Loyalties (an Among Us fanfic)

15. Uprising

"Yes?" Orange asked, taking his eyes off the screen to look at me. "Would you like something, Red?"

I was almost speechless. "Orange . . . Were you talking with the Uprising rebels just now? What's the meaning of this?"

He took off his headset and kept staring at me. "What do you mean?"

I stormed into the room and pointed at the dark green computer screen. "There, you're communicating with them right now! And I just heard what you were saying from the hallway! You're the impost—"

His mouth suddenly unhinged to reveal a terrifyingly long tongue. Then, he stood up from his chair.

"Orange?" I asked, taking a step back. "Orange, wait!"

Thinking that this was the end, I shut my eyes and braced myself for a tongue going straight through my skull. But when five seconds passed with nothing happening, I slowly lifted my eyelids.

Orange's tongue simply danced in the air between us. "Did I scare you?" he asked, his voice way creepier than before. There was also a faint, ominous shade of black that sat over his eyes. "Make one move to leave, and your next destination will be the afterlife."

"You're the one who killed them," I growled. As I remembered everything the impostor did, my fingers tightened into fists. "You killed them, you piece of dog shit—"

In the next second, his spiked tongue was waving too close to my face for comfort. "Shhh. We don't need anybody else coming here to ruin everything, do we?"

My heart was faster than a race car and louder than a bass drum. My body was more still than a group of particles frozen in absolute zero. I was trapped in Communications with Orange. The one possessed by the alien parasite. The one who murdered Lime, Pink, Black, and Green. The one who framed Purple and Cyan. The impostor among us.

He probably could kill me at any second, though, so I decided to cooperate. "You"—I swallowed—"are one ugly-ass thing, you know."

Orange retracted his tongue. "A subjective opinion. A fellow organism of mine might think that I'm quite beautiful."

I creeped away from the door and stood against the wall, keeping my distance from Orange. "Why do you even do this? What does a damn alien parasite like you get out of killing my friends?"

I started with the first victim. "How mad were you to do all of that shit to Lime?" I seethed, thinking about the repulsion I felt at the sight of her wounds. "What did she ever do to deserve that?"

"Nothing," Orange replied. "I just underestimated her and had to do more than my fair share. The way she fought back was unlike anything I'd ever seen before, and I honestly didn't know how else to make her stop. I don't even know how none of you heard her crying and screaming for her life. But I figured out how to end Pink and everyone else even quicker, though."

"You sick son of a bitch," I hissed. "You killed people I loved. You snapped my best friend's neck. I hope you suffer painfully and die a very slow death."

"Perhaps my motives only relate to natural instinct. Or maybe it's just the orders genetically programmed into me by my superiors. But I believe that morality is only a concept you humans use as a guideline. Besides, not everyone follows morality—I know of the atrocities that some of you have done, how hypocritical your entire race can be."