"Your an Impostor?!?!?" Twain exclaimed. "Yes. But thats not the point. Point is, I have an idea." Oliver responded. "What do you mean...?" he asked. "Heres my idea. I'm an impostor, so I'm going to do some killing. Your a crewpostor. So I was thinking-" Oliver started to say before Twain cut him off. "No. No no no no no." Oliver must be absurd! He doesn't kill! Hes peaceful! That was the main reason he was still at the outpost! He had friends! Will! The captain! Hes not gonna ruin all that now! "I like your offer, but no." he said firmly. Oliver sighed. "I had a feeling you'd say that." Twain started to walk towards the door, but Oliver stepped in front of them, blocking the doorway. "Your not leaving yet." Oliver said, now glaring at him. Twain looked at him nervously. "You can leave under 1 condition: you can't tell anyone about my identity." Oliver said, his voice lower now. "Promise." he answered, then darted out of the room. He breathed a sigh of relief. He just hoped Oliver didn't get in the way of his life. He had enough stuff going on. He started to walk towards Cafeteria, but more nervously this time, as if something was going to jump out and grab him.
Olivers intentions are clear now >:) ...but how far will he go to fulfill those intentions?
