Among Us, But My Friend is an Impostor

CHAPTER ONE

CHAPTER 1
There are 10 crewmates remaining.
George.

"SO..." George tapped his foot on the ground, glancing at each of his companions. The rumbling sound of scattering pebbles interrupted his thought, as the last taxi pulled up. Eret, Fundy, and Tubbo each emerged, their eyes muddled with confusion.

Looming in front of them sat the proud mansion, gleaming in white marble and chipped paint. Shingles slipped off the sides of the roof, clattering to the ground.

"I guess we're here?" He glanced over at his best friend, whose green hues were dark with thought. He bit his lip, afraid the awkward silence would ensue, but Tubbo spoke up.

"I've never been in a mansion before," he admitted. A single duffel bag swung from his grasp, as like most of the travelers. George himself had a single, small suitcase, and he was impressed he hadn't over nor under packed.

Punz chuckled. "I guess we should go in?" When no one provided an alternative, they filed into a line behind the confident blond and trudged up the mansion steps, listening to the footsteps of their companions for comfort. The last of the cars pulled away, leaving them undoubtedly stranded in the woods.

The double doors parted, near magically, and the group flinched. "What the..." Eret muttered under his breath, and pulled himself closer to the others.

They pushed into the building, where a double staircase hugged the back wall. The lobby was a large circle, with hallways branching off in different directions. A sundial like design glimmered on the marble floors, and the ceiling was an entire glass dome above the sundial. The twin staircases were coated by a typical red and gold carpet, complete with golden tinted handrails. The friends took turns swiveling, to get a clear view of the mansion.

"Wait, guys," Skeppy spoke up, and for a second George had forgotten he had come too. He was pointing to a shelf between the two staircases that had ten identical, yet different colored jackets lined up next to each other.

Wordlessly, they moved towards the jackets, where a note said, "Welcome to Among Us, please choose your color."

They slowly shared a few looks, before Dream shrugged. "I get lime."

"I get cyan," Punz said defiantly, and moved to grab the said jacket.

Skeppy grabbed the darker blue, and Bad went for the black. Antfrost got white, Tubbo wore the dark green jacket immediately, and Eret settled for yellow.

George grabbed the red, although it looked a bit funky due to his protan color blindness, but with his enchroma glasses securely in the bottom of his bag, he thought he would appreciate the new-found "four dimensional red" he had recently seen for the first time.

Finally, Sapnap grabbed the pink with a holler, "Hell yea, pink is the best color," he had exclaimed, and Fundy grabbed his trademark orange.

George nearly pissed himself, or maybe that was Dream jumping out of his socks beside him, when a recorded, and altered voice spoke through the mansion via an intercom.

"Greetings," the voice announced, its monotone voice sending shivers down the brunette's spine. "Welcome to Among Us. As you can see, this isn't quite what you were expecting.

"Here, you won't be playing a silly game on your laptops, but rather in real life."

As if the voice had anticipated it, a stunned silence followed. "What?" George managed to whisper, and the rest of the group shared his expression.

"One of us is the impostor. The rest are crewmates. Scattered around this mansion are numerous clues and tasks to help you discover the traitor before it's too late. Which means- yes, there will be death."

Astonished gasps filled the air as the voice seemingly disappeared, leaving the group to their own.

"DEATH!?" Fundy yelped, throwing his hands in the air. "We're gonna die?"

"I'm too young to die," Tubbo whimpered from where he stood beside Eret.

"It's not too late to leave," Sapnap saluted to the group, and bolted to the door, only to find it was locked. "I may have lied."

Dream turned to Punz, and the room immediately silenced, as if anticipating a battle. "Punz?"

"Dream?" He shot back evenly.

"You're the one who pressured us to come out here, and now the door is locked," he growled. George stepped forward, and placed a hand on Dream's arm.

"He couldn't have known that." He protested.

"We don't have any service!" Antfrost sent the group back into frenzy, avidly whipping out their phones to discover the same fate- they were isolated. The nearest town, or rather neighbor, had to have been miles away, far too far to walk.

"Are you saying I'm the impostor?" Punz demanded, stepping forward.

"All I'm saying, is you clearly have an obsession with the game if you think this is funny, Punz. Trapping us in a mansion to play with you?" Dream pulled away from George, but the brunette moved to pull him back again.

"I'm not the impostor," he declared smoothly, and waited to steady his tone before continuing. "But I understand why you may feel that way. Maybe you would feel safer if two people watched me."

"Kill cooldowns don't happen in real life." Bad pointed out feebly. "While that works on the game, who's to say they won't get a double kill?"

"I guess we'll have to hope the impostor plays fair." Punz nodded.

"I don't trust you." Dream stated, but he left the topic alone. "Look, it's late. Let's go find the bedrooms and settle in for the night."

He led the way up the steps, and George felt his anxiety climb with them. Nausea swirled in his stomach, thinking about what could possibly happen to those who died. It was going to be a sleepless night, for sure.

The rooms each had a different colored door, and George stopped at the red one. He noticed Dream from the corner of his eye, as the red room was the first of many, and flashed him a nervous smile. The blond shot one right back, although it was cocky, and far from nervous.

George shut the door and locked it behind him, taking a few deep breaths to quell his nerves. He tried to tell himself that one of his friends, that one of the people standing beside him, weren't just going to up and kill him, but somehow, it felt like that was far too likely.

Wasn't Dream worried? He was the loudest, by far, and probably the most observant along with Punz. They would be the suspected targets, that was, if they weren't the impostor. He quickly trashed the idea of Dream being the impostor, as that seemed far fetched even for him.

But yet... Maybe it was better to trust no one.

♦

The following morning, George had barely gotten a wink of sleep. He constantly checked his door in case someone had entered, barely sleeping for more than ten minutes at a time to avoid being the first one killed.

That being said... Were the others okay? Was someone already dead?

He at least wanted to check on Dream and Sapnap. It would look suspicious if he was just walking into people's rooms, but another wave of nervousness crashed into him, and he thought he would implode if he stayed another second in his room.

George crept out of the doorway, noticing the time was around five am, so he doubted anyone to be awake. He tiptoed down the hallway, and paused at the lime door, readying himself for what he might see. He reached for the doorknob, only to notice, the door was already open.

George covered his face with one hand, covering his shock. His other arm quivered and pushed the door open quickly. No no, he can't be dead- I refuse.

The bed was empty, except for a neatly folded lime jacket, with a note that read,

"He's out."