(A/n, By now I feel like I should stop worrying about updating every week, but I need to make the chapters. Idk, I'll try to make them longer so I can get more sleep. Hate out!)

(P.s, Okay I really need more sleep, I just started nose bleeding. Ima get a paper towel or something.)

According to Cosmic's shouting over the massive cluster of shrieking infected, one,  singular, uno, landing dock was open. However, he had failed to mentioned that A, it was under maintenance, and B, The opening and closing of the airlock was completely manual. It was  literally a rusty pipe jammed into a gear. You groan, slowly dragging your hand down your face as the nightmarishly hot pink cruiser comes into view. Why the hell did the rose have to suck balls? Now that you think about it, didn't the piles of paperwork you may or may not have skipped through say something about mushroom zombies? And like... all sorts of things wrong about the ship. The reactor... the guns... the crew... what the hell?! This sounds like some shitty Wattpad story! Next thing you know, you'll wake up in a cryostats pod with a future love interest. Hmm. Orion is trying to get your attention, letting you know that the airlock was closed and air was now in the docking bay. You ignore him, stating that you're to busy trying to figure out how to escape reality. Whatever that means... 

"Reality, huh... well you could jump into a black hole but that would be extremely painful." Bruce yells, attempting to open a door to one of the elevators. Orion and Bruce start an argument about how to properly open the elevator. Orion just wants to activate the control panel that powers the doors, but nooooooooo! Bruce has got to pry open and potentially break the panel, in a ridiculous attempt to "Hack it like a spy". You groan and leave the tiny exploration ship, and shove Bruce out of the way to fix the issue before it gets worse. That dumbass cat had already smashed most of the screen but some how missed the button that turns the thing on. Normally it would be easy to find it, but nothing's easy on this ship. You press the faded button, completely ignoring Orion and Bruce's bickering, and wait. It takes a while to start up, the entire screen turning a sickly green color. Your eyes light up when you see the words, "starting up, this may take a while." Appear in bright yellow. And then... an error noise. And another. And... yet again. Your previously hopeful and happy demeanor, is replaced with rage and frustration at this stupid machine... oh! And Bruce! "GOD FUCKING DAMMIT! BRUCE, IM GONNA KICK YOUR ASS!"

In a instant you're on top of Bruce and trying to strangle the soul out of him. Orion pulls you off him, in your rage and fury, you tried to kill a member of your crew, a offence that would kill you if the judges were merciful. "Aster you idiot..." Orion starts lecturing you about what you could have done, and what would have happened to you if cameras were in the docking bays. Your bored gaze turned to Bruce, directing all your rage and fury to his face. However, seeing Bruce gasping for air didn't fix the fact that you were stuck with a goddamned locked elevator door for who knows how long. You groan, more out of boredom than frustration and return to the cramped ship and flop down on the closest bunk bed you could find. You can hear Orion speaking to Bruce through the walls, seems like they're back inside the ship. You cover your ears with a pillow and try to get some sleep. Who knows how long the stupid control panel will take to update, you wonder if it even works. Yawning, you block out the voices and drift into a light sleep.

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"Aster! It's time to wake up dear! I'm making your favorite today!" You shoot up from your bed, almost banging your head on your little brothers bunk. Your brother however, awakens slowly and eventually falls out of bed, muttering about desert bacon. "Alder come on! Moms making  Cactus Cakes!" He groans and shuffles to his dresser, grabbing his clothes and heading outside to the bathroom. You quickly change into a white sundress and head downstairs, running you hand along the sandstone walls. Your father and mother are sitting at the set table, grandma is putting breakfast on the plates, and your dweeb of a brother is talking about some new game he wants. This is perfect, just how you remember life! Who needs those aliens on that stupid ship? Who needs those bitch girls back in the living quarters? This is home, this is when you're supposed to be! You smile and tear into the pancakes, just generally enjoying your old life befo- 

"I'm working on a Crystal that makes your body numb to pain, furthermore a second type of it can adapt to its patients needs, even heal it if need be! This could change how we heal the sick, how we fix broken bones easier, this could change the galaxy!" Your mother exclaims! You pause eating, everyone is clapping for her, even you. But if she created the crystal then how did it kill so many? She's one of the smartest people in the galaxy so how did it fail? Was it supposed to kill? Was it supposed to turn people into zombies? Your brother turns to you suddenly, eyes blank and mouth closed. Some how he tells you to wake up, that this isn't the place for you. You're not supposed to be in this hell anymore. "What hell? This is my home!" He tells you that they aren't family anymore, only cloudy memories from the past that your brain held onto. He says that if you won't leave, you'll remember something you wanted to forget. It would break you. He says that we all have a path in life, death is just the dark endless hole you fall into. If you continue on this path, and don't wake up. He points at your heart and says, "You will die. And my warnings will have been in vain."  

You can feel yourself being pushed out of the dream and into reality, but you just struggle enough to ask what his name was. "I am a Bloodlust. And you are a Hate."