Among Us (FF/F, FFF/F, F/FFFF) - Update Part 36 + Epilogue (FINISHED)
Posted: Tue Sep 08, 2020 9:53 pm
Hello! I was planning on keeping up to two stories running (just to keep posting chapters every couple of days), but this game, Among Us, is really a success around here. If you haven't heard of it, don't worry, rules are in this first chapter. But, of course, with a little bit of a twist... just to fit this site.
Hope you enjoy it!
Part 1
“MMMPHHH!!”
“I found Wendy! Everybody, let's go to the conference room. Now!”
I sighed through my nose, the only part of my body not covered in tape. There I was. A 5’ 6’’ woman, trapped in a tape cocoon, from my bare feet up to my head. Everything had been wrapped in duct tape, securing a dirty sock inside my mouth. I could barely hear my boss’s voice as she shouted for my coworkers to meet her at the conference room. The tape around my ears made everything around me sound muffled.
But she left me like that and shut the door of the closet where she had found me. I attempted another protest but it was pointless. This wasn’t the first time I had been found like this in the office. The sales area was pretty much like a sorority, if it meant just initiations and pranks and stuff. At the beginning, I thought it was a little funny, some kind of harmless office fun. But eventually I ended up being at the receiving end of this called pranks. So for the umpteenth time, I found myself trapped: hands taped in front of me, my shoes removed, my whole body wrapped up in layers and layers of duct tape and someone’s dirty sock stuffed into my mouth. The tape also covered my eyes, not that I could see very much since I required glasses to see. But I guess if you wrap somebody with tape rolls, you must also blindfold her.
I just had to wait there for Alexandra, the Sales boss, to finish the meeting she had just called. We were only five people in the sales area, so it shouldn’t take that long. If this had been a normal office, it would have meant firing my two captors. But, this was pretty much what happened from day to day.
Alexandra was our tall boss. And when I say tall, I mean tall. About 5’11’’, with brown straight hair of medium length. She was thin, and because of her tallness, she seemed even thinner. She was kind of easy going. I mean, she was warm and everything, but pretty much allowed all the trouble going around in the office. She participated in very rare occasions.
There was also Rossana. She was taller than me, 5’7’’. She had long light brown hair, a little wavy. She was a little chubby, I would say probably since she had had her son. She participated in these “games” from time to time, sometimes as captives, sometimes as captor. I think she didn’t like me very much, but that was ok. I mean, she wasn’t the worst person in the area.
That title was between the two bullies. The first one is Carmelle. 5’ 5’’, chubby, with short wavy blond hair. The first time you meet her, she would totally deceive you under her friendly and joyish appearance. Once she decided to pull out a prank, you were in serious trouble. And I was usually, like I had mentioned, the victim of those games.
The second one was Lori. She was just a bit shorter than me. She just looked taller because she liked to wear high heels, and I prefered flat shoes. So 5’ 5 ¾ '', really thin, with a beautiful brown skin, and short straight brown hair. Also, a very sweet girl, really kind and quiet… until the pranks were up. Carmelle and she made a deadly combo.
And they had gotten me this time. Again. As I made up my mind about this hellish company and awful job, I heard the door being opened. Somebody started cutting my bonds, finally, starting from my legs. Slowly, my rescuer removed the whole tape: my legs, thighs, torso, and finally my head. I blinked as I looked for my glasses around. They were nowhere to be seen but I could recognize the blurry Rossana in front of me as she cut the tape around my hands.
“So what did you do now?” She asked gleefully. I just rolled my eyes and spat the sock inside my mouth.
“I did nothing. You guys just keep bullying me.” I mentioned, still trying to find my glasses.
“Just relax and be thankful I cut you loose.” She replied in a harsh tone. “You would still be here if it wasn’t for the Annual Sales Fair. That’s the only reason the boss gave Carmelle and Lori a reprimand. We need you to help with the prepairings.”
“Right, right…” I looked around one more time. No glasses.
Rossana then left. Great, now I would have to find my way back to my desk, walking with my hands in front of me like a blind woman. Also, my shoes were gone. Just perfect. I walked slowly through the corridor, passing by the conference room and into the sales area, when I recognized Lori’s and Carmelle’s giggling as they spotted me.
That was enough. I couldn’t stand it. I yelled at her. “This isn’t funny, girls! Give me back my shoes and my glasses! You are just big bullies!”
The giggles turned into laughing. If this wasn’t my workplace, I would have punched them in the face. Well, and if I could have seen them clearly. My face turned red from the anger and humiliation. “Alexandra has your things. She is in her office.” Carmelle said.
“If you can find it.” Lori said as well as the laughing restarted.
Just great. I touched desks, walls, columns on my way to Alexandra’s office. I knocked it and didn’t wait for an actual answer. I just opened the door and entered.
“Please, come…” Alexandra said. “Oh, it’s you, Wendy. Have a seat.”
“I want my things.” I said, angrily. “My shoes, my glasses… and my clearance.”
“They are here, next to my desk.” She answered before realizing what I had just demanded. “Wait, are you serious? Just because you were taped up in a closet? You have had worse in this office.”
“Precisely because of that. I have enough of this sh*t.” I said, almost shouting in frustration. “I quit.”
“Language, Wendy!” She responded sternly. “I don’t get it. These pranks are usual in this place. We all have been there.”
“Call Human Resources.” I demanded, after putting back my glasses and my shoes. “I want out. I am always the butt of your jokes and pranks. It isn’t funny anymore.”
Alexandra shook her head in disapprovement but called HR. Soon one of the guys, John, entered her office. More laughing could be heard from Carmelle and Lori.
I explained my current predicament to him. He listened carefully, taking notes. It took several minutes as I tried carefully not to explode right in the office, but I couldn’t help small tears to come out of my eyes.
“Ok, I think I understand. Maybe these pranks have gone too far. Let me finish, Wendy.” He said, noticing I tried to interrupt. “We at HR have heard of these games but nobody has reported anything officially. Nothing, during all this time. That settles a precedent, and you have allowed and also participated in these pranks as the one doing the tying, as I understand, so the legal situation is a little weird. We must allow you to leave the company, if that’s what you want. However, you are going to lose the Annual Sales Fair, which when the company does the biggest sales of the year. That means, no commissions.”
I sighed deeply. Right, that. The biggest incomes salespersons could ever get here. “I guess, I can wait until the Fair, which is this weekend, but…”
“Let me finish, please.” John said. “I think that to ask your coworkers to stop playing games should be rational. But I want to offer an alternative, since as a company, we don’t want any legal action and we also don’t want to lose any sales. Have you heard of the videogame Among Us?”
I exchanged some confused looks with my boss. “No. What’s that about?”
“Well, essentially each player takes the role of a crew member in a spaceship.” He explained. “These people have to perform tasks in order to win the game, like repairing the engine or fixing the electricity. However, there is one impostor: a person who doesn’t want the ship to be repaired. So this person goes around trying to sabotage and/or kill the other crew members. The impostor is totally random, anybody can be the impostor.”
He paused for a moment, trying to see if Alexandra or me understood his point. We kept quiet and he continued. “So, from time to time, one of the crew members would find a corpse and call for a meeting. And the people would discuss who could be the impostor. They vote and the person voted gets expelled, or killed. And this will continue until there are only the impostor and one crew member left. Or all the tasks have been completed. This is possible since the dead players can still complete their tasks.”
He paused again. “So...” I asked. “What exactly is HR suggesting?”
He turned to another page in his notebook. “I see you have lots of tasks to prepare for the Fair. The place is ours the night before the event and that means you all will have to work all night. So, why if you guys play this game with some variations, like the following:
Instead of killing, for obvious reasons, the impostor ties the other crew members.
Instead of getting expelled, the person voted gets tied as well.
The players tied up must also complete their tasks.
There is no sabotage.
If the impostor wins, she can keep tied up the whole crew until the end of the Fair.
If the crew wins, they can keep tied up the impostor until the end of the Fair.
What do you think?”
I blinked. That sounded weird. Really weird. Alexandra was the first to speak. “You have notes about that.”
“HR has to be ready for any inconvenience and the games Sales play have been a conversation topic on a daily basis. Yes, we are prepared.” John answered.
“What would happen to the sales on that day?” I asked. “The company wouldn’t risk to lose many sales.”
“Glad you ask.” He said, turning to another page. “If all five people agree, we will hire people to help the winner or winners of the game. Meaning, if the crew wins, they each would take 20% of the impostor’s commissions, and the impostor would get none. The extra 20% would serve to pay the people that will help. And if the impostor wins, she would get to keep 50% of the commission from the crew members. And the extra 50% would be the payment. The crew would get none. These hired people would do the paperwork and other tasks to allow the winners to focus on the customers. Sorry: winners or winner.”
“This will serve as both a way to end any animosity between the salespeople, plus a way for you all to acknowledge this kind of activity and the company would be guilt free.” John explained. “Yes, contracts will be signed to keep this formal. And there is company we know that help to make games like this, so everything will be safe. Fair stars at 12 PM, so the game must end at 7 AM, to give us enough time to hire enough people, depending on the winner.”
I thought about that. That sounded crazy. If it was totally random, I had really good chances to not be the impostor. Probably I would get tied up, since Lori and Carmelle, and also Rossana, would vote for me. But that would mean getting 20% of that commission, and my very own. And if I were to be the impostor, then I had the big opportunity to get revenge on the entire office, and get a very juicy commission before leaving this company for good.
Alexandra looked thoughtful. But I could tell she really liked the idea. There was going to be no responsibility on her. No legal or other kind.
“So, Wendy.” John asked. “What do you say? Do you agree to postpone your leaving day until the Fair and participate in this game?”
Hope you enjoy it!
Part 1
“MMMPHHH!!”
“I found Wendy! Everybody, let's go to the conference room. Now!”
I sighed through my nose, the only part of my body not covered in tape. There I was. A 5’ 6’’ woman, trapped in a tape cocoon, from my bare feet up to my head. Everything had been wrapped in duct tape, securing a dirty sock inside my mouth. I could barely hear my boss’s voice as she shouted for my coworkers to meet her at the conference room. The tape around my ears made everything around me sound muffled.
But she left me like that and shut the door of the closet where she had found me. I attempted another protest but it was pointless. This wasn’t the first time I had been found like this in the office. The sales area was pretty much like a sorority, if it meant just initiations and pranks and stuff. At the beginning, I thought it was a little funny, some kind of harmless office fun. But eventually I ended up being at the receiving end of this called pranks. So for the umpteenth time, I found myself trapped: hands taped in front of me, my shoes removed, my whole body wrapped up in layers and layers of duct tape and someone’s dirty sock stuffed into my mouth. The tape also covered my eyes, not that I could see very much since I required glasses to see. But I guess if you wrap somebody with tape rolls, you must also blindfold her.
I just had to wait there for Alexandra, the Sales boss, to finish the meeting she had just called. We were only five people in the sales area, so it shouldn’t take that long. If this had been a normal office, it would have meant firing my two captors. But, this was pretty much what happened from day to day.
Alexandra was our tall boss. And when I say tall, I mean tall. About 5’11’’, with brown straight hair of medium length. She was thin, and because of her tallness, she seemed even thinner. She was kind of easy going. I mean, she was warm and everything, but pretty much allowed all the trouble going around in the office. She participated in very rare occasions.
There was also Rossana. She was taller than me, 5’7’’. She had long light brown hair, a little wavy. She was a little chubby, I would say probably since she had had her son. She participated in these “games” from time to time, sometimes as captives, sometimes as captor. I think she didn’t like me very much, but that was ok. I mean, she wasn’t the worst person in the area.
That title was between the two bullies. The first one is Carmelle. 5’ 5’’, chubby, with short wavy blond hair. The first time you meet her, she would totally deceive you under her friendly and joyish appearance. Once she decided to pull out a prank, you were in serious trouble. And I was usually, like I had mentioned, the victim of those games.
The second one was Lori. She was just a bit shorter than me. She just looked taller because she liked to wear high heels, and I prefered flat shoes. So 5’ 5 ¾ '', really thin, with a beautiful brown skin, and short straight brown hair. Also, a very sweet girl, really kind and quiet… until the pranks were up. Carmelle and she made a deadly combo.
And they had gotten me this time. Again. As I made up my mind about this hellish company and awful job, I heard the door being opened. Somebody started cutting my bonds, finally, starting from my legs. Slowly, my rescuer removed the whole tape: my legs, thighs, torso, and finally my head. I blinked as I looked for my glasses around. They were nowhere to be seen but I could recognize the blurry Rossana in front of me as she cut the tape around my hands.
“So what did you do now?” She asked gleefully. I just rolled my eyes and spat the sock inside my mouth.
“I did nothing. You guys just keep bullying me.” I mentioned, still trying to find my glasses.
“Just relax and be thankful I cut you loose.” She replied in a harsh tone. “You would still be here if it wasn’t for the Annual Sales Fair. That’s the only reason the boss gave Carmelle and Lori a reprimand. We need you to help with the prepairings.”
“Right, right…” I looked around one more time. No glasses.
Rossana then left. Great, now I would have to find my way back to my desk, walking with my hands in front of me like a blind woman. Also, my shoes were gone. Just perfect. I walked slowly through the corridor, passing by the conference room and into the sales area, when I recognized Lori’s and Carmelle’s giggling as they spotted me.
That was enough. I couldn’t stand it. I yelled at her. “This isn’t funny, girls! Give me back my shoes and my glasses! You are just big bullies!”
The giggles turned into laughing. If this wasn’t my workplace, I would have punched them in the face. Well, and if I could have seen them clearly. My face turned red from the anger and humiliation. “Alexandra has your things. She is in her office.” Carmelle said.
“If you can find it.” Lori said as well as the laughing restarted.
Just great. I touched desks, walls, columns on my way to Alexandra’s office. I knocked it and didn’t wait for an actual answer. I just opened the door and entered.
“Please, come…” Alexandra said. “Oh, it’s you, Wendy. Have a seat.”
“I want my things.” I said, angrily. “My shoes, my glasses… and my clearance.”
“They are here, next to my desk.” She answered before realizing what I had just demanded. “Wait, are you serious? Just because you were taped up in a closet? You have had worse in this office.”
“Precisely because of that. I have enough of this sh*t.” I said, almost shouting in frustration. “I quit.”
“Language, Wendy!” She responded sternly. “I don’t get it. These pranks are usual in this place. We all have been there.”
“Call Human Resources.” I demanded, after putting back my glasses and my shoes. “I want out. I am always the butt of your jokes and pranks. It isn’t funny anymore.”
Alexandra shook her head in disapprovement but called HR. Soon one of the guys, John, entered her office. More laughing could be heard from Carmelle and Lori.
I explained my current predicament to him. He listened carefully, taking notes. It took several minutes as I tried carefully not to explode right in the office, but I couldn’t help small tears to come out of my eyes.
“Ok, I think I understand. Maybe these pranks have gone too far. Let me finish, Wendy.” He said, noticing I tried to interrupt. “We at HR have heard of these games but nobody has reported anything officially. Nothing, during all this time. That settles a precedent, and you have allowed and also participated in these pranks as the one doing the tying, as I understand, so the legal situation is a little weird. We must allow you to leave the company, if that’s what you want. However, you are going to lose the Annual Sales Fair, which when the company does the biggest sales of the year. That means, no commissions.”
I sighed deeply. Right, that. The biggest incomes salespersons could ever get here. “I guess, I can wait until the Fair, which is this weekend, but…”
“Let me finish, please.” John said. “I think that to ask your coworkers to stop playing games should be rational. But I want to offer an alternative, since as a company, we don’t want any legal action and we also don’t want to lose any sales. Have you heard of the videogame Among Us?”
I exchanged some confused looks with my boss. “No. What’s that about?”
“Well, essentially each player takes the role of a crew member in a spaceship.” He explained. “These people have to perform tasks in order to win the game, like repairing the engine or fixing the electricity. However, there is one impostor: a person who doesn’t want the ship to be repaired. So this person goes around trying to sabotage and/or kill the other crew members. The impostor is totally random, anybody can be the impostor.”
He paused for a moment, trying to see if Alexandra or me understood his point. We kept quiet and he continued. “So, from time to time, one of the crew members would find a corpse and call for a meeting. And the people would discuss who could be the impostor. They vote and the person voted gets expelled, or killed. And this will continue until there are only the impostor and one crew member left. Or all the tasks have been completed. This is possible since the dead players can still complete their tasks.”
He paused again. “So...” I asked. “What exactly is HR suggesting?”
He turned to another page in his notebook. “I see you have lots of tasks to prepare for the Fair. The place is ours the night before the event and that means you all will have to work all night. So, why if you guys play this game with some variations, like the following:
Instead of killing, for obvious reasons, the impostor ties the other crew members.
Instead of getting expelled, the person voted gets tied as well.
The players tied up must also complete their tasks.
There is no sabotage.
If the impostor wins, she can keep tied up the whole crew until the end of the Fair.
If the crew wins, they can keep tied up the impostor until the end of the Fair.
What do you think?”
I blinked. That sounded weird. Really weird. Alexandra was the first to speak. “You have notes about that.”
“HR has to be ready for any inconvenience and the games Sales play have been a conversation topic on a daily basis. Yes, we are prepared.” John answered.
“What would happen to the sales on that day?” I asked. “The company wouldn’t risk to lose many sales.”
“Glad you ask.” He said, turning to another page. “If all five people agree, we will hire people to help the winner or winners of the game. Meaning, if the crew wins, they each would take 20% of the impostor’s commissions, and the impostor would get none. The extra 20% would serve to pay the people that will help. And if the impostor wins, she would get to keep 50% of the commission from the crew members. And the extra 50% would be the payment. The crew would get none. These hired people would do the paperwork and other tasks to allow the winners to focus on the customers. Sorry: winners or winner.”
“This will serve as both a way to end any animosity between the salespeople, plus a way for you all to acknowledge this kind of activity and the company would be guilt free.” John explained. “Yes, contracts will be signed to keep this formal. And there is company we know that help to make games like this, so everything will be safe. Fair stars at 12 PM, so the game must end at 7 AM, to give us enough time to hire enough people, depending on the winner.”
I thought about that. That sounded crazy. If it was totally random, I had really good chances to not be the impostor. Probably I would get tied up, since Lori and Carmelle, and also Rossana, would vote for me. But that would mean getting 20% of that commission, and my very own. And if I were to be the impostor, then I had the big opportunity to get revenge on the entire office, and get a very juicy commission before leaving this company for good.
Alexandra looked thoughtful. But I could tell she really liked the idea. There was going to be no responsibility on her. No legal or other kind.
“So, Wendy.” John asked. “What do you say? Do you agree to postpone your leaving day until the Fair and participate in this game?”