Among Us in VRChat

Diavolo was busy editing videos, bored out of his mind. Out of nowhere, Formaggio texted him on Discord.

“Get the fuck on VRChat,” the message said.

And so he did. When he got on, Formaggio invited him to his world to a fancy house he’ll never have in real life, a large Tuscan home with a pool, and Diavolo spawned in the living room. Formaggio was there with Melone and some guy he didn’t know. Formaggio’s avatar was David from Cyberpunk Edgerunners, and Melone’s avatar looked like an e-girl. As for the stranger, their avatar was Delphox from Pokemon.

“Hey, Diavolo! You see that guy?” Formaggio spoke to the stranger. “That’s one of my friends. Risotto’s not on, but his friend, Akira, is. I don’t know much about that guy. I know he and Risotto used to be in a band together once, and that’s it. Nothing else. I don’t know if they went to the same school or not. I doubt that because his name sounds Japanese. Anyways, Diavolo, hey! This guy next to me is Narancia.”

“Hey, I met these guys at Femboy Hooters.” He waved at him. “I don’t remember how, but yeah. After that, we played a cooking game.”

“Do I want to know?” Diavolo asked.

“Wait, hold up!” Narancia said before Formaggio could explain. “Your avatar looks like SweetDoppio’s VTuber model.”

“That’s because I am SweetDoppio.”

He gasped. “No way!”

“Yep, that’s him,” Formaggio said. “Anyways, let’s get some people to join us in a group of Among Us. I’m trying to get Risotto and Illuso on. Hey, Narancia, you got any friends?”

“Giorno, Mista, and Fugo. I’m not sure about Bruno and Abbacchio, though.”

“Alright, I’m going to drop a portal to—fuck, Melone, anyone, give me a destination.”

“We could go to Femboy Hooters,” suggested Melone.

“Formaggio, you never told me how you met Narancia there.”

“Oh, right. Give me a second. I have to find that avatar. Melone, do the thing.”

Formaggio changed his avatar to Eggman in a wheelchair, and Melone changed to Eggman but with big boobs and wearing a bikini.

“Ah, my beautiful wife!” Formaggio looked at Melone, who was messing with his massive tits, jiggling everywhere.

“Sorry, I can’t stop playing with them.”

“Oh, that’s who you guys were!” Narancia said.

“You know what? I’m going to drop a portal to Femboy Hooters. Diavolo is missing out on some fun.” Formaggio dropped the portal to where only friends of friends can join. “Come on, guys! Get in the van!”

Diavolo entered the portal, and the place looked like a regular Hooters.

“I don’t see what’s so special about this place,” he commented.

“Well, Melone likes to roleplay a lot here,” Formaggio replied. “It’s special to him.”

“Come on, try roleplaying as a waiter. Please?” Melone asked. “I’m going to roleplay as Eggman’s wife.”

“Do I have to change my avatar?” Diavolo asked.

“Nope,” Melone answered. “Anyways, I’ll have chicken strips with”—he paused dramatically—“the ranch. Teehee!”

“I’m scared,” Narancia commented.

“I’ll have the big mac with no pickles,” Formaggio ordered. “And um…and since this guy is a minor, just give him four chicken nuggets and some apple juice.”

“Yuck! I hate apple juice. I want orange!”

“Sir, this is a Femboy Hooters,” Diavolo reminded him.

“Do I fucking look like I’ve ever stepped into a Hooters?”

“No, you’re in a wheelchair, obviously,” Narancia said.

Melone burst into laughter, and two guys, one with an emo wolf furry as an avatar and the other was a skeleton, showed up.

“Do I want to know what’s going on here?” the furry asked. “Wait, is that SweetDoppio?”

“Hey, Fugo! Yeah, it’s him. Mista, why are you a skeleton?”

“I was playing Russian roulette, and every time I had the gun the fourth time, I died.”

“Where’s Trish and Giorno? They’re on, aren’t they?” Narancia asked.

“Hey, Diavolo, why are you standing there? Get us our order!” demanded Melone.

“Ugh!” He went behind the bar, fetched the food, and returned to them. Two other strangers stood near the group. One person had a Miku Hatsune avatar, and the other one’s avatar was Sonic. Narancia switched his avatar to Knuckles, and Fugo switched to Tails.

“Damn you, Knuckles! Look at what you did to my body!” said Formaggio, roleplaying. “I have to navigate the world through a chair!”

“Hey, Eggman, I have Sonic, and we’ll kick your ass! And Miku will make a song out of it!”

“Guys, our waiter is here!” Melone alerted them. “I see you got my chicken strips, but where’s the ranch? Wink wink.”

Diavolo slowly backed away. “No.”

“Pull down your pants and give me my ranch!”

“No, get your husband to make your ranch for you!”

“Here’s the thing. I’m paralyzed from the waist down. Thanks to a certain echidna.” Formaggio turned to face Narancia, who giggled. “I can’t get it up anymore. Sorry, but you got to pull down your pants.”

“And I’m out!” Diavolo ran to the bathroom and sat on the toilet.

“Oh, no! Come here, boy!” Melone chased after him. “I know you’re behind that stall!”

“Go away!” He faked sobbing.

“Wait, are you actually getting uncomfortable? I can stop.”

“Oh, no. I’m just getting into character.”

“Wow, you’re really into this. I’m surprised you’re not streaming this.”

“It’s VRChat. Someone could randomly get on here and start playing music. I’ll get in trouble for that.”

“Oh, right. Hey, Risotto and Pesci are here. Oh my god, you’ve got to see their avatars. It’s so whacky.”

The two got out of the bathroom.

“Okay, what’s with the goose, Risotto?” Diavolo asked.

“I was using this to guide Pesci last night.”

Melone giggled. “And, Pesci, are you Ankha because of a certain video?”

“Video? Are you talking about the trailer? I don’t think Ankha was in the video.”

“Oh, you poor fool, you have no idea what I’m talking about, do you?”

Formaggio approached the four. “Hey, Riz, why isn’t Akira with you?”

“You don’t know?”

“Know what?”

“He blocked you on Twitter.”

“Twitter? What the fuck for?”

Narancia then came over. “I hear yelling here. Did something happen?”

“Formaggio here got blocked by Akira, and he’s not happy. But how did you not remember? Melone, were you there?”

He shook his head.

“Well, Formaggio wanted to join the band, but Akira hasn’t met him. I would let him in my band, but I believe I should have everyone’s approval. Akira blocked him because Formaggio kept DMing and emailing him too much. By the way, he says you sound unprofessional.”

“Excuse me? I’m fucking unprofessional? Why do I need to be professional? Do you sell stocks or something? Hold on. I’m going to give this bitch a piece of my mind. Clearly, he had forgotten to take me off his friends list.”

The others soon joined.

“What’s going on?” Fugo asked.

Formaggio disappeared.

“Is the Among Us thing going to happen?” asked Narancia.

“Not sure, but I think this is funny because Akira is a criminal,” Melone replied.

Narancia looked at Risotto.

“I believe in second chances,” he said.

Formaggio returned. “Alright.” He sounded sad, judging from the sniffing sound at the end. His voice was shaky too. “I’ll drop the portal down.”

They all went in.

“Alright,” Formagio started, “I set it to where there can be two impostors, and everyone can hear us. We can use the emergency meeting thrice, but it has a cooldown of 25 seconds. Does this sound good to everyone?”

Everybody was quiet.

“I’ll assume that’s a yes. Alright, we’re starting!”

Everybody got teleported to the game.

“I’m going to keep an eye on Pesci and Diavolo,” Risotto said. “Last time, it was just the nine of us, and Pesci was the impostor. Then Diavolo hacked the game and killed him.”

Everybody but Pesci looked at Diavolo.

“Is this true?” Narancia asked.

“It’s not,” Pesci answered. “Risotto’s just mad.”

“No, I was there. Diavolo definitely cheated,” Formaggio said. “Melone, you had a recording, right?”

“I did, but I had to stop it once I died. Ghiaccio needed to calm down, so we had sex.”

“That’s too much,” Fugo complained. “Anyways, I’m going to complete my task.”

“Same,” said Giorno.

“Just so you guys know, I didn’t do it!” Diavolo lied. “I would never do that. That could ruin my reputation!” He wasn’t the impostor this time. A shame, though. He was good at it.

“Hey, Narancia, we should stick together,” Mista said.

“Right, I need to go to medbay, and then I have to get the fuel. Hey, Trish, who are you going to group up with?”

“I’ll be with Fugo and Giorno.”

“I knew you were going to say that,” commented Mista.

The three went on their separate ways, leaving Melone, Risotto, and Formaggio with Diavolo and Pesci.

“The three of us can’t keep an eye on them forever. One of us has to go,” Risotto said.

Melone got on Risotto. “Since I call dibs on riding Risotto, Formaggio, go check Mista and Narancia. The two of us can handle them.”

He sighed. “I’m being cucked again.” He turned around and went to MedBay. “Did you guys hear that? I’m watching over you.”

“Pesci, let’s split. I’m not an impostor. I’m not that lucky,” Diavolo said.

“Right. Well, I have a card to swipe.”

“Melone, are you going to follow him?” asked Risotto.

“Nah, if he’s an impostor. He won’t get far. He needs Prosciutto with him.”

“So neither of you aren’t going to do your tasks?” Diavolo questioned. “Suit yourself. Help the impostors.”

He walked to medbay to scan himself with Melone and Risotto following him. Then he went to the reactor.

“I have an idea,” Melone said. He got off Risotto. “I’m going to check the security camera the entire time.”

“What about your tasks?” Diavolo asked.

“You’re obsessed with tasks. Maybe you’re the impostor, but you haven’t killed anyone yet. I’m watching you.” Melone walked to the security room to check the footage.

“I’ll handle Diavolo.” Risotto stared at him.

He had never felt threatened by a goose before and imagined an actual goose standing behind him and breathing down his neck, causing him to chuckle.

“What you laughing at?” Risotto asked.

He laughed even harder, thinking of a goose with Risotto’s voice, his goofy hat, and his mannerisms.

Concerned, Melone approached the two. “What’s going on here?”

“Melone, what’re you doing? Look at the security footage! Someone could be dying right now!”

He returned to the security room. “Strange, I see Formaggio running around with Narancia, but he’s not with Mista. Now I see Trish by herself. I’m going to check on Pesci.”

“Wait, don’t leave me alone with Risotto!” Diavolo said. “He might be an impostor and kill me!”

“Are you faking your tasks, Diavolo?” Risotto asked.

“No! Pesci had a card to swipe. He might still be in admin. I remember Ghiaccio had trouble with that task.”

“Fine, whatever! We’ll all go together,” Melone said. “It’ll take forever to complete our tasks, though.”

When they went in admin, they saw Pesci’s chalk outline.

“Oh, shit!” Melone got close to his body and interacted with it, causing a meeting.

The game teleported everyone alive to the cafeteria. The board on the window displayed everybody’s name, including the dead.

“Two people dead already?” asked Fugo. “Narancia, Formaggio, weren’t you with him?”

“Yeah, but he went off to do another task,” Narancia answered.

“I was in the security room,” Melone informed them. “I saw both of them running down the hall, but Trish wasn’t with her group.”

“This is Trish’s second time playing Among Us in VRChat,” Giorno said. “She told us she had to take samples. Fugo and I kept our eyes on her, so it can’t be her.”

“Giorno, I think the killers might be Narancia and Formaggio,” Fugo said.

“What makes you think that?” Narancia demanded. “You always suspect me as the impostor!”

“Every time I suspect you’re the impostor, I’m right.”

“And how many times have I been the impostor?”

“I didn’t keep track.”

“See? No way am I the impostor. I had my eyes on Formaggio.”

“I’m saying both of you are the impostor. There are two impostors. One of you killed Mista while the other ran to admin to kill Pesci. Melone, did you see them on any other footage?”

“No, I didn’t.”

“Are we going to trust Melone?” Diavolo asked. “You weren’t doing your tasks. Maybe you were the one who killed Pesci and Mista.”

“But it’s not me! Did anyone even see where Mista died?” asked Melone. Silence. “No? Come on! I was in security the whole time! I’m innocent!”

“I’m siding with Melone on this,” Risotto spoke. “I know he was in security, and Diavolo, you were laughing out of nowhere. Perhaps you foresaw their deaths.”

“Yeah, it can’t be my wife,” Formaggio added.

“Your wife, Doctor Eggman? The same wife that has been cheating on you?” Diavolo questioned.

“Look, I enjoy getting cucked! You’ll never understand.”

“So, you wouldn’t mind if I did this?” Diavolo fondled Melone’s balloon tits, causing him to moan lewdly. It sounded like Melone enjoyed this.

“Stop! You don’t know what you’re doing to my wife and me! Don’t you dare rest your tiny little head on her breast!”

Diavolo placed his head on his tits, making them moan.

“Could you guys quit being weird!” Fugo asked. “God, this is uncomfortable. My parents are also in the next room. Narancia, you have some weird friends.”

“So, who are we voting to kick out?” Trish asked. “Time is running out.”

“Oh, we’re going to vote you out,” Formaggio said. “It just makes sense. What were you doing away from your group?”

“Are you serious? Giorno just explained!” Fugo argued.

“Well, I wasn’t convinced. Plus, neither could hear you. For all we know, you or Giorno could be the impostor.”

“Oh my god, you’re worse than Narancia. Giorno, let’s just vote this dumbass out.”

Everyone voted. Trish had three votes, Formaggio had three, and Diavolo and Melone had one. Since Trish and Formaggio were tied, nobody got teleported out.

“I want to change my vote,” Diavolo said, knowing that he couldn’t manipulate the others into voting Melone out.

“Melone, you didn’t vote for Diavolo?” Risotto questioned.

“I think it’s Trish,” he explained. “I saw what I saw on the camera. Right now, she looks sus.”

“Yeah, you know I’m not good at lying,” Formaggio said. “I can’t be the impostor. I know she killed Mista while we weren’t looking.”

“Well, I guess that does make sense. I’ll hit the emergency button.”

Risotto called for an emergency meeting, causing Trish to sigh. Everyone except Fugo and Giorno voted Trish out, causing the game to teleport her outside the map and fall to her death. Trish was not the impostor.

“What?” Melone blurted. “It had to be her. It just made sense!”

“No, Melone, I think you planned this!” Diavolo argued. “You haven’t done your tasks because you’re so focused on the damn security room! Maybe you were trying to protect the impostor. Or perhaps you and Risotto are the impostors, and you snuck out to kill the others while Risotto kept a close eye on me while I did my tasks. And Risotto couldn’t kill me because then everyone would know!”

“No, it can’t be my wife!” Formaggio rolled closer to Melone. “Say it ain’t so!”

“It’s not, my little Discord kitten! Diavolo is manipulating all of you into voting me out!”

“Hey, Fugo, maybe we were wrong about Narancia and Formaggio being the impostors,” Giorno said. “It has to be one of them, but I’m starting to think it might be Melone.”

Everybody voted again. Melone had five votes, while Diavolo had two.

“Whores, all of you,” Melone said before the game teleported him to his death.

Melone was not the impostor.

Narancia and Formaggio giggled.

“I shouldn’t be laughing, but damn,” Formaggio said.

“I know, right? He sounds so mad,” Narancia commented.

“Well, it’s just the six of us, and neither of the impostors has died. So, there are four of us,” Risotto said.

“Yeah, and you’re an impostor!” Diavolo accused.

“Okay, looks like we can’t seem to trust each other,” Giorno said. “How do we feel about doing our tasks by ourselves? Risotto, from what I’m hearing, it sounds like you haven’t done yours. Someone needs to keep an eye on you.”

“I’ll keep an eye on him since I know him well,” Formaggio volunteered. “If I die, tell Shadow I always loved him more than my dead wife.”

“Alright, let’s get all cleared,” Fugo said. “Formaggio will watch over Risotto while we do our work and watch out for the other impostor. By the way, Narancia, I still don’t trust you.”

“I don’t trust you either.”

Everyone went their separate ways, and Diavolo went to weapons to clear asteroids and then to O2 to dispose of garbage. Before he could go to navigation, Giorno was in the hallway.

“Oh, hello,” he said.

Diavolo was cautious. “Hello.”

“Have you seen Fugo? I completed my tasks and thought he would be in O2.”

Before he could answer, everybody was back at the cafeteria.

“What the hell?” Risotto commented. “I was in the middle of my task.”

On the board, Fugo was dead.

“Fuck you, Giorno!” Narancia yelled and got close to him. “I should’ve known it was you! Before we voted Trish out, I could’ve sworn you said something to Trish!”

“Wait, wait, Narancia, I think you might be right,” Formaggio said. “I remember now! I did hear something!”

“We’re voting Giorno out!”

“He was alone with me when I was heading to navigation,” Diavolo said. “I’m sorry, but I can’t trust you.”

Giorno had four votes, and it was all over for them. Giorno was not the impostor.

The four of them returned to the others. Formaggio and Narancia were the impostors.

“I fucking knew it and called it,” Fugo said.

Narancia cackled. “You just suck.”

“I was the first to die,” Pesci said, sounding sad.

“I think I was, but don’t feel bad, man,” comforted Mista.

“Wow, Diavolo, I should’ve believed you when you said you weren’t the impostor,” Risotto said.

“It’s fine. I can’t blame you for thinking it’s me. I usually hack the game into making me the impostor.”