(impostor): Crewmates - Kill All

No one was voted out. The distrust was a poison, and Red was the one holding the needle.

They turned on Blue. They pushed him into the airlock, ignoring his pleas as the inner door sealed. With a hollow thump , Blue was gone, a small speck drifting into the void of the Oort Cloud.

Green was the first to wander off alone. He was a perfectionist, hunched over a tangled mess of wires in the back of Electrical. Red slipped through the door, the pneumatic hiss masked by a sudden, intentional burst of static from the ship’s comms. Crewmates - Kill All (Impostor)

Red didn't answer. He just let his human eyes fade into a milky, predatory white.

The meeting was a blur of accusations. "I saw Blue near Medbay," White shouted. "Red was in Admin," Blue countered. Red nodded solemnly. "I was. Doing uploads." No one was voted out

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.

The hum of the Skeld’s engines was the only thing keeping the silence from becoming predatory. They pushed him into the airlock, ignoring his

"White," Red said, his voice now sounding like a dozen voices layered at once. "You forgot to check the task list."