Orders and Conscience: An Among Us Fanfiction

Confessions in the Aftermath

Black's POV:

"What'd I miss?" I asked, leaning the crutches against the wall beside me. Umbitr and White looked at each other and White gagged as the tear on Umbitr's stomach knitted back together.

"I-I think I'm gonna be sick..." White said, clutching his stomach.

In a flash, Umbitr pulled out a hypospray from a drawer, loaded it with a sedative dose, and injected the thing into White's neck. He caught White right before he face-planted into the floor and hauled him onto the biobed across from me.

"So... I missed that White thinks that he's going to be sick?" I tried for a humorous tone, but didn't expect anything other than a cold stare. Instead, Umbitr snorted and started to take White's helmet and spacesuit off, being careful to not drive the knife in further. When he was done, he tossed the suit to the side and started to ease White's shirt off of him, which was stained with blood.

"Don't make me laugh," Umbitr said, finally. "Please. I have enough to worry about."

"The fact that you flatlined Vac'shar or..."

He hesitated and it seemed like he was chewing on his words. "We're going to have to go back," Umbitr said instead. "If not for ourselves, then for Tal'nera. We can't leave him there. Although it is in our interest to go back to get our supplements before we turn and kill White over here." Umbitr went back to the drawers, rummaged around, found an ice pack, and tossed it over to me. "Keep that on your ankles, I have to prioritize."

I raised an eyebrow at him, although he couldn't see it while he was rummaging around the drawers for more supplies. His lip was split like mine, bruises were starting to form around his throat, and Vac'shar definitely punched him in the nose. "You should say so yourself," I said, shaking the ice pack and putting it on my miserable ankles.

"Not life-threatening, K'dela," Umbitr replied as he slammed his hand against the wall in frustration. "Where are my thrice-cursed cell regenerators? It's so mundane and ancient tech that I can't even comprehend how these humans nearly wiped themselves out."

"Nuclear bombs, fission weapons, a talent for fighting amongst themselves," I listed off. "They cut their population down to a couple billion people before coming to a cease-fire. We never came up with that when we were busy working out how to get ourselves to stay in one form without constantly thinking about it."

"My arm still hurts from that, does your arm still hurt?"

"Don't remind me." I gestured to the drawers, remembering the giant needle that was stuck down our arm as the formula was pumped in. "Top left, under the hand-held medical scanner."

Umbitr grunted a thanks and went back to White. I studied him faintly as he yanked the knife out, applied pressure to the wound, and made sure that the flow of blood wasn't severe before turning the regenerator onto the highest setting and healing White. I tried to understand him, his motives. Why was it that mentioning Tal'nera caused him pause? Was his only reason for killing on this mission simply that? The only reason why he turned on Vac'shar was because White mentioned that he shoved me in an enclosed space (again), and he wasn't motivated by fear as much as I was, so why...?

I tried to logic the problem out, without much success. Every possible route that I went down ended in confusion and discord. So, being the only anti-logical option left, I searched my emotions.

I remembered the day that Vac'shar took us to see Tal'nera. How Umbitr asked me to give him space. His rage and disbelief when he heard our friend's screams. Then I flashed back to training, to any of the times when they were working with each other. Suddenly, it just... clicked.