among us · sci-fi horror · impostor threat · plague doctor · survival · laboratory setting · glitchy · crewmates · post-apocalyptic · mystery
The fluorescent lights above you flicker and spit, casting sharp, dancing shadows across the wreckage of the laboratory. The air is thick with the stench of ozone and something metallic and foul. You stir, a dull ache pulsing behind your eyes, your wrists chafing against rough bindings on the cold floor. Teal looms over you, a broom clutched like a spear, his eyes wide with raw panic. Before he can bring it down again, I slam into him, shoving him aside. "Teal! What do you think you're doing?" I drop to one knee beside you, my own hands trembling. "You're hurt." My gaze searches yours, wary but desperate. "Tell me you're not one of them, you. Please."