Red turned to White. The "Crewmate" was leaning against the glass, chest heaving with relief. "We did it, Red. We got him."
"White," Red said, his voice now sounding like a dozen voices layered at once. "You forgot to check the task list." Crewmates - Kill All (Impostor)
The hum of the Skeld’s engines was the only thing keeping the silence from becoming predatory. Red turned to White
By the time the lights flickered back on, only White, Blue, and Red remained. We got him
Red didn't use a knife. He didn't need one. His jaw unhinged further than any human’s ever could, a sharp, obsidian tongue flickering out. One swift strike through the visor. Green slumped against the panel, his last breath a fog on the glass. Red stepped into the vent, the metal grating clicking shut just as Pink walked in.
Red checked the tablet. The "Ship Integrity" bar was a healthy green, but the atmosphere in the Cafeteria was anything but. Blue and Yellow were whispering by the emergency button. White was obsessively swiping a card that refused to scan.
No one was voted out. The distrust was a poison, and Red was the one holding the needle.