Crewmates - Kill All (impostor) File

"White," Red said, his voice now sounding like a dozen voices layered at once. "You forgot to check the task list."

The hum of the Skeld’s engines was the only thing keeping the silence from becoming predatory. Crewmates - Kill All (Impostor)

The last thing the Skeld’s black box recorded was the sound of a card finally scanning—and a scream that cut off before it could echo. "White," Red said, his voice now sounding like

Red turned to White. The "Crewmate" was leaning against the glass, chest heaving with relief. "We did it, Red. We got him." Red turned to White

As they dispersed, Red sabotaged the lights. The Skeld plunged into a suffocating, oily blackness. In the chaos of Navigation, Yellow panicked. He ran straight into Red’s arms, thinking it was a friend. Red whispered a comfort he didn't feel before snapping Yellow’s neck with a clinical flick of his wrist. Two down.