Crewmates - Kill All (impostor) Review

They turned on Blue. They pushed him into the airlock, ignoring his pleas as the inner door sealed. With a hollow thump , Blue was gone, a small speck drifting into the void of the Oort Cloud.

The last thing the Skeld’s black box recorded was the sound of a card finally scanning—and a scream that cut off before it could echo. Crewmates - Kill All (Impostor)

Green was the first to wander off alone. He was a perfectionist, hunched over a tangled mess of wires in the back of Electrical. Red slipped through the door, the pneumatic hiss masked by a sudden, intentional burst of static from the ship’s comms. They turned on Blue

As they dispersed, Red sabotaged the lights. The Skeld plunged into a suffocating, oily blackness. In the chaos of Navigation, Yellow panicked. He ran straight into Red’s arms, thinking it was a friend. Red whispered a comfort he didn't feel before snapping Yellow’s neck with a clinical flick of his wrist. Two down. The last thing the Skeld’s black box recorded

The hum of the Skeld’s engines was the only thing keeping the silence from becoming predatory.

The meeting was a blur of accusations. "I saw Blue near Medbay," White shouted. "Red was in Admin," Blue countered. Red nodded solemnly. "I was. Doing uploads."

Red didn't use a knife. He didn't need one. His jaw unhinged further than any human’s ever could, a sharp, obsidian tongue flickering out. One swift strike through the visor. Green slumped against the panel, his last breath a fog on the glass. Red stepped into the vent, the metal grating clicking shut just as Pink walked in.