They turned on Blue. They pushed him into the airlock, ignoring his pleas as the inner door sealed. With a hollow thump , Blue was gone, a small speck drifting into the void of the Oort Cloud.
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. 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. They turned on Blue
"White," Red said, his voice now sounding like a dozen voices layered at once. "You forgot to check the task list." Red didn't use a knife
Red turned to White. The "Crewmate" was leaning against the glass, chest heaving with relief. "We did it, Red. We got him."