Beneath the Ice: An Among Us Fanfiction

Chapter Six: Secrets Beneath the Ice

Clasher splashed some water on his face and looked up into the mirror. He studied his red-brown eyes. They had always been that way, but lately the shade had been getting darker and he wasn't entirely sure what that meant. Honestly, he never really minded his eyes, but ever since his last assignment, he had to start wearing contacts, since he simply couldn't pass off as brown-eyed-with-some-genetic-defect person. Albinism, he always said he had.

He sighed and started to put the contacts in. If the dry eyes didn't do him in, the sheer feeling of being uncomfortable in his own skin would. Or maybe it would be the constantly waking up to Petri's mumbling and tinkering with who-knows-what while listening to some file.

"This looks ridiculous," Clasher grumbled, giving up on putting the contacts in. He wondered if this was what gender dysphoria and body dysphoria felt like. "It feels ridiculous. Why does this feel ridiculous?"

"Could be worse," Luna's voice said. "You know how it would turn out if they found out..."

"Horrible," Clasher agreed.

"Well, lucky you weren't the one to kill me," Sunset's faint voice said. "Although I suppose that it hurt more when they killed me..."

If this was Clasher's first time talking to ghosts, he would ask who was the killer. However, every time they tried to say the name, it seemed to be whipped away, and Clasher was left none the wiser on who was the Impostor. He learned a long time ago that the worst thing you could do was tell everyone who it was, anyway. The first (and last) time he did that, Luna died and left him alone.

Instead, he ignored the voices and started to put his helmet on again. The next day, maybe he shouldn't come in since he never really cared for disguising himself, anyway.

Although, it was a great place to talk in private. Especially at this time. It was also a good excuse to get out of quarters when Petri was still tinkering with who-knows-what during the time between Wake-up-call and breakfast. Either that or going over data. Clasher walked out, closing the door with a small bang.

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Justice paced back and forth in the shared quarters, trying to think. However, it was probably not a good time to think at five-something in the morning. Not to mention the enormous headache. The daily ordeal of dealing with that after waking up was like old hat to Justice by now. Whatever. Almost no one else knew, in any case.

She stopped and popped open one of her pill containers and swallowed two dry. Then, she tapped the bedside table with the container, thinking.

"If we assign Ensign Richer Reboot Wifi, do you think it would get done any faster compared to if we assigned it to Lieutenant Galeforce?"

She looked over at her second-in-command, who shrugged and put her book and pencil down. Go figure. "Agh, never mind. I'll just do it myself then. Then we have the set of Fix Wires... hmm. If I push it, I could probably do that along with my own set-"

"Is this a team thing or are you going off on your own?" Indigo asked, reaching down and putting her helmet on.

"What?"

Indigo sighed. "Assigning and doing tasks. You need to learn how to trust others. Sometimes, the most important decision in our lives is not ours to make, and the outcome will depend on how much that other person is willing to risk."

"What does that have to do with assigning tasks?"

"You know what," Indigo said in another cryptic tone. Sometimes it was nigh impossible for Justice to get a straight answer out of her. Then again, neither of them were straight.