Beneath the Ice: An Among Us Fanfiction

Chapter One: Office

The hall was empty except for a lone figure on a bench outside of the general's office. Or, what could be perceived was simply a lone figure. Perhaps others were nearby, not visible, but for now, yes, Clasher was the only one in the hall, waiting for something.

His salvation? His death? He didn't know what it was, just that he was instructed to come to General Prendergast's office at fifteen-thirty.

Clasher nervously checked his watch again as he tapped his foot on the blue-carpeted ground. 3:26. Four more minutes in a hall where anyone could see him. Clasher shifted and lowered his gaze.

3:27. What was it this time? More witness testimonies? General Prendergast already knew everything that Clasher knew. He took a couple of deep breaths and tried to not let his thoughts wander too much. It could be painful, after all...

3:28. Or maybe he was getting discharged for something. Please not that. Anything but being thrown out to the world where anything could happen... where the ghosts of his previous missions could come and haunt him...

3:29. Then again, if that happened... no one could or would be able to find out his secret... and he would be safe. Everyone else would/might be relieved that there wouldn't be some sort of (potentially dangerous) walking time bomb among them.

But what was he doing on incredibly dangerous missions in the first place? Clasher had to stop being nervous to angrily answer his own question. "Because the moment everyone finds out about you, you're dead meat." Then, to seemingly no one in particular, he added, "No offence to anyone lurking around here."

Perhaps he wasn't alone after all. The hairs on the back of his neck started to stand on end and Clasher rubbed the back of his neck.

The general's door opened suddenly, and Clasher nearly jumped off the bench that he was sitting on. However, the shock was unnecessary, as the person who stepped out was not the general.

Clasher was staring at a mission Captain, clad in yellow, with exasperation and fatigue flashing for a brief moment before disappearing behind a mask of serene calm. He noticed that a scar ran down from the middle of her forehead to her left ear, augments replaced her right eye, and visible implants ran from the augment to her neckline, then disappeared down her spine. The right side of her head was buzzed to show the implants, and her short hair was combed over to the other side.

She made a small salute of a greeting before walking off, a mission file tucked under her arm and a pill container in her free hand. Clasher heard the top pop up and saw as the captain swallowed the pills dry.

Clasher suppressed the urge to wonder what the file and pills were for. In any case, it was three thirty. He stood up, squared his shoulders, and walked into General Prendergast's office. He heard something that sounded like, "Stubborn as always, that Captain Foster," and saw General Prendergast rubbing her forehead.

General Prendergast's office was an everyday, inconspicuous office, but with a few differences. The biggest one was the large window that made up the back wall, and displays of awards and metals on her desk, most notably the Medal of Honor. A picture, angled towards the keyboard and computer, showed an old command crew, which included the late Admiral Prendergast (General Prendergast's uncle), Science Specialist Wren Rhys, and Clasher's mother, Luna Saeturn.

Clasher had a version of the same picture in his quarters, but there wasn't a lot of joy to that picture. His version was more like 'someone just died and we decided to take a record of the remainder of the living crew' kind of picture (but then again, almost everyone who was in that version of that picture was dead. Most of them were killed six months later at the MIRA Command Gathering of 2092, which was a disastrous and complete failure to find a solution to the Impostor problem).