An Among Us Story 2 - Live on Polus

PURPLE

O-Oh gosh... Y-Yellow... h-his neck... his s-snapped neck...

Who could have done this to him?

My body trembles involuntarily at the sight of Yellow's crumpled figure on the ground as my legs collapse below me. Shaking, my hands try to find a good grip on the zip of my front pocket in order to unzip it and take out my airhorn.

Despite the fact that the sound of the airhorn is supposed to reach every corner of Polus, it hardly registers in my ears as I continue to stare at Yellow, whose still-opened eyes seem to be staring straight at me, imposing upon me the task of finding out who his killer is.

Red. Lime. Green. Cyan. Pink. Brown. Black.

These people flit through my mind as static envelops my visor, causing me to grit my teeth as my world changes. Seconds later, however, the static switches back to the same scenery as before.

Casting my eyes away from the body in the room, I start my journey to the Office, the next step always being heavier than the last.

What should I say to the expectant crowd in the meeting? What would remove any possible suspicion placed on me?

The thing is, I don't know. I really don't know. Before I reported the body, there wasn't anyone whom I had seen... and I don't have any visual tasks to clear myself. In addition, I was not with anyone this round (Cyan promised that he would join me in Weapons after he had finished talking to Black, but he must have talked with her for a long time because he didn't come back and join me).

Crap, this meeting is NOT going to end well for me... and this feeling of impending doom is amplified by the state of the previous meeting.

These thoughts cycle in my mind as I make my way into Office's meeting room (thankfully this time, I don't bump into anyone). Stepping on the circular purple-coloured spot on the floor which has a purple arrow pointing in its middle, I take off my helmet, only to see the rest of the players staring at me expectantly while unclasping their helmets. At this point, however, my mouth clamps shut as I struggle to utter a single word.

Pink, unsurprisingly, is the first to break the silence.

"Where?" She enquires as she takes off her helmet, revealing her flaming auburn hair which she tosses upwards, allowing it to flow comfortably down her shoulders.

"Where?" Green chimes in as she, too, removes her helmet from her head and folds her arms.

"Where's Yellow's body?" Red raises one eyebrow curiously as his eyes flicker to me, then to the far right side of the room, causing his other eyebrow to shoot up in surprise. "Hmm... and it seems that Yellow wasn't the only victim this round..."

W-Wait... Yellow's not the only one who died?

Fear coursing through my veins, I follow Red's gaze, praying earnestly that it is not who I think it is. Who I don't see among the people gathered around the table.

But of course, it is.

"N-No! Cyan!!" A strangled cry escapes from my throat at the sight of Cyan's mangled body, which is marred with a huge stab wound straight through his heart. My vision blurring, I stumble backwards into the wall behind me as I sob.

I'm not going to survive this game. I'm not.

Cyan... W-We were going to go around together. I... I mean, we trusted each other. We knew that the other was not A-An Impostor... a-and that-

"Yeah, yeah, continue with the lovey-dovey crap, Purple, and make us wait for you to calm down and tell us the location of Yellow's body," Black snaps, jolting me out of my thoughts and causing my lips to quiver. "We need answers, Purple, not emotions."