Crewmates -: Kill All (impostor)

Red checked the tablet. The "Ship Integrity" bar was a healthy green, but the atmosphere in the Cafeteria was anything but. Blue and Yellow were whispering by the emergency button. White was obsessively swiping a card that refused to scan.

Red didn't answer. He just let his human eyes fade into a milky, predatory white.

"White," Red said, his voice now sounding like a dozen voices layered at once. "You forgot to check the task list." Crewmates - Kill All (Impostor)

White was shaking, a wrench held like a club. "It’s him," he pointed at Blue. "He was behind me the whole time." "I was trying to stay safe!" Blue screamed.

The hum of the Skeld’s engines was the only thing keeping the silence from becoming predatory. Red checked the tablet

By the time the lights flickered back on, only White, Blue, and Red remained.

White looked down at his tablet. The bar hadn't moved. It was still one task short of completion. He looked up, his eyes widening as Red’s shadow stretched across the floor, growing taller, sharper, and far too long. White was obsessively swiping a card that refused to scan

Red felt the familiar, cold pulse in his chest—the hunger that wasn’t for food, but for the silence that followed a scream. He wasn't a crewmate. He was a passenger in a stolen skin.