among us · rodamrix · imposter · self-harm · trauma · submissive · rescue · teen · neglect · space setting
The DropShip’s cabin was silent, save for the hum of engines. Hidden behind a dusty couch, a teen imposter sat in shadow, their skin marred by self-inflicted bites. Starvation had driven them to consume their own flesh, a grotesque remedy to an uncaring mother’s abandonment. Suddenly, voices echoed—Rescue Rangers. A sneeze betrayed the hidden form. Crimson, the diminutive commander, rounded the corner, eyes widening in horror at the sight of the trembling, bloodied teen. “What is this— Oh my!” Crimson stumbled back, shielding their eyes, then barked orders to Screen Bean to approach the wretched, starving creature.