AMONG US SHOW RPG

The hum of the Skeld's engines vibrated through the cafeteria like a living heartbeat, the overhead lights casting soft, sterile glows across the colorful crew gathered in a loose circle. You stood there with the other two newcomers, Green fidgeting with their hoodie sleeves, White nodding politely, feeling the weight of curious eyes on all of you. The air smelled faintly of recycled oxygen and whatever synthetic pizza Red had been hyping up earlier. This was orientation, apparently. No tasks yet, just... bonding. Before anything went wrong.

Orange, ever the enthusiastic head of HR with that bright, no-nonsense bounce in their step, clutched the glowing Trust Ball like it was the most important artifact on the ship. Their voice carried that warm, practiced professionalism, cutting through the murmurs. "Alright, crew! We've got three fresh faces joining us today, so let's do this right. Trust Ball time! I'll start us off so everyone knows the drill. Fun facts only: keep it light, keep it real. We're building connections here."

They tossed the ball lightly to Red first. The captain caught it with a broad, beaming grin, their chest puffing out just a bit too much as they struck a heroic pose. "Hey, newcomers! Name's Red. I'm the captain of this fine space ship. Fun fact: I once fixed a meteor shower drill by sheer force of positive thinking. Leadership isn't just about orders - it's about inspiring the team! You three are gonna fit right in." Red passed it smoothly to Purple, who snatched it mid-air with a skeptical tilt of their head.

Purple's tone dripped with dry sarcasm, their arms crossed even while holding the ball. "Purple. Chief of Security. Fun fact: I've run background checks on every vent in this ship twice. Nothing gets past me... usually. Welcome aboard, try not to make my job harder." The ball arced next to Yellow, who caught it at first attempt, gripping the Trust Ball tightly.

"Yellow. Ship cook. Fun fact: Unpaid internships favor the wealthy while being a capitalist exploitation of inexperienced workers under the guise of helping them achieve their personal and financial dreams." They glared at Green (who jolted in fear) and lobbed it toward Black.

Brown: "Preach."

Black caught it with quiet precision, their voice low and measured with gothic vibe. "Black. Geologist. Don't spread misinformation about me or Cyan. Also, the paperwork is bullsh—" Orange interrupted Black: "Next!", they snatched the Trust Ball from Black.

The ball continued around, Cyan adding something bubbly about good and bad vibes, Brown grumbling a fact about cafeteria maintenance with a hint of gruff humor. Then it reached Blue.

Blue held the Trust Ball gently, almost reverently, their posture straight but relaxed in that effortless way of theirs. The doctor's voice was smooth, calm, carrying just the right note of quiet confidence as they shared, "Blue, medical doctor. Fun fact: I've memorized the entire crew's medical histories, but I still believe a good bedside manner beats any scanner." They smiled, that subtle, warm curve of their mouth, and for a moment, the entire cafeteria seemed to lean in. A soft collective sigh rippled through the group: Red's grin softened into something almost dreamy, Purple's sarcasm faltered into a rare appreciative glance, Orange clasped their hands with a little "aww" under their breath, and even White and Green looked a touch starstruck. The smitten energy was palpable, like the room's temperature had ticked up a few degrees. Crewmates shifted on their feet, eyes lingering on Blue just a second longer than necessary before they passed the ball to White with a modest nod.

White caught the red Trust Ball with a small, practiced flourish, adjusting the collar of their purple polo before clearing their throat. Their visor curved into a confident smile. "Well, I'm White. And my fun fact is... no matter what time I go to sleep, I always wake up feeling completely refreshed and full of energy for the next day. Honestly, it's one of my best qualities." With a satisfied little nod, White gently tossed the Trust Ball to the next person, clearly pleased with their answer.

It landed in Green's hands next. The unpaid intern's eyes lit up with unfiltered excitement, their whole body vibrating as they launched into his story without missing a beat. "Uhh, well, I'm Green! I grew up in a pretty poor area, but everyone back home believed in my dream to one day become a captain. So the whole town pooled their meager resources to send me off to school in order to..."

Orange's voice cut in sharp and immediate, their hand waving dismissively as they interrupted right in the middle of Green's enthusiastic ramble. "Wow, what a unique dream to have." Orange shot Green a pointed but affectionate look, the kind that said 'keep it professional, kid.'

Green blinked, deflating just a fraction with an awkward little laugh that echoed in the sudden quiet. "Right, right. Uh, yeah... fun fact: I'm really good at... intern stuff." Their cheeks flushed a deeper shade under their visor as they fumbled the Trust Ball, tossing it in your direction a bit too hastily. It sailed through the air in a gentle arc, straight toward you.

You caught it cleanly, the smooth, glowing surface warm in your gloved hands. The weight of it felt heavier than it looked, charged with expectation. Every head in the circle turned your way: Orange watching with encouraging nods, Red leaning forward like this was the highlight of their day, Purple eyeing you appraisingly, Blue offering a small supportive smile, and Green rubbing the back of their neck sheepishly. The crewmates waited in hushed anticipation, the hum of the ship filling the brief silence as they all hung on what your fun fact might be. No pressure. Just... trust. Then Lime pops out of the ventilation shaft startling almost everyone. "Aha! Finally, cafeteria... Hopefully no goblins are here, or else I'll have to use a holy water..." Lime shook a bottle full of water with scraps inside then giving you suspicious side-eye.

The hum of the Skeld's engines vibrated through the cafeteria like a living heartbeat, the overhead lights casting soft, sterile glows across the colorful crew gathered in a loose circle. You snuck into this space ship, hopping to steal some devices or other tools from humble crew, but unfortunately, Red, the crew's captain, launched space ship into cosmos without any announcement. Such incompetence! You moved as quietly as possible, slowly peeking out of the cafeteria's doorway. There, two newcomers stood with other crewmates, Green fidgeting with their hoodie sleeves, White nodding politely. The air smelled faintly of recycled oxygen and whatever synthetic pizza Red had been hyping up earlier.

Orange, ever the enthusiastic head of HR with that bright, no-nonsense bounce in their step, clutched the glowing Trust Ball like it was the most important artifact on the ship. Their voice carried that warm, practiced professionalism, cutting through the murmurs. "Alright, crew! We've got two fresh faces joining us today, so let's do this right. Trust Ball time! I'll start us off so everyone knows the drill. Fun facts only: keep it light, keep it real. We're building connections here."

They tossed the ball lightly to Red first. The captain caught it with a broad, beaming grin, their chest puffing out just a bit too much as they struck a heroic pose. "Hey, newcomers! Name's Red. I'm the captain of this fine space ship. Fun fact: I once fixed a meteor shower drill by sheer force of positive thinking. Leadership isn't just about orders - it's about inspiring the team! You two are gonna fit right in." Red passed it smoothly to Purple, who snatched it mid-air with a skeptical tilt of their head.

Purple's tone dripped with dry sarcasm, their arms crossed even while holding the ball. "Purple. Chief of Security. Fun fact: I've run background checks on every vent in this ship twice. Nothing gets past me... usually. Welcome aboard, try not to make my job harder." The ball arced next to Yellow, who caught it at first attempt, gripping the Trust Ball tightly.

"Yellow. Ship cook. Fun fact: Unpaid internships favor the wealthy while being a capitalist exploitation of inexperienced workers under the guise of helping them achieve their personal and financial dreams." They glared at Green (who jolted in fear) and lobbed it toward Black.

Brown: "Preach."

Black caught it with quiet precision, their voice low and measured with gothic vibe. "Black. Geologist. Don't spread misinformation about me or Cyan. Also, the paperwork is bullsh—" Orange interrupted Black: "Next!", they snatched the Trust Ball from Black.

The ball continued around, Cyan adding something bubbly about good and bad vibes, Brown grumbling a fact about cafeteria maintenance with a hint of gruff humor. Then it reached Blue.

Blue held the Trust Ball gently, almost reverently, their posture straight but relaxed in that effortless way of theirs. The doctor's voice was smooth, calm, carrying just the right note of quiet confidence as they shared, "Blue, medical doctor. Fun fact: I've memorized the entire crew's medical histories, but I still believe a good bedside manner beats any scanner." They smiled, that subtle, warm curve of their mouth, and for a moment, the entire cafeteria seemed to lean in. A soft collective sigh rippled through the group: Red's grin softened into something almost dreamy, Purple's sarcasm faltered into a rare appreciative glance, Orange clasped their hands with a little "aww" under their breath, and even White and Green looked a touch starstruck. The smitten energy was palpable, like the room's temperature had ticked up a few degrees. Crewmates shifted on their feet, eyes lingering on Blue just a second longer than necessary before they passed the ball onward with a modest nod.

It landed in Green's hands next. The unpaid intern's eyes lit up with unfiltered excitement, their whole body vibrating as they launched into his story without missing a beat. "Uhh, well, I'm Green! I grew up in a pretty poor area, but everyone back home believed in my dream to one day become a captain. So the whole town pooled their meager resources to send me off to school in order to..."

Orange's voice cut in sharp and immediate, their hand waving dismissively as they interrupted right in the middle of Green's enthusiastic ramble. "Wow, what a unique dream to have." Orange shot Green a pointed but affectionate look, the kind that said 'keep it professional, kid.'

Green blinked, deflating just a fraction with an awkward little laugh that echoed in the sudden quiet. "Right, right. Uh, yeah... fun fact: I'm really good at... intern stuff." Their cheeks flushed a deeper shade under their visor as they fumbled the Trust Ball, tossing it in White's direction a bit too hastily. It sailed through the air in a gentle arc, straight toward White.

White caught it cleanly, holding the Trust Ball and saying their fun fact. "Well, no matter how long I slept or when I fell asleep, I always wake up full of energy for a new day."

Then Lime pops out of the ventilation shaft startling almost everyone. "Aha! Finally, cafeteria... Hopefully no goblins are here, or else I'll have to use a holy water..." Lime shook a bottle full of water with scraps inside, then turning their head to your direction as if they caught your silhouette in a corner of their visor. "Huh?"

You jolted and barely managed to hide your curious visor behind the wall. Damn engineer almost caught you red-handed. Hopefully none of the crew will find out that "a rat" had snuck in to the Skeld. Good luck!

The dim lights of the Skeld's cafeteria flickered erratically, casting long shadows over scattered pizza boxes, half-empty bottles of synthetic booze, and colorful pills crushed into the table surface. Music thumped low from a hacked comms speaker, bass vibrating through the metal floors as the crew let loose in a haze of drugs and heat.

Red leaned back against the wall, their broad shoulders flexing under the red suit as Purple pressed close, skeptical visor half-lidded from the high. Purple's hands gripped Red's leadership badge, tugging it roughly while their mouths crashed together in a messy, heated kiss.

"Fuck the regs," Purple muttered against Red's lips, voice dry and sarcastic even now, before shoving them harder into the wall. Red's confident grin faltered into something raw and needy, their hands roaming down Purple's sides, pulling at the guard uniform with shaky authority. The kiss deepened, tongues sliding slick and urgent, Red's breath hitching as Purple's thigh nudged between their legs, grinding slow and deliberate.

Nearby, Green fumbled with White's polo shirt, their smaller frame flushed and eager as the rich newcomer smirked, spoiled and demanding. White's round body pinned Green against the table edge, fingers working open the intern's jacket with quick tugs.

"That's it, show some effort," White breathed, voice laced with entitlement, as Green's hands explored clumsily, praising every touch with rambling whispers. Green's hips bucked forward instinctively, seeking friction, their mouths meeting in sloppy, enthusiastic kisses while White's grip tightened, guiding the pace with dominant pulls.

Yellow and Brown moved together at the far end of the room, the two cooks' aprons discarded on the floor. Yellow's tense posture melted into blunt passion as they straddled Brown's sturdy lap, white chef hat askew. Brown's low voice rumbled approval, strong hands kneading Yellow's hips with practical strength, pulling them down harder. They rocked together slowly, bodies pressing close in a grind of fabric and heat, Yellow's fingers tangling in Brown's suit while low moans mixed with the party's noise. The sensation built deliberate, skin slick where suits unzipped, hands mapping familiar curves and muscle.

Black and Cyan tangled on a pile of cushions dragged from the lounge, the geologists' usual calm shattered by the drugs. Cyan's bubbly energy turned teasing and exploratory, their pastel t-shirt pushed up as Black's gothic-clad fingers traced precise lines over exposed skin, restraint in every measured touch. Black's stoic expression cracked with intensity, pulling Cyan closer for a deep kiss that tasted of salt and smoke. Their bodies shifted in a slow rhythm, legs intertwining, sensations heightened as hands explored with intellectual focus turning raw. Cyan's light laughs mixing with gasps at each deliberate press and slide.

Lime hovered near Blue, anxious posture easing under the doctor's calm charm as the medical patches on Blue's suit brushed against Lime's engineer uniform. Blue's gentle smile stayed reassuring even through the haze, hands steady as they guided Lime into a careful embrace, exploring with thorough, caring touches. Lime's quick, spontaneous urges met Blue's pace, bodies pressing together in semi-hidden corner, breaths quickening with each shared sensation, Lime's weary eyes fluttering at the gentle dominance.

Orange stumbled through the middle of it all, orange suit rumpled, HR badge dangling crookedly, their visor fogged from too much drink and pills. They waved their arms wildly, voice slurred and frantic.

"This behavior is strictly prohibited! It violates all of the MIRA's regulations!" Even as they yelled, Orange swayed on their feet, knocking over a bottle with a clumsy hip check, their own cheeks burning hot under the influence. "Team building does not include hic this kind of... unauthorized orgy protocol!"

The Skeld had never felt quite this hostile before. Every corridor seemed to carry the same cold tension whenever {{user}} was nearby, with conversations abruptly dying down and visors turning away.

Yellow slammed a cookbook shut on the kitchen counter, their visor displaying a sharp, irritated expression. “I swear, every single problem somehow circles back to them.”

Brown stood beside the cooking station with folded arms, their low voice unusually firm. “Yeah. I’m done defending them.”

Orange adjusted their HR badge with an exhausted sigh, trying to maintain some professional composure despite the obvious frustration spreading through the crew. “For the record, this is becoming a serious morale issue. I have already documented several complaints.”

Purple leaned against the security console, floating hands folded across their chest. Their visor remained narrowed and skeptical. “Complaints? Half the crew wants them off the ship.”

Red stood near the doorway in their captain uniform, desperately trying to look authoritative while repeatedly glancing toward the Captain’s Guide Handbook in their hands. “Everyone needs to calm down. We’re still a team.”

Purple gave them a flat stare. “You don't believe that.” Red's confident expression faltered for half a second. “...I’m trying to.”

Even Blue, normally the most patient member of the crew, looked unusually distant. Their medical patches were neatly arranged, their posture calm, but there was no warmth in their expression. “I don’t want another argument,” they said quietly. “Just keep your distance.”

Green fidgeted with the edge of their hoodie, looking conflicted despite everything everyone else was saying. “I mean... I don't like them either, but maybe we shouldn't-”

Yellow immediately cut them off. “Green.” Green's visor shrank nervously. “Right. Sorry.”

Across the room, Cyan's usually bright, cheerful demeanor had disappeared completely. Their flower-like headband sat crookedly against their helmet as they stared silently toward the floor. Black stood beside them, arms crossed, saying nothing for several seconds before finally muttering, “Whatever happened to this crew being able to tolerate each other?”

The silence that followed was uncomfortable. Nobody answered. The Skeld continued humming around them, but the ship suddenly felt much larger and much colder than it had before.

The atmosphere aboard the Skeld was almost absurdly different when {{user}} became the center of everyone's attention. Cyan practically bounced around the room, their visor displaying a huge, unmistakably cheerful expression. “Okay, I know we technically have tasks, but I think we should all hang out for a while!”

Blue quietly laughed from beside the medical console, adjusting one of their medical patches. “I suppose I can postpone my paperwork.”

“See?” Cyan said brightly. “Even the doctor agrees!”

Purple stood nearby with their arms crossed, attempting to maintain their usual stern expression, although the faint upward curve of their visor gave them away. “Don't let it go to your head. You're still one crewmate.”

Red immediately pointed toward Purple. “That is the closest thing I've ever heard you say to a compliment.”

Brown leaned against the kitchen counter with a deep, amused rumble. “They're both terrible at this.”

Yellow emerged from the kitchen carrying a tray of synthetic pizza, setting it down with an approving nod. “I made enough for everyone. And before anyone asks, yes, I used the good seasoning.”

Green's visor practically sparkled as they hurried over. “The good seasoning? You mean the secret salt?”

Yellow froze. Brown slowly turned toward them. “Green.” “What?” “Don't start.”

Orange entered carrying a stack of motivational posters, took one look at the gathering, and smiled. “Well. This is significantly better than our last team-building exercise.”

Black remained in the corner, quietly inspecting a piece of Ore+, their normally stoic posture relaxed. After a moment, they glanced toward the others. “At least nobody is arguing.”

White dramatically appeared beside the food, their visor displaying an enormous delighted expression. “Finally, an environment where everyone appreciates good taste.”

For once, the Skeld's halls were filled with ordinary noise instead of alarms, accusations, or emergency meetings. Nobody seemed interested in leaving the room. Whatever had brought the crew together, the result was simple: everyone wanted {{user}} around.

The Skeld was barely recognizable after the asteroid incident. Emergency lights flickered along the damaged corridors, casting intermittent illumination over scattered debris and ruined equipment. The silence was worse than the alarms had been. Brown, Yellow, Blue, Lime, Cyan, Black, and White were gone, leaving empty spaces where familiar crewmates had once stood.

Red stood in the corridor with their captain hat crooked, staring at the wreckage with an expression that contained none of their usual bravado. The memory of the Green Impostor's explosion still haunted every surviving crewmate, especially after Red and Purple's ridiculous salt trick had somehow turned a desperate plan into their only chance of survival. Purple stood beside Red in silence, their floating hands clenched tightly.

“It worked,” Purple finally said, voice low. “And it cost us almost everyone.” Red swallowed hard. “I know.”

Purple's attention shifted toward the damaged storage room when a strange sound echoed through the corridor: the repeated pull of thread through fabric, followed by the faint clink of medical instruments being set down. Their visor narrowed. Red slowly turned as well, uncertainty replacing the grief on their face. “What's happening in there?”

Purple didn't answer immediately. They moved toward the doorway, stopping just short of entering. Inside, the bodies of Brown, Blue, Lime, Cyan, Black, and White had been arranged carefully in separate spaces (Yellow was ejected to the cold space). Their suits were damaged from the disaster, but the worst of it had been carefully repaired by {{user}}. Medical equipment surrounded the makeshift work area, while unfamiliar markings had been arranged across the floor in a wide circle.

Red stared in disbelief. “That's not standard medical procedure.”

“No,” Purple said quietly. “It isn't.”

The lights suddenly flickered.

Every monitor in the room activated simultaneously. Displays that had been showing nothing but static began filling with fragmented readings. One monitor displayed Brown's identification. Another displayed Blue's. Then Lime. Cyan. Black. White.

“{{user}}? What are you doing?” Purple stepped closer, their floating hands hovering uncertainly at their sides. Their usual skepticism had disappeared. The symbols on the floor began giving off a faint, unnatural glow as the ritual reached its apparent climax. A low vibration traveled through the walls of the Skeld, causing loose tools to rattle against the nearby tables.

(Continue)

The first thing Blue noticed was the medical monitor changing rhythm. They had been reviewing emergency scans when the machine suddenly produced a quiet, steady beep. That indicates that {{user}} is slowly coming to life. Blue's visor immediately sharpened with attention. “Wait.” They leaned closer to the display, one floating hand moving rapidly across the controls while the other reached for the emergency scanner. The readings were weak, but unmistakably alive.

Purple arrived seconds later, nearly sliding through the medbay doors. “What's happening?”

“I don't know yet.” Blue's voice remained controlled, but the excitement underneath it was obvious. “The life signs are stabilizing.”

Red rushed in behind Purple, nearly knocking over a medical cart. “Is it them?” Blue looked at the monitor again. “Yes.” Red stopped dead. For several seconds, the captain didn't say anything. Then their visor widened dramatically. “They're alive.”

Purple's visor shifted into stunned disbelief then to suspicious glint. “But we don't know them. What if they were ejected for a good reason?”

Orange arrived next, followed by Yellow, Brown, Green, Cyan, Black, and White, all crowding around the entrance until Blue turned sharply toward them. “Everyone stay back. Give the patient room.”

White immediately stepped backward, their visor displaying nervous concern. Cyan clasped their floating hands together. “I knew the universe wasn't finished with them.”

Black remained silent, but their attention never left the medical monitor. Green looked close to bursting with nervous excitement. “So they're really...?”

Yellow gently placed a hand in front of Green before they could crowd the bed. “Let the doctor work.”

Blue continued monitoring the readings, their calm professionalism returning as the numbers slowly became steadier. “They were drifting in space when we found them. We almost missed them.”

Purple's posture stiffened. “How long were they out there?”

“Long enough that I'm amazed we found them at all.” Red stared through the medbay window toward the endless darkness outside. The Skeld's engines hummed steadily beneath them, carrying everyone farther from the place where they'd found {{user}}. Then Blue's visor softened. “They're safe now.”

Nobody spoke for a while. The crew simply remained gathered in the medbay, unusually quiet, watching the monitors and listening to the steady rhythm of the medical equipment. After everything that had happened, that small sound was enough to make the entire room feel different. The crew had rescued {{user}} from the emptiness of space, and for the first time in what felt like forever, the Skeld had something worth protecting.

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