Beneath the Ice: An Among Us Fanfiction

Chapter Thirteen: Forget Me Not

Winger froze, and if Omega could see the expression on their face, he was sure that it would be scared. "Wh-what?"

"You heard me," Clasher said accusingly. "What do you have to say?"

"This is—this is crazy," Winger said with an uneasy laugh. He spread his hands out. "It's not me, guys. Come on, do you really believe it?"

"No, not really," Forte said. "How likely is it that Winger would kill his own partner?"

"Impostors don't have full control of themselves," Petri reminded them. "It doesn't matter who it was, when it takes over, nothing matters except for getting out before they get you."

"Exactly," Clasher said, pointing towards Petri before sliding his tablet across the table. "If you don't believe me, see for yourself."

Omega studied as Winger, Forte, and Cinnabar leaned over to see what was on the screen. After a few moments, Winger flinched away from the table and Forte steadied them. Omega seemed to recall that the two of them had been talking more as of late, probably bonding over the fact that both of their roommates were killed.

"Can you see what's on the screen?" Odyssey asked, craning his neck to try and see something on the opposite side of the table.

"Does it look like I can?"

"Here..." Cinnabar said, sliding the tablet over to them, "you can have a read..."

Both Odyssey and Omega squinted at the screen. It was mostly nonsensical stuff that Omega skimmed over, but then came to a model of the DNA found in the sample compared to Winger's. And that, Omega couldn't really deny.

"Winger..." Odyssey started, seeming really disappointed. Omega put a hand on his shoulder and pulled him slightly away from that end of the table. He then slid the tablet back to the commander and captain for them to look at as everyone else proceeded to fill the air with shock, disappointment, and hurt. And anger, too, but somehow that really wasn't that important.

"Hang on, Clasher, didn't you say that you saw Winger do asteroids?" Forte asked with a hint of desperation.

"Wait, no, he said that he thought that he saw Winger go, but I don't think he actually saw the task happen," Cinnabar replied. She turned to Clasher. "Am I right?"

Clasher nodded. "Yeah. That was my fault. But, I think we can go to the voting stage by... now."

"Yeah, and just vote for someone who isn't some sort of hybrid," Winger snapped, his entire posture changing to defensive and reactive. "Who's not to say that you could snap at any moment, too? You know, you've been living with this a lot longer than any of the Impostors here, so who's to say that you're not as dangerous as them?"

"Several repeats of mental health tests," Clasher retorted.

"Which you barely passed," Winger pointed out. "You can look at mine, flying colors. And now you expect us to believe the words of a nutso scientist and an unstable Security Officer. Anyone else believe them?"

"How can you manipulate data?" Cinnabar asked. "The evidence is literally right there. Winger, please don't make this more complicated than it already is. We know that you don't have a choice in the matter-"

"Don't have a choice?" Winger shouted, slamming his hand on the table. "Don't have a choice?! More like trying to fight and failing miserably! Just look at what happened to Beta! It wasn't their fault, nor was it the other's fault, either! How do you expect us to fight against our own minds? We're monsters and don't you forget it. The next thing you know, Tal's going to prevail and kill you all. You may think that they're in complete sync, but I know that Tal's just waiting for a chance to rise up. The same for Dax, and I suppose... Winger was waiting as well. It was a sad thing that he wasn't strong enough. Poor kid, suffers from everyone around them dying because they believe that they're cursed."