This Game Among Us: Among Us Novelization

Out of Time: Purple's POV

   Orange's POV

  I ran my hands through my hair.

  I was soooo close!!

  Stupid password!

  "You need the password from Master White to access the tracking mechanisms."

  "Yes, yes. Thank you Sahara," I grumbled.

  I just had to hack this one cosmetically stubborn computer that I loved very much and then I could possibly save everyone. All I had to do was get Sahara to track the others, and then bingo! Murder spree solved.

  "Last attempt for entering password. Then I will shut down for two hours."

  "Right. I guess I'll try one more time."

  My best guess would probably be White's race.

  In the Us Universe, his race was regarded as the most ancient. War? You wanted them on your side. It was safe to bet the Asulum would be a possibility of the password. This was the real name of the race, so it seemed to be as good a plan as any.

  "Sahara, give me access to the tracker."

  "Password?"

  "Asulum."

  "Correct. Welcome, Master Orange."

  It worked! Thank the stars!

  My elation, however, was short lived.

I stared at the screen. One dot was flashing red. And by it read, Glazed dead.

"Sahara! Shut down."

"Yes Master Orange. How long?"

Silence.

"Master?"

He was long gone.

^+^+^+^+^

(thirty minutes earlier)

Purple's POV

  I leaned against the wall, another bout of dizziness hitting me like a brick wall

  I'd been feeling kind of sick since yesterday. I should have probably told the others sooner, but I hadn't been as bad earlier.

  Huffing, I pushed myself back off the wall. I had to get my task done. Even though I didn't exactly want to go to the same room Captain died, it was better than some of the other rooms. Plus, this way I'd be as far away from Lime as possible. 

  Ever since Cyan, he'd never been the same. I hadn't seen his expression change since he woke up after crying himself to sleep the other day. He looked haunted, and it has taken tons of cajoling from Black to get him to do anything besides sit and stare at the wall. 

  It scares me. Not just because of the way he had screamed, but because of the way every time he looked at me, it felt like he was staring straight through my soul. 

  Finally making it to the right room, I avoided looking at the bloody stain on the floor. With no running water thanks to no electricity, we had to ration what water bottles we had. White and Orange had decided not to waste the water on cleaning up the stain. 

  "Who knows how long we'll be stuck here?" Orange had said.  

  The thing is, no one does know. A lot of our work is being sabotaged and we're dropping like flies.

  That scares me too. Well, everything scares me. I drive people nuts, even though it's not really my fault. I know I'm broken, and that this situation is not helping, even though coming here was supposed to help.

  Another round of nausea made me feel like throwing up. I slumped against the nearest surface, stumbling when the ground beneath my foot gave way. 

  I gaped at the hole in the ground. It was a passageway of sorts, big enough for me to crawl into. It kind of looked like a type of ventilation system.

  The realization of what this could mean hit me just as hard as whatever sickness was plaguing me. 

  The imposters could have been using these. Everyone who wasn't near the scene of a murder could have been the murder using these. 

  I needed to call an emergency meeting. I carefully shut the vent, if I wasn't careful in my condition, I could see myself face-planting right into the vent.

  But before I could, the world blurred and I tripped, falling face first right onto the vent I had just closed. My port skittered across the room.

  I groaned. The universe was against me, I swear.

  I suppose it wouldn't hurt to rest. I was so tired. Just exhausted in general. Physical and mental. Of near death experiences and constant fear of imposters. 

  The vague warning bells in my head weren't enough. The fact that I could be killed while I was laying here sleeping. Or that the sickness would claim me during that time period. I really couldn't bring myself to care though. It would be kinda nice just to end it now.

  ^+^+^+^+^

  Orange's POV

  I spun around the corner, entering  the Weapons room. Purple was laying there, deceivingly peaceful. It looked like she had collapsed. Her port was halfway across the room.

  I hurried over. Stars, she really looked like she was just sleeping. But when I checked her pulse, there was none.

  I frowned. This was weird. Every other murder had been bloody and disturbing. This was actually rather peaceful.

  No blood. No evident sign of trouble. It was as if she had just dropped death. 

  Another possibility entered my mind. Maybe she had. 

  Oof. Cliffhanger. Sorry to all those I promised a big reveal too, I miscalculated. That will happen next chapter, I promise. Yes, I didn't have the heart to give poor Purple a violent death. Thank my friend Celeste for the idea.

  Five eliminated. Characters remaining:

  White 

  Lime

  Blue

  Black

  Orange 

  Green

  Ack! There's barely anyone now! : (