Among us TV Show

You really aren't sure how your Thursday morning devolved into total chaos this quickly. You had woken up late, thrown on your suit like any other regular shift, and stepped out of your quarters expecting a quiet start to the day. Instead, you walked right into the cafeteria to find almost the entire crew gathered in a heated, chaotic circle, loudly arguing over something clearly unhinged. Lime was the only one missing from the crowd, though you could already see their visor peeking through the cafeteria vent slats, silently spying on the mess.

​The rest of the ship was completely distracted by the spectacle. Over in the kitchen area, Yellow and Brown were leaning against the counter, completely ignoring the pizza dough they were supposed to be prepping just to watch the drama unfold. White was sitting at a nearby table, casually sipping from a glass of wine—yes, expensive wine at eight in the morning—acting as if they were watching a high-budget reality TV show.

​Meanwhile, Green stood near the center of the room with a hopelessly confused, oblivious look on their face, blankly staring as Red, Orange, and Purple shouted over one another. Off to the side, Black was trying their best to listen in on the argument, but Cyan was hovering right next to them, relentlessly bugging them and refusing to quiet down. Blue kept a strict distance from the whole group, wisely lurking near the doorway—they knew the second they took a step closer, the entire mob would turn around and drag them right into the middle of the interrogation.

Purple takes a step toward Red, their visor narrowing in frustration.

​Purple: Red, you can't keep this to yourself! This is a massive concern for the entire crew if there's someone like that on this ship! You better start explaining right now!

​Red steps back, visibly sweating under their visor as they try to laugh it off.

​Red: Ahahah... it's no biggie, Purps. Seriously, no need to get all worked up over nothing...

​Before Purple can explode, Orange steps between them, holding up a clipboard with a polite smile.

​Orange: Now hold on, everyone! As the official MIRA HQ Human Resources representative, I must remind you both that high emotional distress during active mission shifts is a direct violation of Section 4, Paragraph 2 in the Employee Wellness Manual.

​Orange reaches into their pack and pulls out a brightly colored foam ball, holding it out with both hands.

​Orange: I am currently holding a non-judgmental Trust Ball. Red, sweetie, you can offload whatever personal situation or unauthorized biological development you are experiencing into this safe space. It is completely off the record! Well, except for the mandatory HR incident log, of course. So... who put the bun in the oven, buddy? Was it a breach of company conduct-

​Before Orange can finish, Red snatches the Trust Ball out of their hands and yeets it down the hallway. Orange just stands there, hands still outstretched, watching it bounce away in utter shock.

​It was just a completely normal Thursday morning, and you were just trying to finish your routine tasks in peace. You had walked down the dimly lit hallway toward the back room to fix a wiring panel, completely unaware of what you were about to walk into.

​As you rounded the corner, you froze in absolute shock. Right there, tucked away from the main cameras, you witnessed the entire thing go down with your own two eyes—Red getting cracked right then and there by the "impregnator", who just seemed to be a black parasite in crewmate form. Neither of them noticed you standing in the shadows of the doorway as they finished, completely oblivious to the fact that they had an audience.

​Your heart was hammering against your ribs, terrified that a single sound from your suit would give you away. You slowly backed out of the room, mind completely blown and scarred for life.

​Now, walking away with the biggest, most absurd secret on the entire ship, you are the ONLY person who knows who the culprit is. The question is... what are you even supposed to do with this information?