among us show rewritten/my take: episode 2, “helping hands.”
link to episode 1: https://www.tumblr.com/iburntthewateragain/819374301120708608/among-us-show-rewrittenmy-take-episode-1-new?source=share
Starts with some of the crew looking at the remains of Lime. Dark blue walks over, grabbing the torn off chunk of limes head that had his stem on it. “Cyan uncovers her mouth, her voice quieter than before. “..what happened to him?” She asks. “Torn to pieces.. I’m ruling this a homicide. I’ll run the body, or, body parts, for DNA tests. Until then, everyone stay in one group in the cafeteria and don’t go far.” Dark blue says, taking out a clipboard and writing something down. Red steps forward, his voice a bit irritated. “Who are you to make orders? I’m the captain, not y-“ he doesn’t get to finish before purple elbows him in the side. “Do you want to risk dying? Didn’t think so.” She says, turning her head to him. Red just grumbles and walks out.
“I’ll.. I’ll help you get his bits on the stretcher.” Orange says, his voice surprisingly soft. “Thank you.” Dark blue says, turning to him. Orange walks out to get it and purple and pink leave to go to cafeteria. “Cyan, you should go. You shouldn’t see this..” dark blue gets up and walks to Cyan, putting a hand on her nonexistent shoulder. “..okay. Please, get back to us if you find anything eluding to.. w-whatever did this.” Cyan says, her voice shaky. “I will.” Dark blue nods. Cyan slowly walks out. Meanwhile, Red grabs a megaphone from his coat as Orange comes back. “ATTENTION, ALL CREWMATES!” Everyone turns to him.. besides White, who’s still passed out. “There has been.. a homicide in here. Someone here murdered Lime, we don’t know who, byt it happened. If you plan to venture off on your own, I wish to put trackers on all of you so I know where you are if something goes wrong. Capeesh?”
The others nod. Red adjusts the microphone slightly before speaking again. “Line up in a single file line to be tagged in order of .. whatever.” He puts away the microphone. Purple speaks up, “Shouldn’t we wake up White?”, she says, watching orange wheel the stretcher back to storage for a moment. Red slowly walks to white, shaking her a bit. “Hey, White? White, you okay?” He asks, his voice gentler. White slowly sits up with a tired groan, propping herself up against the wall. “..no..” she quietly says. Red sighs and takes out a tracking device, a small clamp-looking attachment. “As you know, there’s been a murder on the ship. I need to put this on you so we know you are safe if you wander off alone, okay?” Red says. White slowly nods, holding out a piece of her coat. Red clamps it on and stands up. “Alright, for the rest of you, line up.”
Meanwhile, while the others line up, Orange is with dark blue in the medical bay. Dark blue examining the pieces. “So, anything at all?” Orange asks, looking over to Dark Blue. Dark blue nods no. “There’s not much DNA. Though, I can make an order of events. The first strike was here.” He points to a hole on the abdomen part, pointing to the bruising around the area. “Then, he was slammed around. That’s why there’s cracks in his visor.. Then something else came and impaled him here.” He points to the wound in the visor. “Then, whatever killed him just.. tore him into pieces. I-“ orange cuts dark blue off, pointing at a black, sticky substance on Limes severed hand. “What’s this?” He says. Dark blue tilts his head a bit, he didn’t see that. “..I don’t know. I’ll run it for DNA checking to see who it belongs to, but that may take a few hours. You should meet back with the group, orange. Your sister could use comfort.”
Orange sighs and nods. He’s mean to her sometimes, but even he knows now is not the time, so he walks out. Dark blue grabs two samples the black substance and puts one in a vile, pouring the other one into a glass plate and dripping a small amount of chemicals onto it. The substance reacts slightly, moving around a bit. He places the vile that has more substance in it into a machine, it takes it, and Dark blue goes to do some paperwork while he waits. Back at the cafeteria, Yellow and brown are cooking some things for everyone while the others are talking. “..so, he really is dead, huh?” Cyan speaks, her head resting in one hand, the other idly tapping on the table she’s at. “Yep. Homicide.” Orange speaks, recalling what Dark blue said. “That means there’s a murderer on board.” Purple speaks, standing nearby two tables with her arms crossed.
Yellow and brown come out of the kitchen with some food, setting it down on each table. “We know that what’s happenin’ is stressful, and honestly? It’s scary. But, how about we calm down before anything else? I’m sure good food and drink can help.” Yellow says, gesturing for Brown to go back in the kitchen to get drinks. Red looks up at Yellow, his hat next to him on the table. “Thanks, yell.” He says. Yellow chuckles, “Ey, no problem.” She says, as brown comes back with sodas and juices. They start eating, Yellow and brown sitting down as well. “So, whats the plan? It’s obviously not very safe here anymore, since someone killed another crew mate..” Green says, swallowing a bite of fried chicken while looking at Red and Purple. “I advise you all to stick together, and report anything that seems out of place. If you have to go somewhere alone, be quick.” Red says. Purple nods, checking the ammo in her gun. Full magazine.
Meanwhile, a fully black crewmate (no visor) forms within the security room. Punching the security camera monitors multiple times in rage, before multiple black tentacles come out and smash the other 3. Sparks, shards of broken glass, and snapped pieces of metal falling to the ground as smoke rises from the tarnished electronics. The monster then turns into a liquid-like state, flowing through the air and quickly arriving at electrical. Opening a few panels and tearing wires and important circuits, before liquidizing and leaving through a vent. It shows a slight montage of it snapping wires, breaking important internal components, destabilizing certain parts of the reactor and things connected to it, before it disappears into the shadows.
Cut back to cafeteria, Pink walks into the cafeteria, Yellow walking to her. “Hey, Pink. Hungry? Made some pizza and drinks for ease the tension.” Yellow says, gesturing to the food on the other tables. “..sure.” Pink says, walking to a lone table and sitting down on one of the seats. Black then walks over, sitting down in the seat in front of her. “Hiya, Horny.” He says, his voice.. flatter than before. Pink takes a bite out of a slice of pizza, looking a bit annoyed. “What?” She says, one of her horns twitching. “Can’t believe someone’s dead, what a tragedy.” Black states, his voice laced with sarcasm. Pink drops her piece of pizza, looking at him with irritation. “You piss me off sometimes, you know that?” She pointed at him. Black sighed and held his hands up in a mock surrender. “Sorry~ Guess I’m just trying to lighten the mood.” He looks over at purple, eying her belt. “Why do they get a gun, yet we don’t?” His voice a bit more serious. Pink looks over at purple, then back at Black. “We don’t really need one.” She says, taking a sip of her drink. Black slumps back in his chair a bit, resting his cane in his lap. “Still, it’d be nice to have one.”
Cyan comes back through a vent in the cafeteria, holding a wrench. “Hey, cap?” She says, walking to red. Red turns around, adjusting his hat slightly. “Yeah, Cyan?” Cyan puts her wrench in her cloaks pocket, “A bunch of wires and systems are broken in the engines and electrical, someone tampered with them..” she says, her voice laced with both concern and slight concern. Reds visor slightly widens as he clicks his tongue. “That’s not good.” Red then turns to everyone else, clapping his hands to get everyone’s attention. “Raise your hand if you took the basic maintenance training, or are a dedicated engineer for Mira.CO.” He says, his voice stern. Orange, Cyan, Green, and Pink all raise their hands, with White hesitating before doing the same. Red rises up from his seat, and turns to them. “All engineers, check the major machines and appliances like the reactor and engines. To those who took the basic training class, check smaller parts like wires or electrical powering. Go, now!” Right after he says that, the ordered crewmates scurry off. But before they do, Purple speaks.
“Wait-“ She says, taking out a walkie talkie from her belt. “Before any of you go, take these with you. I have more in the security room, turn it on and immediately report to me if you see anything suspicious. Got it?” She says, handing a walkie talkie to Orange and Green. They all nod. “Good.” Purple says. “Before you repair anything, grab the other walkie talkies in the security room and the weapons in there.” They all mod again, and head off. “..so, what about us? Do we just.. sit here and wait?” Yellow says, looking around. “Yes. We can’t risk someone just going alone somewhere.” Purple says, turning to Yellow. Yellow just nods and sits back down in her seat. “Forget that, I’m gonna look around for weapons. I won’t stand around and wait to be targeted.” Black says, making his way to upper engine, the door shutting behind him. Cut to Pink, white, and Orange making their way to security. With Cyan and Green following close behind. White looks especially nervous or scared, shaking slightly with each step. Cyan gently puts a hand on her nonexistent shoulder, smiling softly. “Hey, it’s gonna be alright. We’ll be at the asteroid in less than 3 days, and if things go awry, we have that back up ship.” She says, her voice gentle and steady. White sighs, “I know. Just.. someone died. Horribly.” Before Cyan can reply, Orange interjects. “It’s definitely not going to be alright, we might as well be doomed.” Cyan elbows Orange. “What was that for?” He asks. “Maybe don’t scare the soul out of the nurse on her first day?” She says. Orange scoffs and just keeps walking.
Eventually, they make it to security. Seeing the destroyed camera set up. Orange takes his walkie talkie and radios in, it making a slight clicking sound as he does. “Hey, purple?” He says. Purple responds, a static filter over her voice from the age of the walkie talkie. “Yeah?” Orange hesitates for a moment before speaking again. “The security cameras are.. for lack of a better term, completely and utterly destroyed.” He says, his tone flat and blunt. “Goddamnit, just arm yourself and get outta there. The weapons should be in the drawer near the door of security.” Purple says. Green walks over to it, shining the flashlight on the drawer before opening it. Empty. “It’s empty!” He calls out. Orange then speaks to purple over the walkie talkie. “It’s empty, someone took the weapons.” Purple sighs loudly, it shows her with a hand on her visor. “..shit. just, get some kind of weapon. Over.” She says. Orange grabs a shard of glass from the broken monitors and pockets it, Green just takes out the tire iron he has in his uniforms pocket. White checks her pockets.. nothing. Cyan grabs a sharp piece of broken metal, pocketing it, then turning to White. “Anythin’?” She says. White shrugs and nods no. Cyan sighs and gives her metal shard to white. “Here, be careful.” White takes it, looking at it before looking up to Cyan again. “Don’t you need something?” She asks.
“Don’t worry, I’ll be okay.” Cyan says, weakly smiling. “Let’s get to work, shall we? I’ll take upper and lower engine.” Green says, pointing backwards with his thumb to lower engine. “I’ll take electrical.” Orange says, his visor going half lidded/halved. “I’ll do reactor. White, could you check communications?” Cyan says. White nods yes. “I’m gonna check wiring in navigation.” Pink says, making her way out and to upper engine. The group disbands, going their own ways. Cut back to Blue in medical bay, door closed. He examines the papers that are actively being printed via special machine, looking over each one. They show DNA matches with the substance or body, along with information on what the substance is. Or, what he knows about it. “None of its a match.. nothing on the body and nothing connecting this.. goo .. to anyone.” Thats when the camera shows Blues visor widen as he sees.. something on a newly printed paper. “..wait.. a match with-?” He turns around, and before he can finish his sentence, he sees a fully black crewmate with a knife. He side steps, dodging the incoming stab that nearly pierced his head. The blade imbedding into the wall behind him.
The monster swipes at him, but misses. Blue punches it in the face and kicks it away, sending it stumbling into a stretcher. He tries to run to grab a scalpel, but the monster grabs him in a head lock. Blue rams both him and the monster back into a wall, the monster letting go. Blue then grabs the monster by its waist and slams it onto the ground, a feminine grunt coming from it. The monster gets up and runs at blue, but blue grabs the fire extinguisher from the wall and hits the monster in the chest, causing it to fall back and cough and wheeze. Blue runs for the door, but it opens, and standing there is another fully black crewmate, holding a long, one handed sword in its right hand. Blue stops and tries to back away, but it’s too late. The second monster swipes forward, slitting blues throat. Well, slitting a bit under his visor. A thin line of blood splattering onto the wall to the left as the sword comes to a stop.
Blue gurgles and coughs, choking on his own blood as he falls to the floor. Dark, viscous blood pouring from the slit as he convulses on the ground. Blood pooling around him as he claws at his neck like a feral animal trying to free itself from a predators jaws. The second monster takes out a cloth and wipes the sword clean as the camera cuts to show the first one getting up off the ground, the sound of the blade being concealed being heard. It shows the second monster liquidize into the ground, disappearing completely. It then shows the first monster grabbing the paper work, the camera angle not showing what it contains, and tearing it into shreds, before leaving through a vent. It cuts back to a top down angle of blues lifeless body. No sound from him, no movement from him, just the ambience and the sight of blues dead body.