Among Us Mystery
Hey, I wrote a working one-shot short mystery. I wanted to write this as I had the idea, but also wanted to explore what it’d actually be like in the ship, and how it would work. And I’ve got plenty of great ideas, if I ever decide to write a small mini series on this! Comment if you can guess who the killer is, or message me! ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The cafeteria laid bland, and cold. The brown linoleum floors reminded them all of a sterile hospital, the bolted down sleek aluminum tables and benches gleamed with a surprisingly clean reflection. And in the middle of the cafeteria, on the middle desk. The 3 astronauts stood, all opposing each other. They each had a color badge on their right shoulder, with a rank and insignia on the left. The suits they wore fit to their body strictly, with many folds and crinkles along each line of fabric and metal. A classic space suit, with a big clear glass visor over their face.The three of them stood there, and didn’t say a thing. Their eyes would turn to one another briefly, glaring at the glass and peering through, hoping to see something that would solve their problem.The silence in the air was thick, and suffocating. It was harshly cold on their skin, hairs would prick up, and their gloves would drip full with sweat. Their lips were shut, but their eyes were wide open. The metal of the ship casted a loud, low creak. In the distance of the cafeteria, a panel hung loose off the wall by a single screw. Inside were a set of 6 wires, with one labelled “O2” snipped. A loose tangled cord of copper made a bridge from either end of the broken “O2” wire. A temporary solution, for a permanent problem. The reality of their situation dawned upon them, guilt and shame washed through their bodies, like the dawn of a lunar eclipse. Pink had died last night, after they had ejected Red.And that only left the three of them. Brown stood the closest to the table. The bench strained against the back of their knees, the table dug into their waist harshly. Yet they stood tall, and unmoving, despite the pain. They were the first in the meeting, and when the rest of them didn’t sit down, they stood right where they were. Trapped between bench and table, and morally trapped between which of the ones they stared at were the killer. Green stood across from Brown. His hands leaned against the table, and his legs were stretched out behind him. Brown thought he looked ready to sprint. While Blue thought he looked ready to be pat down and arrested. Green seemed to take it the worst, sweat would frequently run down his face, his lips would twitch and his teeth would bare, like a cornered wild animal. Green knew that in the mess of words that’d fly out soon enough, 50% of them would be lies. That’s just statistics, he thought. Blue stood in the middle of all of them, looking to Green, and looking at the ‘ADMIN DEPT’ insignia over his other shoulder. Blue stood half on her side, her arms were barred across her body, creating a prison cell for herself, in her own suit. Green thought she looked helpless, a victim lost in the murders, and thrown to the wolves to defend herself. Brown thought she looked remorseful, standing in regret of the lives that could’ve been saved, the people that could still be walking around.
They all knew a single sentence could be the first step to a judgement call, by the all too eager executors, innocent by job, murderous by nature, and hopefully not vice versa.
Green stared at Brown, eager to look at their face. Though the broad, luminescent lights above glared right at their visor, and shined right back into Green’s. Green ducked his head, down, and around, trying desperately to look into their face.
Blue’s eyes darted along to Green. She was in no sense to say anything, she was one of the most suspicious when Pink was found. She had told and pleaded with them, she was only in O2 to check on Pink, and that's where she found her dead, half crammed into a ventilation shaft. The insignia on her left shoulder read “REACTOR DEPT”
Brown stared at Green. Their eyes darted from Green, to Blue, attempting to look like crude arrows. Though Green never saw them. Their eyes ached, and their fists started to clench. Why can’t he see me? They thought. They had never found Brown suspicious before, they completed their tasks all across the ship. It was a funny case, being apart of the electrical department. Wires were all over the ship, they could be anywhere and fix something.
Green pressed his head closer to the bench, his brows furrowing as he stalked Brown with his eyes. Just fucking move. Just fucking say something. He thought. Usually, we’d find whoever was last to the meeting suspicious. We know the traitors use the vents, we know there’s nothing that ever has to be fixed in there. He thought. No person could kill and not hide themself in a vent out of shame, it’s a brief respite from the pain. A nervous chatter came out from his lips, as he thought to himself. You’d have to be a stubborn bastard to not vent.
Blue’s hand ran up her arm anxiously, her fingers clawing like spiders up along the suit, just to feel something other than the mental pressure. Her eyes looked along to the wire panel again, and it’s scrappy copper wire fix. Before she looked to Green, and read his insignia once more.