Beneath the Ice: An Among Us Fanfiction

Chapter Twenty-Two: Anomaly

Without a doubt, this was definitely the weirdest thing that had happened to Clasher.

He had thought that being trapped somehow in his own head would top the list, but now fighting inside of his own head had become number-one.

It really wasn't fighting, per say, it was more like force of will, Dax pushing against Clasher. How this was happening, Clasher couldn't say, but if it had to do with the fact that it "wasn't on the same existential plane as us," then he would lose his mind.

Which was apparently what was happening right now.

Clasher could either wonder if it had to do with brainwaves or small electrical currents, or he could push back.

Like he had a vague idea of how to push back. The only thing that Clasher was doing was flailing around like a complete idiot and he didn't even know what was going on. So, yeah, that was a good combination of things.

What was Dax's motive? Just to try and kill him? To gain control of his mind? To simply inflict pain because why not?

Also, HOW WAS ANY OF THAT POSSIBLE?!

Logically, this was never something that had come up in Clasher's "possible situations to be in" list. That just consisted of ways that Clasher could be murdered, how he could have been thrown out from MIRA, and how he could be blamed for the broken coffeepot.

Clasher felt his physical body tense up as Dax stabbed again, or essentially pushed harder against Clasher's mind. Honestly though, if Clasher wasn't fighting for his life, the mere notion of fighting in his head would have made him pass out.

Then again, if the symbiont fought with the host inside their own head, what exactly was there to stop them from fighting others?

He wondered briefly where Tal was in this. Just standing by?

Then Clasher realized that Tal was actually helping him. The efforts that Dax was making would be much more severe if it weren't for Tal. Maybe Clasher would already be dead. Maybe Clasher would have completely lost his mind and be sentenced to the Brig for the rest of his life like his father had. Either one was possible, but neither one sounded great to Clasher.

Then again, almost everything that didn't sound great to Clasher happened to him, so maybe reverse psychology would work in this case?

Yeah, sure, being insane sounds super fun, Clasher thought to himself, trying to fend off Dax. Just yeet my sanity further out of my grasp and then get me discharged from MIRA. Hello, that's exactly what I don't want to do! What other job could I get?

Well... you could go on a private security detail... Clasher's mind wandered, and in that minute, all of his defenses broke down and he was left to the mercy of Dax.

Maker blast it! Tal yelled just as Dax let out a hiss of victory. Oh no, you won't be getting him that easily, Dax!

With a very confusing flash of light, Clasher was transported to some strange place. It looked like one of the quarters at MIRA HQ. More specifically, one designed for temporary workers. A bookshelf and small living area were right in front of him, and to his left was the kitchen and dining area, with the door to the bedroom a bit further down. The walls were painted the standard snow-white, and the window was tinted, so Clasher couldn't tell if it was night or day. There also was no clock in the room, which was strange, but there was a picture with Forte, Omega, and Odyssey at an anime event, although Clasher didn't know which one it was.

Clasher turned around and tried to open the door. It beeped a low tone, signaling that the door was locked.

"Oh come on!" Clasher yelled. He pat himself down for his ID card to try and unlock the door, but couldn't find it. "I need to get back! Tal! What the hell is going on here? Dax? I don't know if this is some sort of sick joke, but I'm not playing it!" Clasher tried to slide the door open again, but to no avail.