Orders and Conscience: An Among Us Fanfiction

Hello Loners and Weirdos II

White's POV:

Stay calm, stay calm, stay calm, they didn't do anything to you, you're still alive, they even treated you by all the stars, you could be dead in Storage, why is this so awkward, they did kill the rest of the crew, GAHH.

Black had left me alone in MedBay with Brown, and I was feeling quite uncomfortable. Sure, she was only going to be gone for a little while she got food, but the air was still tense.

On the one hand, I could probably trust Brown enough to stay in the room with him since he didn't kill me. On the other, he would have killed me if it wasn't for me telling him about Black.

Then again, I couldn't really see the murderous rampaging Impostor that Green so often portrayed in her stories. Brown was humming quietly to himself as he put away the medical tools and organized everything in the drawers. I was tying the laces on my boots when he spoke.

"So, since this is already awkward, might as well spit it out," Brown said. I looked at him and bit my lip, leaving my pesky laces. I liked to double-knot my boots, but that could be done later. "What's wrong?"

I opened my mouth, closed it, and opened it again. Sighing, I rubbed my forehead. "Well, you guys basically killed the whole crew. Red killed as well, but you guys helped."

Brown winced. "Yeah..."

"I... I guess I'm still trying to get my mind around the fact that, well... I'm still alive and not dead. I mean, no one else did anything wrong, not even Yellow and Orange, and they are dead. I just—can I ask why?"

"Why...?"

"Why you guys kill us," I asked. I was trying to hide the trembling in my voice, but I could hear my voice go higher. "Why innocents are slaughtered on ships. What did we do to you?"

"I-" Brown stuttered, looking entirely flustered. Brown. Flustered. I thought I was hallucinating. "I don't know. None of us know except for the Council, and even then they are extremely hush-hush about it. You find out and they kill you. Disobey an order and they torture you. Stand up to authority and you get tossed around like K'dela."

"You mean Black?"

"Yeah," Black said from the doorway. She was holding three water bottles and sandwiches. "That's me. And these are from the stuff that was untouched in Cafeteria. Catch." She tossed the water bottles at us and I only barely caught mine before it slammed into my nose. "If you want to know, K'dela is my real name. My brother's name is-"

"Umbitr," Brown grunted. "I can introduce myself, K'dela. It means 'vengeance' in our language. Particularly appropriate when someone hurts those I care about."

"Oh, so we're doing this, aren't we?" K'dela grumbled, placing the sandwiches down on the biobed across from me. "Mister Punch-First-Ask-Questions-While-Punching. Fine. K'dela means either 'adamant' or 'adamant-until-threatened-with-being-stuffed-in-a-closet-for-six-hours.' Interpret that which you will. I don't know whether to hate Father or love him."

"She inherited her be'shmai from our father," Umbitr explained. "Claustrophobia, as you humans call it. Same thing, except one is taken advantage of on our world."

"Don't ever visit if you have any kind of phobia," K'dela said. "What about you? What's your name?"

I blinked and rubbed the back of my neck. Usually we never referred to each other by anything except by our call signs, but since everyone else on the crew was dead, I didn't see the harm.

"Skylar. It has Dutch origins and means scholar." I said. I was somewhat embarrassed to say that. I had never introduced myself by my name for quite a long time. It was always 'White do this!' 'White, do that!' Yadda, yadda, yadda. "Not quite as dramatic as your names, but I like it."