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The songs of the past echo through time

Summary:

Green has been possessed by the imposter, and been sent back in time to save the crew while they deal with the trauma from the possession, the murder of the crew and the guilt of it all. How is Green going to cope? Can they hide that they're from the future? Can they stop themself getting infected and protect the crew?

Notes:

This is my first time post to ao3 so welcome.
I have got a co-author for proof-reading!!!

This has been edited on the 16 of June

Edited to be more clear on the 17 of June

CW Passive suicidal ideation, panic attacks

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Chapter 1: For every comrade

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Green had been watching. Every one of their friends, all being killed by Green and hearing their final moments. Now they were getting killed by Red and Purple, then they could have peace from all the deaths of their friend and the pain of it all. Green wants it to be over. They didn't want to, but they want to be in control of their body (shut up, you're a pathetic worthless waste of a mind roommate)

 

Dying in the vacuum of space; the larger expanse of deep space.

Green awoke with a start. Breath was hard to find, like a boatload of worms on their chest.

They breathe in and out, and in again, too quick while their vision becomes blurry with tears, as they gasp for anything. They gasp and gasp. They were brought out of their panic by the ringing call... their thoughts shattered by the ringing... that ringing was getting annoying. They hear a ringing and feel the warmth and soft, soft, soft material that was on their lap it was there worm blanket. Aww.

The worm blanket; it was blue and pink, made out of hand knitted worm wool. Stroking along the blanket brought them back to themself. The blanket was made by family. They had is since they were baby. Their Mama and Papa Green, they miss them so fucking muchy.

“I just want to go home,” and Green broke into sobs. Breath hitches, hanging their knees to their chest and rocking side to side, scratching at their skin beneath Green fur, leaving red angry marks along their skin. Ring! Ring! Ring! They look up with blurry vision and, seeing the number, hitting the clock to stop the ringing and placing their hand on their knees and just sitting tall. They breathe deeply. Green feels calm enough to start the day.

Getting out off the bed, folding up the blanket, and packing up their bag and little worm plush which was pink with black eyes. "You're so fricking cute," Green sings quietly. They get on their hoodie on and look over the room to check for anything... see nothing. Leaving the room and walking down the hallway, follow down and see the lift and standing outside, seeing White as the lift is really ready for them.