#10 with Darkstache?
I combined this with another in my inbox. Have some AMONG US AU
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Prompt 10/25: “Do you know what a gunshot wound feels like?” / “Were you trying to destroy us?”
Of the two occupants, only one of them was living; the other lay sprawled on the floor, his suit-- once some color, now stained and soaked through with blood-- shredded at the middle, the body inside torn nearly in half. Exposed organs and pearly bits of bone glistened in the low light.
Dark paid it no mind; all his attention was focused on the screen in front of him, flickering with the locations of every remaining living being on the ship.
And there weren’t many of them left. Even as the screen fizzled in and out of static, Dark could see two icons heading toward electrical, one in the cafeteria, and one heading through storage. Straight toward him.
Dark whipped around. Dove for the vent--
“You.” A dark blue suit lumbered into the room, the glowing “G” on its chest casting its reflective visor into a shimmering pool of void. “It’s you. You’ve been trying to destroy us. I knew we got one of them. I knew we ejected the Host. But even my superior technology couldn’t detect the second imposter.”
Blue lurched forward, and Dark stepped back, eyes darting to the kill cooldown timer ticking on the left side of his HUD, then to the vent, which Blue had stepped right on top of. He had thirty seconds. If he could keep Blue from running to the button . . .
“Did you kill Red?” Blue demanded, voice rising, distorting into static, just like the admin screen. “Did you kill Green?”
Dark sneered. “Wouldn’t you like to know?”
“We trusted you.” Blue took another step forward. “We thought you were a crewmate. You told us to eject the Host!”
Ten seconds. Dark steeled himself, and snarled at him. “That’s on you, now, isn’t it? Being so foolish as to believe I’d ever be one of you. You’re an idiot, android. You and every single one of your little crewmate friends.”
A deep whirring sound came from within Blue’s suit. But before he could move or speak there came a flash of movement from behind him.
“Tell me, Blue.” Dark took another step back, into the blood of the corpse still lying on the floor. Blue didn’t move. “Do you know what a gunshot wound feels like?”
Bam! The inside of Blue’s visor splashed an oily blue. He fell to his knees, then to the floor, helmet bouncing off metal with a harsh crack.
Wilford stood behind him, brandishing a smoking gun. He was dressed head to toe in pink. Dark couldn’t see his face but he knew he was grinning. “What would you do without me, Darkie?”
“I had less than five seconds less on my cooldown,” Dark snapped. “I would’ve been fine. What happened to setting off the reactor?”
Wilford snorted. “Well, I need you for that, don’t I?”
Dark grumbled something unintelligible. But nonetheless he retrieved his tablet and began plugging in the codes he needed to sabotage. “Let’s get it over with.”
Above them, the lights went off. The alarm blared its rasping cry. Every icon still remaining on the admin table’s screen immediately began to converge on the reactor, on the far side of the ship.
“Killin’ time!” Wilford declared cheerfully, striding from the room.
Without hesitation, Dark stepped over Blue’s motionless body and followed.