It was Red. It had to have been Red. 

There were five of us left, so we had to be careful. Me, Red, Green, Blue, and Light Blue. One among us had already managed to kill three of our crew, and in our efforts to quell the threat, two others had been ejected into the cold abyss of space.

“I was on cams,” I said. “Red and White went into Reactor, so I followed to see if anything had happened. When I got there, Red was staring over White’s dead body.”

“Is this true, Red?” said Green.

“Absolutely not,” said Red. “I was doing a task when the body was reported. I didn’t even see it.”

The emergency meeting table got louder as everyone else interjected and interrogated each other, voices rising.

“I was in medbay,” said Green.

“Weapons,” said Blue.

“And Light Blue?” I asked.

“Cyan,” he corrected me. “I was with Blue before going to Navigations.”

“It could be any of us,” said Green. “Red, what were you doing as your task?”

“I don’t remember,” said Red. “Start reactor, maybe? It was the one where you have to go up to ten.”

“And it took you how long?” I said.

Cyan and Blue had grown mysteriously quiet.

“A while,” said Red. “I kept messing up.”

“I’m voting Red,” said Green.

“As am I,” I said with absolute certainty.

“So, Red then?” said Cyan.

“It seems,” said Blue.

“Wait, guys, I-”

The emergency meeting timer went out, and four of us had voted.

All four for Red.

The meeting ended, and the door to the ship slowly creaked open. The vacuum of space began ripping the air out of the ship, the four of us somehow kept still as Red flew out of the ship, doors closing behind him. He was gone.

A light flashed on in my helmet, the third time that this light had appeared.

“Red was not the Imposter,” it said.

“Oh for fu-” said Green, his mic cutting off.

The Imposter was still alive, and there were only four of us left. We just had to do our tasks and the ship would be fixed. That’s all we had come here to do. We just had to finish, and the Imposter would lose. Hopefully everyone else understood this.

I began my descent from the cafeteria into storage, wherein I filled a container of fuel that’d go in Upper Engine. The trip was rather uneventful, and I managed to fill the tanker with fuel before then going down to storage, refilling, and going across to Lower Engine, wherein I did the same thing. I passed by Blue on the way, who was going leftward towards Lower Engine, but I thought nothing of it.

A body was reported. Cyan’s. Green must’ve found it.

“Where?” said both Blue and I in unison.

“Electrical,” said Green.

“Electrical?” said Blue. “I just saw Yellow pass near Electrical.”

“Yeah, and I saw you,” I said. “Don’t jump to conclusions.”

“Green, where were you?” said Blue.

“I was in Security and then went down to Electrical to finish my tasks,” said Green. “The body was near a vent, so it could be any of us.”

Previously, they’d found bodies near vents. The vents were small and no one could fit in them, but it seemed that somehow the Imposter could, whoever they were. The vent in Navigation was where they’d found the first body — Purple’s — and realized that something was terribly wrong.

“It has to be Blue,” I said. “He’s been awfully accusatory and was completely silent last round while we voted out Red.”

“Speaking of Red,” said Blue, “You were absolutely adamant that he was the Imposter. Are you sure it isn’t you?”

The two immediately voted for each other.

“Wait, so what’s happening?” Said Green. “Should I skip?”

“No, vote for him,” we said in unison.

“If we don’t vote someone out, the Imposter wins,” I said.

“But if we vote the wrong person out, the Imposter will also win,” said Green.

“Just vote Blue.”

“Why?”

“Just do it! He’s too suspicious not to.”

“Okay…” said Green.

The numbers were revealed. Two votes for Blue, one for Yellow.

The meeting concluded and the massive doors of the spaceship opened once more. Blue was ejected into the vacuum of space.

Blue was not the Imposter.

I took a nervous gulp and looked at Green, who looked back at me. There was something hollow yet full about his space suit, now that I gazed over it. It was as though there were something stirring below, ready to finally escape.

“Green?”

Green’s suit expanded, the glass visor of his helmet quickly popping off to reveal a pale, constantly-moving mass. The rest of the suit was ripped apart, and the creature standing in front of me was revealed.

I backed up as I looked upon Green’s new form, a horrid, terrifying beast standing where I had once stood. It croaked a terrible croak, an almost-laugh which permeated my head.

I tried to run but was grabbed by two of the creature’s tendrils and was forced backwards, trying with all my might to escape. But I knew, however, that there was no escape. 

I heard the creature open its enormous mouth, jaw snapping out of place as I got picked up and turned around. I was confronted by its rows of teeth and a needle-like tongue which looked to be as sharp as a razor.

As I got thrown into its mouth, one last message appeared in my helmet before it popped from the pressure. One last signal to confirm what I’d already known had happened.

It was Red. It had to have been Red. 

There were five of us left, so we had to be careful. Me, Red, Green, Blue, and Light Blue. One among us had already managed to kill three of our crew, and in our efforts to quell the threat, two others had been ejected into the cold abyss of space.

“I was on cams,” I said. “Red and White went into Reactor, so I followed to see if anything had happened. When I got there, Red was staring over White’s dead body.”

“Is this true, Red?” said Green.

“Absolutely not,” said Red. “I was doing a task when the body was reported. I didn’t even see it.”

The emergency meeting table got louder as everyone else interjected and interrogated each other, voices rising.

“I was in medbay,” said Green.

“Weapons,” said Blue.

“And Light Blue?” I asked.

“Cyan,” he corrected me. “I was with Blue before going to Navigations.”

“It could be any of us,” said Green. “Red, what were you doing as your task?”

“I don’t remember,” said Red. “Start reactor, maybe? It was the one where you have to go up to ten.”

“And it took you how long?” I said.

Cyan and Blue had grown mysteriously quiet.

“A while,” said Red. “I kept messing up.”

“I’m voting Red,” said Green.

“As am I,” I said with absolute certainty.

“So, Red then?” said Cyan.

“It seems,” said Blue.

“Wait, guys, I-”

The emergency meeting timer went out, and four of us had voted.

All four for Red.

The meeting ended, and the door to the ship slowly creaked open. The vacuum of space began ripping the air out of the ship, the four of us somehow kept still as Red flew out of the ship, doors closing behind him. He was gone.

A light flashed on in my helmet, the third time that this light had appeared.

“Red was not the Imposter,” it said.

“Oh for fu-” said Green, his mic cutting off.

The Imposter was still alive, and there were only four of us left. We just had to do our tasks and the ship would be fixed. That’s all we had come here to do. We just had to finish, and the Imposter would lose. Hopefully everyone else understood this.

I began my descent from the cafeteria into storage, wherein I filled a container of fuel that’d go in Upper Engine. The trip was rather uneventful, and I managed to fill the tanker with fuel before then going down to storage, refilling, and going across to Lower Engine, wherein I did the same thing. I passed by Blue on the way, who was going leftward towards Lower Engine, but I thought nothing of it.

A body was reported. Cyan’s. Green must’ve found it.

“Where?” said both Blue and I in unison.

“Electrical,” said Green.

“Electrical?” said Blue. “I just saw Yellow pass near Electrical.”

“Yeah, and I saw you,” I said. “Don’t jump to conclusions.”

“Green, where were you?” said Blue.

“I was in Security and then went down to Electrical to finish my tasks,” said Green. “The body was near a vent, so it could be any of us.”

Previously, they’d found bodies near vents. The vents were small and no one could fit in them, but it seemed that somehow the Imposter could, whoever they were. The vent in Navigation was where they’d found the first body — Purple’s — and realized that something was terribly wrong.

“It has to be Blue,” I said. “He’s been awfully accusatory and was completely silent last round while we voted out Red.”

“Speaking of Red,” said Blue, “You were absolutely adamant that he was the Imposter. Are you sure it isn’t you?”

The two immediately voted for each other.

“Wait, so what’s happening?” Said Green. “Should I skip?”

“No, vote for him,” we said in unison.

“If we don’t vote someone out, the Imposter wins,” I said.

“But if we vote the wrong person out, the Imposter will also win,” said Green.

“Just vote Blue.”

“Why?”

“Just do it! He’s too suspicious not to.”

“Okay…” said Green.

The numbers were revealed. Two votes for Blue, one for Yellow.

The meeting concluded and the massive doors of the spaceship opened once more. Blue was ejected into the vacuum of space.

Blue was not the Imposter.

I took a nervous gulp and looked at Green, who looked back at me. There was something hollow yet full about his space suit, now that I gazed over it. It was as though there were something stirring below, ready to finally escape.

“Green?”

Green’s suit expanded, the glass visor of his helmet quickly popping off to reveal a pale, constantly-moving mass. The rest of the suit was ripped apart, and the creature standing in front of me was revealed.

I backed up as I looked upon Green’s new form, a horrid, terrifying beast standing where I had once stood. It croaked a terrible croak, an almost-laugh which permeated my head.

I tried to run but was grabbed by two of the creature’s tendrils and was forced backwards, trying with all my might to escape. But I knew, however, that there was no escape. 

I heard the creature open its enormous mouth, jaw snapping out of place as I got picked up and turned around. I was confronted by its rows of teeth and a needle-like tongue which looked to be as sharp as a razor.

As I got thrown into its mouth, one last message appeared in my helmet before it popped from the pressure. One last signal to confirm what I’d already known had happened.

Defeat.

Written by Dylan Carter