Beneath the Ice: An Among Us Fanfiction

Chapter Three: Getting Too Attached?

"So, first assignment?" Forte asked Beta, starting to unpack his personal belongings. He got the right side of the room while Beta got the left. Honestly though, the way quarters was situated, it didn't matter if you were on one side or the other. Same concrete floors, same cots, same bedside tables.

"Yeah," Beta replied, only half-focused on the conversation. The other half of their brain was still dead from all the testing. "Yeah, but this one is more like a test mission than anything. To see how well I deal with new situations and stuff." Beta thought for a moment. "Stuff. Isn't that a weird word? Like glitter. If you say it too many times, it quickly looses it's meaning. Stuff. Stuff, stuff, stuff, stuff. Isn't it super weird now?"

"We're all weird, that doesn't change anything," Forte said, almost affectionately. "For all we know, someone's infected already."

"What in the world is that supposed to mean?" Beta wondered. They took out a photo and set it on the small nightstand next to their bed. Them and their dog, Shadow. The only one who never judged them, may Shadow rest in peace. "Infected?"

Forte took off his helmet, revealing a mess of blonde hair and sharp gray eyes. "I don't want to explain it. If it turns out that there really is someone who's infected on here, the captain'll tell us all. In the meantime, we should really be getting dinner. Wonder what Odyssey's making."

"Is he a good cook?" Beta asked as they took off their own helmet and set it down. At that point, they weren't sure if there were rules other than the one about when they were on the shuttle, but it was highly unlikely that the windows would break and that both of them would be stuck in MedBay taking radiation treatment for the rest of the mission. They adjusted a few short strands of black hair. The helmet always messed that up...

"Depends on what he has to work with," Forte said, shrugging and leading the way out of their shared quarters. "Although I do remember that on the last mission he made a feast out of rehydrated rice, chicken stock, and that mystery meat that lasts until the apocalypse. It wasn't bad, actually."

"Mystery meat?" Beta asked, putting on a shocked expression, "Not bad? Who are you and what have you done with Ensign-Lieutenant Stamets?"

"A victim of Odyssey's amazing cooking," Forte replied, grinning. "And Forte is currently not here in this body, as I have taken him over to enact my evil plans, mwa ha ha ha."

Beta swatted at him as they both approached the doorway to Mess. "Is Odyssey's cooking really that good?"

"The bomb," Forte said. "I swear, Omega could literally take his entire salary on Odyssey's sponge cake if he could."

Mess actually wasn't that different compared to Cafeteria back at HQ. In fact, Beta wouldn't have been able to tell the difference between the two if the colors were inverted and if the tables were rectangular instead of circular.

Odyssey was in the small kitchen in the back, bringing dishes of food out to the tables. His helmet was off and a chef's hat was on his head, a towel was thrown over his left shoulder, and warm brown eyes were flitting from the tables to his dishes. "Ay-yo, guys!" He tried to wave while holding the food and nearly tripped over himself. "Ack! Sorry! Give me a moment-"

Forte rolled his eyes and took the dishes from Odyssey. "Just ask for help, dude."

"Does this happen often?" Beta asked as they took a hold on two steaming hot platters of vegetables.

"More than I can count," Forte replied.

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The running water in the sink was shut off with the squeak of the faucet. Odyssey started to scrub the dishes and looked out into Mess from the divider separating Mess from the kitchen. His eyes traveled to Forte and then Beta, each doing their own thing when a short while ago, they barged in and took the dishes off Odyssey's hands.