An Among Us Story 2 - Live on Polus

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Black, OMG, y-you're such an... an IDIOT. Such a menace to the game, really.

Really? Is it only clear to me??

Obviously, Black, Red wouldn't kill you in front of Brown! Because if he did, Brown would report the body and accuse him, and he would definitely get ejected because he had been accused by Cyan earlier, right?? I mean, it's just common sense! Urgh... 12 matches (yeah, I've been counting) of this standard of gameplay... because she dominates these matches with her emotions and her weak brain instead of actual evidence and logic... I should really leave this lobby after this game... I don't know why I even bothered to stay for another 11 games after the first one...

And Brown. Why'd you skip??? I mean, I know you were with Red for quite a while in the Office or something... but didn't you find it strange when Red suddenly left you to go somewhere else? Or... did you know that it is him already...

After all, you and Red did leave the Office for a while... and when both of you came back, you had this impish look about you... as if you and Red knew something and wanted to keep it a secret...

URGH, Brown, you know that Red is An Impostor, don't you?? Basket.

I don't even bother to cry out for help when Black and Red stride purposefully over to me and grip my arms until the blood circulation at my arms is almost cut off. Imprisoned in their grips, I drag myself to the bouncy orange mattress while my two captors march, with certainty, towards it.

Well, I can find solace in the fact that one of them wouldn't be so certain anymore the moment I hit the mattress, which is 10 metres below the ground I am currently standing on.

Unfortunately for me, the distance between the Office and the 'lava pit' is not even enough for me to fully regret playing this game with such undiscerning teammates.

Because before I know it, I am at the edge of the massive pit spanning about 10 metres x 15 metres x 10 metres (L x B x H)... and as I place my foot on the rusty silvery-greyish platform which seems to have lost its lustre many moons ago and which seems to reflect my feelings about my situation, panic starts to overwhelm me when I cast my gaze down to the lava below.

"N-N-No... please... there's g-got to b-be s-some other way to d-do this!" I stammer as my head whips towards Red and Black, whose hands are placed firmly on my back.

Oh wow. Typically, when the Crewmates and Impostors push me, an innocent Crewmate, into the lava pit, the Crewmate would be rather sympathetic towards me (even if the Crewmate thought of me as An Impostor) while the Impostor would be gloating... but much to my consternation, the roles seem to have switched around this time.

I swear, from the look on her face, I can see that part of the reason why Black decided to eject me instead of Red is because she hates me so much that she wants to see the look of pure terror in my eyes before she does the honours of pushing me over... and also wants to get revenge for knocking her over just now.

It is as if she partially knew that I'm not An Impostor but just wanted to eject me for fun...

Oh gosh. I officially hate her now.

Trying to mask the look of satisfaction on her face, Black presses her lips together as her eyes glint her usual malevolent shade of black.

"Goodbye, Impostor..." She sneers as she applies a small force to my back, causing me to shuffle over righttt to the edge of the grey board and almost slip off it.

Anxiety ties a knot in my stomach as I toe the edge of the board.

Should I jump off it myself or should I wait for them to push me off? I don't know which is worse... I mean, if I jump off it myself, it would be less of a shock than if I were going to be pushed to my 'death' by the actual murderer of my fellow dead Crewmates and my worst teammate... so it would be more reasonable for me to...

"...aaaHHHH!!!" My thoughts are broken by a shrill scream which resounds around the entire planet. With a start, I break out of my thoughts, only to realise that the scream is emanating from my own throat as I look down at my feet.

I am standing on nothing. I am standing on nothing. I am standing on... nothing?

Shrieking, I flail my arms helplessly as I plummet downwards at an acceleration of 9.81ms^-2, inevitably to make contact with the lava below me as Black's chuckling echoes down towards me.

Well, at least I'll be able to see him again soon... once the ship comes to pluck me up from the mat, of course.