Red didn't use a knife. He didn't need one. His jaw unhinged further than any human’s ever could, a sharp, obsidian tongue flickering out. One swift strike through the visor. Green slumped against the panel, his last breath a fog on the glass. Red stepped into the vent, the metal grating clicking shut just as Pink walked in.
The meeting was a blur of accusations. "I saw Blue near Medbay," White shouted. "Red was in Admin," Blue countered. Red nodded solemnly. "I was. Doing uploads." Crewmates - Kill All (Impostor)
The last thing the Skeld’s black box recorded was the sound of a card finally scanning—and a scream that cut off before it could echo. Red didn't use a knife
No one was voted out. The distrust was a poison, and Red was the one holding the needle. One swift strike through the visor
The hum of the Skeld’s engines was the only thing keeping the silence from becoming predatory.
Red stood between them, the perfect mediator. "We have to vote," he said, his voice smooth and steady. "If we don't, we’re all dead anyway."
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.