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.

Green was the first to wander off alone. He was a perfectionist, hunched over a tangled mess of wires in the back of Electrical. Red slipped through the door, the pneumatic hiss masked by a sudden, intentional burst of static from the ship’s comms. Crewmates - Kill All (Impostor)

"Body in Electrical!" Pink’s voice cracked over the comms. The last thing the Skeld’s black box recorded

White was shaking, a wrench held like a club. "It’s him," he pointed at Blue. "He was behind me the whole time." "I was trying to stay safe!" Blue screamed. Red slipped through the door, the pneumatic hiss

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.