That is until a brown crewmate with a toilet paper over their head angrily told me "Hey you fucking retard, move!" I wasn't entirely sure if he meant "excuse me" in.. a ruder way, or something else. And it took me long to realize I am supposed to move forward. So I did. 

Well... that was quite something to my first day. Couple minutes flew by and this brown crewmate kept yelling at me just cuz of how slow I am. I did try to calm him down but it kinda looks like he's too angry to even listen, that is someone from a different lane said "Hey, shit, over here" The brown crewmate looked at the direction of the voice "Calm-the-fuck down, and from what she looks like, it's her first day and you're giving her a bad first impression." The brown crewmate stammered, as if he was gonna protest, but it seems he didn't, as if he accepted the truth of it. 

But there's something about this crewmate  that calmed him down. Their voice is quite masculine, but feminine in appearance. They looked at me with a smirk on their eyes. I expressed back with my visor. Though through my stammer, I said "Thanks." And right before I add anything further, they spoke back "Ah, don't worry about it. He's usually like this and his patience is.. well... terrible, in my friendlier way to say." Their voice is calmer, and for some reason, their voice sounds like a man who is trying to be a woman but fails. 

The rose crewmate spoke again, introducing themself "I'm Shella, design intern of MIRA, you?" I responded back, quite confidently. "I'm Penelope. How do you know it's my first day here? And why do you look and sound different?" 
"Oh, my voice and how I look? That's because I'm a transfem; a boy to a girl. And how'd I know about you being new here is because, one; you don't have an ID, and two; it looked like you have no idea how falling in lines work." She chuckled, and so do I, but it felt raw on laughing back.

We continued talking back and forth. I shared about my passions of making friends like Shella, even a bit about my pacifistic nature as an impostor. Frankly she's quite shocked, but not too alerty-kind of surprise. Anyways what she shared me is she's an artist, painting canvas in her own quarters. No wonder why she would ever choose to be the designer team. By the way, she occasionally glances at the brown crewmate behind me, and told me that he's still impatient and still definitely is pissed at me. I hope it's definitely not cuz of the 'girls are too noisy' mindset hehe :3 
or just cuz this stubborn line is just that long

After minutes of talking, Shella noticed the line first "Oh! You're next after the crewmate before you" I looked at my left and did notice that we are already closer to the desk, and before anything else is done, she instructs me about the registration desk "Once you reach the desk, you have to state your name, your floor number, and your job. Makes it easier for the worker" with a snicker after that particular statement. I chucked back on that.

The crewmate moved to my side, walking away. And seeing the desk in front of my eyes. I can feel the excitement and nervousness inside me, before I took my step and right before that crewmate can yell at me. The worker looked at me, as if they're waiting for my input, so I stated my full name, floor number, and that I'm a gardener. I watch the registration worker typing on their keyboard, before sipping a cup of coffee, and placed an empty card to a peculiar device. The buzz on the device is quite loud, but quick. I watched the worker take it out, then blew it and slot it to a container with a yarn on. They handed it over to me, looking at the thingamajig. I'm quite amazed with the details, my face, my info, and my name around it. Before I even looked at the back, the worker said "Next." on the mic. The brown crewmate shoved me away from the desk, as if he's really that impatient of me I suppose. 

I heard Shella's voice calling me, "Penelope!" which, naturally I looked at the sound of her voice "You got your ID?"
"This?" I showed to her "Yeah, that's your ID, pretty much an important thing so people won't just have to ask your name, and so that they wouldn't think you work for free, heh. Anyways, not sure if the worker ever told you, but once you arrived at your floor, you'll meet your personalized tour guide. You'll know who if they call out your name or surprise you. Unironically the latter is common haha. It's not me who's going to be your tour guide though!" Of course she's not gonna be guide, I mean she's an intern from a different job, so she's definitely busy with something else. "Anyways, try to enjoy your first days as a gardener, I'm sure you'll like it." She said with a whisper, both of us are smiling, before she turned away to move along the lane.

Looking around, I tried to find where the elevators usually are, from the last time I remembered seeing it the first time I entered. There I was able to find it, which the hallway is longer surprisingly, and looking at the overhead signs, the floors between 51 to 100 is at the further right. So I rushed towards the direction the sign pointed, so I hope I wont miss it. Throughout my rush, I've begun noticing each elevator doors filled with yet another long lines, waiting for the next cart to arrive. Luckily there was one that's opened and still piling people in, but I had to hurry. I was able to reach in time and last, but there was someone else that's way ahead than me. Before I turned around, I heard the words "YOU MOTHERUFUCK-" I recognized that voice before the doors closed—that same brown crewmate insulting me earlier. I guess I didn't need to see that coming, hehe.

The elevator took a while to reach the first floor, and when it did, I heard the speaker say "Floor 50; please stand clear from the doors and passengers exiting" and the moment the door opened, many people asked me to excuse. I had to step away from the elevator, the others did too to make way. I entered back in, and repetitively did this a couple of times, until I reached my floor. I was still at the front so I guess I didn't need to ask someone to excuse, I only exited straight away. The moment I left the hall of elevators, I'm immediately stunned with the amazing scenery, huge artwork on the ceiling, almost like it's a church cathedral, just more about that forest'y art. And the floor-to-ceiling height is so far by hundreds of feet, no wonder why this building is huge!

My bewilderment was interrupted the moment I felt my [invisible] shoulder tapped. I jolted for a moment, and turned my back, to see a cyan crewmate {i'm quite lazy to describe her details in character, but it goes yellow visor, has two lashes protruding her visor, has a red daisy anchored to her head, and her backpack is futuristic'ish. yes that's d-side pink-} her glaze in her visor already tells me she's going to be my friendly tour guide. Before I even said hi to her, she spoke first "You must be Penelope "Pink" Shifter, right?"
"Yeah, that's me" I showed her my ID to confirm. She glances at it, then back to my eyes. She lets go of my gestures before greeting me "Well, I'm Maria Anabelle Dawson" she bowed upon stating her name "I'm the 36th secretary of gardening in the 67th floor, and of course, your tour guide"

{i'm cutting parts of this shit cuz i wanted it to get done}

Along the way, she showed me parts of the place, the greenhouse forest that has butterflies and bugs, the viewport where you can see the skies and cities under. And then you have the bonzai gardens, where many gardeners like me trim stubborn overgrown leaves. I'm quite amazed with the overall environment and ecosystem management this place is!

Finally, my tour guide lead me to the quarters where I'll rest. We went two stairs up, and showed me my assigned room, 67-315. "This is the room, where you'll sleep, relax, and maybe chat around after your working schedule. You're roommate is Shella R. Sussreen." The moment I heard Shella's name, I was surprised, but I had to verify first if this is my Shella I talked to earlier "Shella? The rose crewmate with a cherry on top of her head"
"Yeah," she nodded "How did you know about her?" My heart inside me, it began beating excitedly, while keeping my cool from my heart above me. "Because I just first met and chat with her when I was lined up in the registration thingy!" I gestured along, my tour guide is quite surprised. "Oh wow! And how is she?"
"She seems to be a nice get-along person like myself!" We both chuckled "Well, she's that kind of woman who will stand up" she commented. And- "-That's exactly what she did for me back in the registration desk"
"Oh, she stood up for you?" with awe in her tone
"Yeah! Because there was that one brown crewmate who kept babbling and yelling behind my back simply because I didn't know how lining up works. She eventually stepped in, well, from the other lane, and helped me calm down that crewmate"
"Oh, that guy... Yeah there are at times where we meet these kinds of people we don't want to face." 
"Yeah..." I nodded back on her statement. There was a few moment of silence, before she spoke again "Anyways, the door lock is a keycard reader; just tap your ID and you'll enter in." She points at a black box above the door handle. I grabbed my ID and hovered over it, then there's beeps, and the light turned green, before she turned the handle and the door slides open. She peaked through the room "Wow, she's made renovations since..." she whispered. Before looking back at me. "Well, if there's any questions, you can ask right now; do you have any?" I shook my head "No."
"Well, when you do, you can just find me or any other people who knows the place, like your friend, Shella. Anyways, I'll be going! See ya" She gestured, and me, I waved back. I watched her walk away to the stairs for a moment. I snapped back on what I was supposed to do, enter in the room and rest for a while

I did, and looking around, I can already smell the acrylic paint and incense that's all mixed together. Heh, as if she's trying to mask the former smell. It seems though her part of our room is furthest from the door, while my part is the closest. I could tell because it's quite emptier than what's in front. But what is shared, other than the room, is a bed; a bunk bed. I inspected it for a moment, and sure enough, it looked like she prefers to be at the top of the bunk. Well I suppose I can just rest from the bottom bunk. The bed, pillows and blanket are cleaner than her side.

I sat down with a sigh. It hasn't gone night, yet, still 3:53 PM, quite late in the afternoon. But probably the waiting and tour expended most of it. For now, I suppose I'll rest and do my work by 4:30 PM. I'll drowse off for now, and I'll tell ya' how it goes in the next chapter.

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I woke up suddenly to the sound of my phone alarm, which was buzzing under my pillow. It is 4:31 PM. Well, at least I was able to get some good 40 minutes of rest. I sat up in my bed and stretched my arms upwards. Then I walked towards the door, leaving the room. Along the way, though, I've really thought about the friends I could make in the gardens! Hopefully, it's not one of those impatient kinds like the one from the registration desk line. 

Back at the crowded lobby at the 67th, I almost forgot how crowded this place really is. I looked up the signs for my direction and followed them. By the time I reached the garden, I feel refreshed of the less-crowdy space. Well, that's until I'm seeing that many fellow gardeners doing their tasks. I’m just quite surprised of the crowdiness in one floor. Though, would this also be the same thing from the floor below? I wonder though.

Anyways, back on what I needed to do. I head over to a random gardener and ask them how I can get my first task. They’re kind enough to tell me where it is. Apparently, the task machine is right by the entrance of the greenhouse forest. How did I miss that? I thanked them, and even acknowledged my first day, cuz they told me to enjoy my young days!

Approaching at the task machine, I noticed the instructions of the machine, and it is simple and quite underwhelming as I thought. All I had to do is tap my ID and let the lists of my tasks of the day print. To my surprise, the list is small, because the moment I grabbed the paper from the machine, there was only one thing to do as two separate steps: exchange a wilted flower’s soil with a newly grown flower, then place them in a “Flower Disposal Exchangement” …whatever that is. The task paper also printed out some other details, my name, the date today, and most importantly: the instructions to do the task on the back. 

So, I’m told that the flower gardens are lit up by an orange ceiling light. Looking up, I followed it. Not blindly of course, don’t wanna bump into crewmates growing their precious plants. It took me a couple of seconds to get there. And then I see it, wilted flowers placed on a peculiar table. The flowers I’m supposed to replace are marked by a yellow tag from the pots. It told me that the soil is healthy, but i just need to remove the dead flower and its roots from the soil. 

{writer’s note: i never experienced gardening as much so dont expect it to be accurate}

So, I got to work. I sorted out the pots I needed to do, along with some healthy flowers that were packed from a plastic bag instead of a pot (why that one?) and began plucking out the flowers with my gloved hands (oh nearly forgot to tell you I put on my gloves before starting, the instructions told me to. I’m so silly on forgetting to tell hehe :3) and the roots. I made sure the dirt is cleared, and not damage the roots while trying to remove it. I put the wilted flower beside to a container, then made a hole to the soil in the middle, just so I can plant the new flower. Which I did that while the flower is quite anchored to its original soil, then it is planted in, and covered the gaps. I sprinkled the soil with a spray of water. Repeated it for the other flower, and I’m done!

Now, all I have to do is put the wilted flowers in the Flower disposal exchange thingy, whatever. The old flowers are sitting in the plastic bags of the previous soil, the new ones were in, so I picked them up and followed through with where it is according to the instructions. And there, it’s a counter desk as it seems. From what I read, all I had to do was open the door hatch up, and place the wilted flowers in… “no questions asked.” What a strange way to  finish a sentence from instructions. Anyways, I did just so that: slid up the hatch, placed the two plastic bags with the flowers in, and closed it. Though I’m curious what they do with it or what’s in the other side, but I guess I shouldn’t ask about it.

And I’m done for the day! Well.. that was quick anyway. I guess I’ll just head back to my apartment. Or, our apartment, safe to say. Since it’s me and Shella there. As I approached at the lobby though, I was able to get a lucky glance of someone in the hallway. Of course, I mean I just crossed paths with Shella in the crowded lobby. She was just talking to someone, probably her co-worker in her design job, yet they’re already breaking paths, as if they just finished talking. Knowing how excited I was, I yelled her name excitedly
“Shella!”
I shouted twice

And she looked at me and her expression suddenly changes, both shocked and happiness. Her voice seemed too low for me to hear her correctly, but I’m sure she did say “Oh! Penelope!”
My heart above me is beating excitedly, as I let my energy walked faster to her hearing distance, probably pushed some, but not that many. I got close enough to her distance already, and we just looked at each other, both of us are smiling (especially my ‘:3’ face, ah, can’t forget about dear Penelope’s face can ya’, readers?)
She spoke first “Penelope, Hi! How are you? How was your first task?”
I responded, “It was simple, I only had one task in two steps.”
She snickers, “Yeah, first dayers usually get simple and short tasks like those.”
I agreed back, and “Oh!” before I forget, I immediately told her “Shella, I wanna tell you something”
“What is it?”
Without any hesitation or nervousness in my voice, I said, “We’re roommates!”
“Really??” Her expression goes back to excitement and surprise again
“Yeah! This means we get to bond more and, maybe, work on our room together!”
She nods back, as if she’s agreeing to the idea.

Cut away some few minutes of us just talking about what we know about each other, we’re just standing by the door of our room. And before anything else, she just had to ask me one thing: “You didn’t happen to bring any personal belongings aside from your pocket things, right? Because the first time I saw you, I didn’t see a backpack with you.” I shook my head and whispered, “No.”
“Figures,” she groaned a little.

I watched her tap her ID, hearing the chime and followed by a click. She opens the door, but for some reason, she sprinted towards her side of the room. I was confused at first, until she told me “Room is a mess! Sorry about that, Penelope!”
I was quite surprised that she’s really that type of person who values neatness, but I assured her “No, no! It’s okay! I don’t mind the mess.”
She pauses for a moment, as if she’s letting those words sink in to her mind. She just smiled, and gently put the stuff down, her voice barely above whisper levels only said “okay then.” She stood up, dusting herself for a moment, and sighing. “Alright!” She said “First of all, I’m totally sure you’ve seen parts of the room, but not all of it, right?” I nodded “Yeah”
“Okay, but of course you haven’t seen the most of it. But I’ll tour you”

And tour me her shared room, she did. She showed me things that speak quite a lot about her. Some painting materials that for some reason is quite a mess in the box, her laptop desk that around the walls has some kawaii stickers on it, and around the laptop too! For some strange reason, she also toured our restroom, but she’s demonstrating her cleanliness at places that need it quite the most. As if she’s really waiting for a roommate to expect the place to be clean.. well, that being me! I really appreciate the things she has done while she was indeed waiting for a roommate such as myself.
“…And that’s pretty much all about the room tour. Any questions about it?” I shook my head, it seems like we’re all wrapped for the room tour.

Few seconds cut, we sat by at the top of the bunk bed. Both of us are looking at the empty side of my room. I spoke first “You know, I’m thinking we could at least make my side of our room more alive, like all the extra wallpaper you kept in your storage. And maybe a bit of paint.”
“Yeah, now that you mention it though, we can’t really do the latter or make a hole in a wall” Shella mentions “It’s room policy, and the only thing they can allow is wallpaper”
I listen attentively, nodding. Silence fills the room for a moment. And then Shella broke it “By any chance, did you pack up your things to get it delivered here?”
“Yeah, why?”
She huffs, shaking her head “Because personal belongings delivery to this floor takes like frickin’ weeks. If you’re even unlucky, months.”
“Oh.” is all I had to say. “Well, the best thing I could do is try to be patient.”
“Yeah, but not when your room looks quite empty without anything to think about your family other than looking at your phone once in a while.” We both chuckled to that, but there wasn’t any humor to it either. 

Speaking of, Shella glanced at her phone for a moment, then to me “Well, it’s almost getting 10 PM, we should definitely wrap up the day {yes. time did went way too fast}
I paused for a moment, looking down, then to her. I guess I have nothing much else to say other than. “Yeah, and I’m guessing people in MIRA are supposed to be early birds?”
“Not really, but it’s a recommended routine. Shifts usually start at 8:10 AM on average, but we need that time for the cafeteria and basic routine.”
“Okay, but why the early time?”
“Because I like to do some activities early morning before going out to do some stuff before work.”
I didn’t really think much that, but I guess it is reasonable for her. Again, nothing much to say. “Well, I guess it’s a good night, eh?”
While climbing down to the bottom bunk, Shella was speaking to me “Yeah! Get comfy with your sleep”
“Like I just took a nap here before”
“Oh, okay then!”
We both tucked in our blankets, and because I’m like closer to the bed table, I had to crawl from the bedsheets to get it out. The room turns dark, but not too blind dark. As my head rests on the pillow, I say this to her “Good night Shella.”
“Good night Penelope.” She responded back. I smiled to that response.

My eyes drifts away to sleep… well I guess the morning will be a big moment to have my first real shift.

But I think there was something else interesting before I had to move on to the next chapter. Because in the morning, this happened quite interestingly for me.

I woke up to my phone alarm. For sure, it’s 6:09 AM in the morning. I was a few minutes late, but it shouldn’t matter too much, I hope. I got up from my bed, then thought about it for a moment. Well, Shella hasn’t gone up yet, from what I can assume. So I checked on her by climbing on top, and… she’s facing the wall with her back turned to me. And for some reason, I can hear her groaning. Her arms are moving in a repeated motion. I quietly got closer to her, and I’m quite surprised by what she’s saying, but also, I’m a bit confused.

“ooh… fuck… Penelope… I…--“ She turned her body to me, and I can see what she’s doing. For a moment, I saw her hands holding herself at the bottom. And before I got a full look at it, her eyes suddenly opened wide in shock. “PENELOPE?!”
She panicked and grabbed a pillow to her crotch. “Wh… what are you doing up here?!”
“Why are you still up here instead of doing other things?”
“Right… that’s a good question,” She snickered. For a moment, though, her visor glances everywhere but me. 
She groans loudly out of embarrassment, “I can’t believe you just saw me masturbating!”
“Master… what?” I didn’t actually quite understand what she just said, or what it is. But her eyes look like she’s surprised that I don’t know.
“You… never had any sex education before?”
“No, I haven’t. My parent said it’s not really a good topic to know until the ‘right age’, so I guess I’m more curious now.”

Her eyes glance down, to her crotch at least, then to my eyes. She sighs, as if she’s going to explain it to me. “Well, it’s one of those enjoyable experiences an adult could do, with their…” she points at her crotch “private parts.” I nodded curiously. She continues “It’s quite the ‘pleasurable’ thing to do, and addictive if you ask me. But, you’ll understand it better if you get the hang of it.” I nodded again. Yeah, I listened attentively, but I still haven’t gotten the full understanding on the complete picture.

“So… I guess this is the activity you do in the morning?”
“M- maybee….” She spoke back “I do this every day in some ways, and I can’t help myself but to finish. And uh…” she hesitantly removed her pillow covering her private part. I look at it, and.. I’m not sure what to say about it. It’s as if I never really saw a male private part other than that one time where I accidentally saw my brother naked from the showers. Seriously though, I’m quite distracted on how it looks, 
until my mind was pulled back from Shella talking “I haven’t finished, yet. So… because uhm.. I'm not saying you did something bad to me.. but could you give it a hand because you interrupted me?”

I look at her, with my confused face, because I’m not sure on what to do. So I asked her. “How?”
And quickly enough, without any words other than “Like this…” her hands guided mine, as she made me hold it. Then, she motions it, up, and down, slowly. The touch of her male part sends me shivering for some reason. Like, it feels warm, and rough, yet her skin is smooth..
Her voice shook, I could hear it, but she’s able to form words to instruct me “Just… just keep stroking it like that… until something will happen to… it…” She wasn’t able to describe it more, but I think I understood a bit. She lets go of my hand, and I just keep moving it up and down. 

“Don’t let go…” she whispered from her shaky breath. Looking at her eyes, she’s quite flushed, and her hand that was previously guiding my hand is used to cover her mouth. I continued this for like… couple of seconds, each time she told me to stroke it faster.. Until, she moaned, and leaned back, and then some white sticky substance from her private part sprayed around my hands, and my head, too. I quickly let go of it and looked at it, but I didn’t panic for some reason. 

I look at her face, and she seems to be flushed, and exhausted at the same time? If there’s any other words I put it. The moment she opened her eyes, I had to ask her. “What was that for?”
I could tell through her visor that she’s quite embarrassed, yet smiling on what just happened “That… that’s usually the post-act of uhm… ‘jerking off’ I release my cum.”
Cum… I looked at the white substance again, and brushed off some on my head, and looking at it… so this is cum.. I suppose. While I was looking at it, she spoke “There isn’t really much else to describe it, but you shouldn’t worry about it either. Though you have to clean yourself since it does get quite messy…”
I nodded as I pulled out my handkerchief from my pocket and wiped myself from it. I look at her eyes again, she’s panting, but lets out a chuckle and told me, “So much for your first morning of the workplace… Penelope.”

Yeah… so much of my first morning of work.