Beneath the Ice: An Among Us Fanfiction

Chapter Fifteen: Intermission

Block, block, uppercut, low kick, dodge right—the other right! The simulation shut down and Indigo took off the headset. You know that could have been better!

Yeah, it could. Indigo's arms were trembling from the stress. She checked the time. 0348. We've been working on this for almost four hours.

Indigo felt Tal relent. Fine. But I still don't understand why you decided to tell them about me.

If I had to explain about being infected, I had to explain you.

She groaned as her chest and stomach contracted. Everything that I've made you do is for your safety! Tal yelled, the voice taking up every corner of her mind. The last host that I had was exiled because he didn't listen to me!

"The last host that you had killed someone," Indigo retorted.

And I told him not to do it!

"And I have his memories in my head! Him, and every other host that you had! Tal, I'm not... I'm not meant to be a host..."

Tal's presence softened just the slightest bit and Indigo's headache was warded off the slightest bit. If you weren't meant to be a host, then you would have taken those pills in MedBay. Indigo Jett Harrison, as much as I... use my hosts, I have to admire them as well. You, especially. The syncing process is difficult enough on my home planet, and those hosts train for years to get ready to accept a symbiont. Not to mention, they have support from their family in this, you didn't.

Indigo sighed and slumped against the wall. Storage, though it was on a base that was very heavily invested in, always seemed to be several decades behind, technology-wise. A single, solitary light dangled from a wire, casting shadows as it moved. "Not that it would have mattered, anyway."

The door opened and Indigo scrambled to put her helmet on. Just as it was secure, Justice stepped in and closed it. "By all the stars, there you are! And here I was thinking that I had a questionable sleep schedule. Are you okay?"

"Well, be honest with me and you tell me how it seems like," Indigo muttered.

Justice crossed the room and gently took Indigo's helmet off. She let out a small laugh. "You look terrible, that's what I think."

"That's a pretty accurate description right now. I feel terrible."

"At least we have something to agree on." For some reason, Indigo had the vague feeling that Justice was giving her a rare smile. Just for that, Indigo's heart skipped a beat and Tal's voice started to slowly inch into her head until Indigo focused again. 

Sheesh, apparently Indigo couldn't even relax for a moment.

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Clasher kept pacing back and forth in a way that made Petri nervous.  It wasn't the pacing, but the fact that he was flicking the safety of his gun on and off as he paced with the tablet in his hands. Petri hoped it wasn't loaded. Maybe he shouldn't have let Clasher listen to those tapes...

"I remember this, gah, when, when, when was it...?"

Petri sighed and sprawled out on his bed. If a ricocheting bullet hit him, then so be it. The results were already sent to MIRA (it would take quite a long time, though, since Communications was somewhat screwed up, but oh well). Without the spacesuit on, everything kind of felt cold. Especially since he was just in his underlying tank top and shorts. MIRA regulation required them, and although they made everyone look like middle schoolers in Phys. Ed., they were comfy. "Trying to remember when it happened isn't going to make you remember. Trust me, I've tried many-"