Among us: New features? //Completed

Chapter seventeen:

I watched Cyan squirm underneath my gaze, her looking to the side.

"I don't know what you are saying." She then calmly states.

"What a lame excuse. I thought you impostors would be more creative with this sort of thing, or have I overestimated you~?" I felt powerful. It sounded like those words, those commanding words, didn't even come from my mouth.

Cyan only shrunk under my gaze which made the blossoming feeling of ecstacy running through me intensify with each passing moment. 'It wasn't hard to get her like this at all for some reason. All I had to do was point out some facts!' I thought to myself with a small, triumphant smile on my face.

"But that's basically it. That's all the evidence you have. It would've been better and more trustworthy if you had concrete evidence. Something like an object you could use to accuse someone. Maybe even a video of the screen you were watching. But, as it stands, you've got nothing." Orange spoke, wiping the triumphant smile off of my face.

I heard murmurs spread through the assembled crowd, overhearing as they started to doubt my statement.

(I really wanted to make grey defend her but I just remembered that I had *inconveniently* slaughtered him-)

I looked to the crowd, feeling my earlier resolve crumble. It was as if the world around me was shattering. I watched as cyan shot a short, almost unfeable, yet thankful glance at orange, who was silently boasting over his win. One of the assembled members, baby blue, to be exact, shot up, pointing an accusing finger at me.

"Only an imposter would say something like that without proof!" He pointed out, which was indeed correct as we had a silent agreement to show evidence to the group before making rash decisions, which I had conveniently forgotten.

What made me feel even worse that, not only did they have baby blue on their team, he wasn't one to make rash decisions. Sure, he disliked black, but it was pretty obvious that he liked green. On top of that, he had a look of disgust on his face, like I had committed the horrendous crime I was blaming on cyan.

Soon, I watched on as the persuaded crowd began pointing fingers at me and my heart dropped.

Everyone had either nothing even left for me so they couldn't even spare me a glance, while others just snarled at me and had disgust and disappointment written in their faces. Never in my life have I seen a look which held this much resentment. It made my heart tighten, knowing there would be no talking myself out of it.

~ Green POV ~

'But... why her? She hadn't done anything as far as I know. She was unconscious in her hospital bed the last time I saw her. When had she gotten up again?' I watched as no one defended her, letting out a small sigh-bubble. 'Wait... no one had defended her! Where's gray?! He should have been one of the few to defend her!' I quickly shot up, realization hitting me like a mountain breaking in half. "Where's Gray?!" I then yelled into the round, earning bitter and concerned looks. Some even gasped at hearing me suddenly break out into a yell like that.

Soon, I watched the crowd anxiously yet fervently look around, searching for said figure who appeared to NOT be present.

"He's right, where's Gray?!" Someone, who I assumed was red, yelled, looking around like he had lost something.

Yet again, I watched on as everyone broke into another fit of anxiety, not excluding myself, as they all searched around. Surprisingly enough, brown, who we'd all seen as our leader, decided to end the meeting and instead split us between searching groups.

I was in a group with black and baby blue. I've come to enjoy Black's company, considering how distant I'd been towards him, but baby blue also wasn't bad company.

The only thing that bothered me was the glares black and baby blue were exchanging. Not friendly at all. Anyhow, after everyone was in their respective groups, they all scattered about, having been assigned different parts of the skeld to search. We were assigned the reactor room, which we all made our way to after I'd managed to calm the two down. Black had his arms crossed, avoiding any and all eye contact with baby blue as we were on our way. Same goes for baby blue.

But when we arrived, we all stopped in our tracks, rooted to the spot. There was... blood. A lot of it at that. The floor was indicating that there must have been a medium dragged across it, judging by the smears leading in one direction. Specifically the vent, meaning something was down there, probably rotting away. Seeing as everyone was refusing to move, I took it upon myself to start the first step, when black shoved his arm into my vision yet again.

"I'll go first." Is what he said, now him being the one to lead us ahead. We followed close after, nervously looking around.

"Do you think it might be gray?", I asked, a slight quiver to my voice. Looking around, I spotted a bloodied axe and a Hammer that had bloody fingerprints on it, but seemingly remained unused.

"You think we could try to pry open the vent?" Black asked, now crouching down before the vent. 

'We all know NOT to go down there. And the only person that CAN enter really, are the impostors and the janitors, considering the janitors have some sort of key and honestly, I'm not quite sure how the impostors get down there, altho I wouldn't be surprised if they somehow managed to steal the keys or get a screwdriver or something.' I thought to myself, then feeling a little lightbulb click on in my head.

"Anyone got a screwdriver?" I shoot out, almost excited. I also startled my teammates in the process, but it doesn't matter.

"There should be one around here somewhere, I remember tripping over one so I placed it to the side.." Baby blue began, going over to the far corner. There, he crouched down and just as he said, there was a screwdriver. "Rrrrrightttttt... here!" He raised it into the air, proudly admiring his success. 

He walked back over to us, screwdriver held high above his head in his hands, a big smile plastered onto his face. That which soon faded, a serious expression hammering itself into place instead.