BFB - Among Us

The Crash

Golf Ball's POV

Sigh. Everyone hates me, and I never showed up on the lab to work on the scanner.

I figured HE could handle it himself.

I know the truth and who all the killers are, but I'm scared they'll kill me since I have that knowledge.

Slowly, I'm losing my mind.

Everybody is watching me.

Every second, every minute, every hour, of every day.

Heck, even on the bathroom!

Why can't I have my... privacy?

Everyone makes me feel uncomfortable.

Everyone can listen to what I'm saying to the other people.

"Aren't you supposed to be on the lab right now, Golf Ball?" Leafy asked me.

"W-well... yeah, but... HE's there too."

I have lost all my confidence.

This means demotivation and sleep deprivation for me.

I can't focus. This is the very first time I felt pale.

HE's always taken my side, and always defended me.

I'm not used to be without him.

"We'll all leave now. Hope you finish your project with TB!" Leafy said, walking towards the opposite direction with the others.

I stood in front of the door.

I slowly opened it.

...

"GB, I could really use your help right now."

It was Tennis Ball.

I am confused. That's the first time too.

"Aren't you mad at me?"

"Not at all. It's just... why would you do that?"

"You're lying. I never did such a thing, and you're saying those kind of stuff to give the attention on ME."

"But why would I do that? Why would I frame my friends?"

...

I had no response to that.

"Anyway, I'll check on the weather statistics of this new planet we're heading to." he said as he walked out of the door.

I checked on the Scanner to see it's progress.

Broken.

I spent the whole day in the lab.

Heck, I even fell asleep!

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I woke up, since everything was shaky.

Not my imagination, but the whole ship.

I went to the control room, and someone was already there.

Tennis Ball was trying to sort out the problem.

"GB! Help me... the ship's crashing! The wings aren't stable..."

"Umm... do I need to fix the wings outside over there?" I said, pointing on the smoking wing.

"YES! WE WON'T LET OURSELVES DIE, WON'T WE?!"

He seems really stressing out.

Several others entered the room, eyeing us.

The planet is really close now.

It's really blue and-

WHY AM I WASTING MY TIME?!

I just took the entire tool box and opened the window.

I don't care. I just want to fix the ship!

It's really hard having no arms and the ship falling a thousand miles an hour.

After a couple of seconds, I fixed it.

Now my main goal is to get back into the ship without getting blown away.

The air is clean on the planet, that's for sure.

I burst back into the ship, the tools scattered around the floor.

"Shit."

"Huh?" I asked.

"We need atleast fifteen more seconds before the ship can steer back into the air. We only have THIRTEEN MORE!" Tennis Ball cried.

This is it, huh?

I was so dumb.

TWO SECONDS. I should've died instead.

...

I wanted to hug Tennis Ball so badly, to apologize for everything.

That's too late, since now we have three seconds before we hit the ground.

We'll all die.

There was a huge crash and I had lost all my senses.