Crewmates - Kill All (impostor) «Ad-Free»

White looked down at his tablet. The bar hadn't moved. It was still one task short of completion. He looked up, his eyes widening as Red’s shadow stretched across the floor, growing taller, sharper, and far too long.

As they dispersed, Red sabotaged the lights. The Skeld plunged into a suffocating, oily blackness. In the chaos of Navigation, Yellow panicked. He ran straight into Red’s arms, thinking it was a friend. Red whispered a comfort he didn't feel before snapping Yellow’s neck with a clinical flick of his wrist. Two down. Crewmates - Kill All (Impostor)

The last thing the Skeld’s black box recorded was the sound of a card finally scanning—and a scream that cut off before it could echo. White looked down at his tablet

"White," Red said, his voice now sounding like a dozen voices layered at once. "You forgot to check the task list." He looked up, his eyes widening as Red’s

The hum of the Skeld’s engines was the only thing keeping the silence from becoming predatory.

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.