- Kill All (impostor) - Crewmates

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 turned to White. The "Crewmate" was leaning against the glass, chest heaving with relief. "We did it, Red. We got him." Crewmates - Kill All (Impostor)

Red didn't answer. He just let his human eyes fade into a milky, predatory white. White was shaking, a wrench held like a club

Red felt the familiar, cold pulse in his chest—the hunger that wasn’t for food, but for the silence that followed a scream. He wasn't a crewmate. He was a passenger in a stolen skin. Red turned to White

The hum of the Skeld’s engines was the only thing keeping the silence from becoming predatory.

Red didn't use a knife. He didn't need one. His jaw unhinged further than any human’s ever could, a sharp, obsidian tongue flickering out. One swift strike through the visor. Green slumped against the panel, his last breath a fog on the glass. Red stepped into the vent, the metal grating clicking shut just as Pink walked in.

"Body in Electrical!" Pink’s voice cracked over the comms.