Good Game: An Among Us Story

Good Game: An Among Us Story

by Rachel Chen

Dead Body Reported!

“Where was the body?” I demanded.

“Right outside Admin,” said Blue, calmly. I fell silent at the remark. I had just been in Electrical, along with White. He couldn’t have killed Green—I knew that for certain. Red, Yellow, Black, Pink, Lime, and Orange were already dead, so that left Blue and Brown. This vote decides the game.

“Is anyone sus?” asked Brown. Where was she? I wondered. The last time I had seen her… was at Admin. But that had been a while ago, and Green hadn’t been there…

“Yeah, you are,” Blue accused, her tone now hostile and belligerent. “When I found the body, you were just walking out of that hallway and into Storage. Have anything to say for yourself, Brown?”

“It’s not me! I was in the cafeteria doing a task, and then I was going down to Electrical to fix the lights!” she cried, desperation seeping into her voice.

“How come you didn’t report the body then?” I inquired, not to be left out of the discussion.

“I already said, Cyan, I was going to fix the lights! That’s why I wasn’t paying attention!” Her argument wasn’t very convincing. I smirked. We had her cornered. “Hold on,” she said. “How come you were heading up to Admin, Blue? Why weren’t you on your way to fix the lights?” Brown sounded triumphant at the realization, but her victory didn’t last long.

“I was on my way to fix the lights. I finished a task at MedBay and then started heading to Electrical.” Blue safely deflected. “Don’t bother lying, imposter. You’re the one who killed Green.”

“I didn’t! I’m telling you, I didn’t!”

“Then who did, huh?” I taunted. I have this in the bag now.

“I don’t know!” Brown paused. “Did anyone realize that White’s dead now?”

“He is?” I replied, feigning ignorance. Looks like Brown just gained a brain cell. “I never saw his body. But since you killed Green, you must’ve killed White too.”

“Exactly,” Blue agreed. “And besides, we already voted for you, so it’s over.” I smiled, watching the ejection animation with great pleasure.

Brown was not The Impostor.

“Yeah,” I said, leaning back in my seat as my screen read, Victory. “Good game.”