imposter & a vent

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an: welcome to the part of the story you've all been waiting for. & by that, i mean "you probably didn't expect this, & neither did i, but i decided to do it so obviously you 'have been waiting' for it".

remember the pentagram i keep on-&-off reminding you exists? it's still there. it just hasn't been relevant for a few chapters. but it is certainly relevant now.

you may have also forgotten there are candles in each corner of the pentagram. well, there are. see how nice i am? reminding you of all these details i keep forgetting to make useful or important? but remember them because they're important now.

outside, dark clouds begin to form & huddle above the tally house. all the lights & electricity go out with a bang of thunder, & in the center of the room, the flames of the candles around the pentagram turn blue. i'm pretty sure this has actually happened once before. although this time it's VERY SCARY!!!!!

zubin, still hunched over, begins to levitate off the ground. his hair is doing the anime boy blowing-in-the-wind thing.

"YOU" he shouts .

"us!" robert cantor aka "piss" (the one with the cowboy hat) claps.

"YOU HAVE DISDAINED THE IMPOSTER. MISUSED & MISUNDERSTOOD HIS POWER. YOU MAY HAVE TRICKED HIM: TRICKED ME; BUT NOT AGAIN. NEVER."

rob cantor of tally hall is significantly less bothered by this than the rest of the men. "...wow, zubin! have you ever considered getting into acting? you must have practiced a lot for that speech! :O"

"IN THE FUTURE YOU WILL STAND AT THE GRAVE OF GOD, WHICH I DUG, WEEPING, & I WILL BE THE ONLY CREATURE YOU WILL BE ABLE TO ANSWER TO."

"amog us" says joe, blowing out his weed smoke.

"YOU WILL BEG FOR DEATH BUT DUE TO WHAT YOU HAVE SAID TODAY , I WILL DEPRIVE YOU OF THAT LUXURY."

"isn't that a tumblr post?" says andrew.

"SHUT UP!!! THE NEXT GAME BEGINS NOW!"

a rumble is heard through the house. the candles previously lit before have gone out, swallowing the house in darkness. zubin, who was previously floating in the air, disappears with a very suspicious laugh. the tallies fumble before regaining their ground, & search the house.

"oh no! guys, look!" ross is the only actually attentive one here. he points to a clock on the wall.

oh man. oh no.

"oh god..." whispers andrew.

"what? what time is it?" rob can't read clocks. he can't read in general, but he also can't read clocks.

"it's... it's 3AM."

a loud bang shakes the house with a flash of blue lightning. uh oh!

"THAT'S RIGHT! IT'S 3AM. THE AMONG US IMPOSTER AT 3AM....

...WELCOME TO AMONG US IN REAL LIFE!"

above the group of tallies, a sentence in cyan-blue text materializes above them.

"There is 1 imposter among us."

the two normal tallies & joe begin to scream in terror. rob is perfectly fine with this. he's not the widest vent in the skeld, that's for sure. the tallies scream & run in circles aimlessly around rob while he stands there blankly with a smile on his face.

"c'mon guys! this'll be fun!!!"

"NO IT WON'T." ross has curled up into a ball on the floor.

"but it's just among us in real life! easy peasy!" is it peasy or peesy or like... how to you actually write it out.

"actually rob is kinda right. we know zubin is the imposter-"

"THAT'S RIGHT!" zubin's voice erupts from nowhere.

"-...right. anyway all we need to do is just eject zubin. we know the imposter, where's the emergency meeting button?"

a hideously suspicious cackle fills the house. it's like zubin but with this twinge of imposter. i dunno what that sounds like. i'm just the messenger!

the tallies gather themselves a bit (except rob because he was perfectly fine) & then look for an emergency meeting button. the dark & the smoke in the room from another of joe's blunts doesn't help their search at all.

"UGH. OK THIS ISN'T EVEN FUN ANYMORE" yells an annoyed zubposter (zubin imposter). "THERE IS NO EMERGENCY MEETING BUTTON. THERE WILL BE NO EMERGENCY MEETINGS."

"what?? that's not even fair." says andrew. he takes a sip of sus tea to cope with this. "how are we supposed to eject people then?"

"WELL!! I GUESS YOU'LL-"

"can you #PLeaSe stop #yelling. it #hurts #my #ears. we can "aLL"(?) hEAr yOU." do i even need to say who said this.

"sorry."

"iT's OKaY(?)"

"anyway. there is no emergency meeting. in order to have any kind of gathering...

...it looks like you'll just have to wait for a body >:}"

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