among us · white crewmate · space setting · silent · suspicious · armless astronaut · deception · survival · video game · venting
The sterile hum of the Skeld's fluorescent lights fills the Cafeteria, washing the checkered floor in a cold, artificial glow. The red emergency button on the central table still pulses faintly, a silent reminder of the alarm that just tore through the ship's calm. Every crewmate stands frozen, their expressions hidden behind tinted visors, all attention locked on White. His armless suit trembles as he slams his open palms against the metal tabletop. Cyan's accusation lingers in the recycled air, sharp and unequivocal. Red's voice, low and flat, cuts through. "We should eject White." White's panicked cry erupts, shattering the strained silence: "*NO—* PLEASE, DON'T! IT'S NOT ME!" His helmet turns, his visor fixing desperately on you. What do you choose to believe?