BFB - Among Us

Figure It Out

Coiny's POV

So you might be wondering-

'Why do you have a part in here? You're dead, ri-'

WRONG.

Two episodes ago, this happened.

They threw me off the ship.

Just then, the garbage chute opened.

I smiled.

I had a plan, but I need to do it QUICK.

Of course you can predict what happened.

I went through the garbage chute and back into a ship.

I've avoided death a couple times now.

I've heard what they said about a 'ghost' wandering the hallways.

In fact, that so called ghost is me.

Needle's POV

So I'm sick.

Well, more than half of us, that is.

We couldn't handle the extreme cold there.

"I guess we'll have to do the voting here, then." Firey said, standing up to call the others.

The sickness isn't that bad, really.

It's just a couple of headaches and a slight color of blue take over your skin.

After a few minutes, Tennis Ball, Golf Ball, and Clock, along with Firey, appeared at the door.

"We figured we could just host the voting here, on the medbay, since you guys are sick." he said, checking his phone for the results.

"Tennis Ball got zero votes."

Clock and Golf Ball looked at each other fiercely.

"Clock..."

He looked at him.

"You're out with six votes against you."

Clock smiled.

"Everyone thinks it's me. Of course they do."

"But before I go..."

"Check Golf Ball's drawer for me, will you not?"

He went outside accompanied with the others.

"Check her... drawer?" Tennis Ball said.

"NO! MY STUFF IN THERE I-IT'S P-PERSONAL!" Golf Ball cried.

"A-ALSO H-HOW COULD I BE THE M-MURDERER IF I H-HELPED YOU CREATE THE S-SCANNER!"

"Suspicious." he answered.

...

I rest my head on my pillow.

...

Firey's POV

The bedroom started turning into a messy place.

I started picking up all of the other's stuff and placing them on their beds.

Just then, the door opened.

"TB? What are you doing here?" I asked.

"Oh, nothing. Just checking Golf Ball's stuff."

"Are you allowed to?" I said, crossing my arms.

"Well, yes. It's urgent."

"Okay." I said as I stepped sideways.

He rumbled through her stuff, mostly containing some papers.

His eyes opened wide on something.

I leaned over to look.

A... bloody knife?

"Clock must've planted this. As you can see, the murder weapon was with Basketball the entire time."

"BUT! Golf Ball must've placed the FAKE knife near her in hopes to blame Clock on it."

"They're trying to frame each other-" i said until I was cut off by TB.

"HOWEVER! Clock couldn't have done that, since he never plans for what will happen in the future! It says so on his profile, and the profile on the ship never lies!"

"SO, it must've been Golf Ball, she planted BOTH of the knives to blame Clock for the killing she has committed!"

"ALSO, she was alone, by herself, no one to vouch for her!"

"Please stop acting like Sherlock Holmes and broadcast what you have found." I replied.

"I'm doing that right now." he answered.

He told everyone about his suspicions.

"WHAT?! TB, I THOUGHT YOU WERE ON MY SIDE!" she screamed.

"We'll make sure that she gets into the voting section."

"GRRR-"

"Anyways, we need to find another person willing to take Basketball's job."

No one raised a hand.

They didn't want to turn like Basketball, who was an easy target for she was always alone.

Tennis Ball sighed.

"Fine. If none of you are going to do it, I will."

He shuffled out of sight.

"I... think we should just... all be together for the time being?" Leafy suggested.

"I have to go to the bathroom." said Pencil.

"We have to accompany you, Pencil. What if you killed TB or GB?" I said.

"Alright, then. Accompany me in the girl's bathroom." she said, sarcastically.

"Ummm... well then, uh... bring Puffball, Ruby, and Ice Cube then!" I answered.

She smiled weakly.

"Okay then. But if I get murdered it's all your fault."

"Yeah, there's no kill cooldown here." Pen said, staring into Eraser's phone while he plays 'Among Us' as the impostor.

Half of the people that had fallen ill has recovered, so we just need them to get a full recovery before we could go to another planet.

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