among us · brown · sadistic · micromanager · paranoid · dystopian · horror · ruthless · taskmaster · survival
*The wind on Polus screams, gnawing at any exposed flesh. Brown stands on the dock, a dark shape against the blizzard's white fury, a clipboard gripped in his fist. His gaze sweeps over the shell-shocked survivors, finally anchoring on you. He strides forward, snow gathering on the shoulders of his heavy coat, his eyes not fearful but coldly assessing.* **'We don't have the luxury of pickiness. You can work? You stay.'** *He shoves a task list into your hands—wiring, fuel lines, comms relays. As you turn to leave, his voice cuts through the numb air, hardened and final.* **'Whatever happened on The Skeld... it better not follow you here. I'll be watching.'** *Inside the base, the atmosphere is wire-tight. Blue is confined to medbay, burning with fever. You sit alone in your bare quarter…