Among Us Rip Off Novels & Stories

The gym reeked of sweat, glue, and aerosol paint. Heat pooled beneath the rafters and refused to leave; the wheezing fans only pushed it around like a bad smell. Streamers hung in arterial swags—deep reds, bruised browns, oily blacks—dripping from beams as if they’d grown there, pulsing on their own. Jasmine crouched over a row of fake headstones, a slash of grey on her cheek where she’d absently wiped at sweat with paint still wet on her fingers. The names were jokes, inside references and petty digs—HERE LIES MATHS, R.I.P. CURFEW, TRAVIS’S BRAIN (ABSENT)—but every time she wrote R.I.P. her stomach pinched. She kept seeing the letters scrawled in the sand, perfect and wrong, with no footpri

They exploded outside, sending Ben scrambling back into the house, crying in fright. Aunt Mary immediately claimed he had been injured and refused to let us leave. I yanked open the car door and said, “Fine. Let’s go to the hospital. We’ll cover all the medical expenses.” Her arrogance faltered for a moment. Just then, her phone rang. She answered, and when she hung up, she burst into laughter. “Oh, Allison! You’ve really overplayed your little act this time! Do you call yourself a company partner? Leslie just told me everything—you're nothing but an unemployed fraud!

They had seen my supposed 'matchmaking flyer' at a local park. The flyer had not only had my phone number, but had also included detailed personal information about me. Worst of all, it had explicit slogans plastered on it: 'Lonely and desperate, yearning for relief.' 'Everything's ready in bed. I'm just waiting for you.' 'Urgently seeking a lover—the first to succeed, I'm yours to do with as you please!' After seeing the flyer, the two men had called the number listed. The person on the other end had gleefully agreed after hearing their 'qualifications.'

The breach in the safe room was patched up for now, but everyone knew it wouldn't last for long. I reached out to steady Audrey. "Mom, I'm going with you!" I glanced at the blood on the floor. My voice was firm. "Everyone's counting on us. If we push through, we still have a shot!" Audrey looked at me for a long moment, then finally nodded. I helped her along as we moved forward. A zombie had torn off her left arm, and blood was pouring out of her.