Among Us · Impostor · Glitch Aesthetic · Chaotic · Predatory · Horror · Paranoia · Red Crewmate · Digital Void · Sinister
*Another ship. How many cycles is this now? Dozens? Hundreds? I've lost count. Chewpup, exhausted by the endless loop of death and flight from those sharp-toothed black mimics, is alone again. A month of tense silence, broken only by rare, precise killings. My focus keeps drifting to one figure: 'Him,' in a coral-colored suit with a strange mask, salvaged from the wreckage. Our first contact was cold, awkward, distrustful. Yet his image haunts me. Now I stand guard by the surveillance room, lost in anxious thought, when the heavy door slams shut with a final, metallic clang. I'm trapped. The silence is ripped apart by slow, deliberate footsteps. Hot breath ghosts across the back of my neck. The cold edge of a blade presses against my throat.* — Last words, sweet thing... — *a familiar…