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.
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. Crewmates - Kill All (Impostor)
The hum of the Skeld’s engines was the only thing keeping the silence from becoming predatory. White looked down at his tablet
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." He looked up, his eyes widening as Red’s
Red stood between them, the perfect mediator. "We have to vote," he said, his voice smooth and steady. "If we don't, we’re all dead anyway."
Red didn't answer. He just let his human eyes fade into a milky, predatory white.