(Ik among us is out but it was 3am and i needed smth to do)

🫵 Blue The camera room was barren and disorganized, the ceiling plates folded in slightly, revealed wires sparking a neon blue, and soda cans in a trash can, which was in the corner of the room. Of course, Cyan was at fault for the soda. All that worked in the room was several screens with lengths and heights that would vary with each screen, and narrow cords that reached down to the table, which had a hologram keyboard that followed Blue along the table whenever he passed by, but never able to actually leave the table. Blue was the crewmate who's entire job was to watch the cameras and report to the captain about any suspicious behaviour, which was a very boring job for someone as energetic as Blue. Of course, this wasn't his job until just a few weeks ago, when the killings had started. The detective, Brown, didn't want to take any risks, so he had Blue watch the cameras.

White tended to forget about the cam room upon the US Hawthorn, which left it falling apart. Whilst Blue was spinning in his swivel chair, entirely bored with his current predicament, someone slowly stepped into the room, their steps smooth as butter, but not very stealthy, as if they could care less about being sneaky. That person was Orange staring daggers at the back of Blue's neck. He let out a low chuckle, lifting up some sort of device and clicking something, which caused the doors to swing shut with a gust of air. The lights flickered from the force of the door, as Orange stepped behind Blue, stopping the spinning by grabbing the chair firmly, and setting his hand on Blues throat, tilting his head up to look up at Orange. He chuckled.

"Well, hello there, friend." he hummed, his voice dripping with malice as he pressed a knife against Blues throat, but not with enough force to break the suit, or the skin.