"Oh, my gosh!" I scream over my headset. "Sammy just killed me! She's an imposter!"

Samantha Fuller comes back into view.

"Too late, genius," She taunts as the round ends.

A cheer goes up from the rest of the imposters.

I almost throw my wireless mouse across the room in frustration. Sammy is a formidable opponent, cunning and resourceful. Too cunning and resourceful, in my opinion.

Timmy raises his voice in protest, along with Jim Davis and the other crewmates, but the cheers drown them out.

"Thomas! Tim! Come down for dinner!" My mother calls from down the stairs.

I sigh. "Guys, Timmy and I gotta scram," I tell my friends.

A collective groan rises from my buddies.

"Well, bye, guys," Sammy says.

"Yeah," Jimmy sighed. "I have to go too; Dad has been calling me for about half an hour now,"

I log off, shut the computer down, and go downstairs, my little brother following me down a few seconds later.

"Mom, can you please call me Tommy?" I ask.

"I named you Thomas, darling, not Tommy. But if you insist, I suppose I can make an exception," My mother replies, busily setting my plate on the table.

Timmy perks up from where he was slurping down his pasta.

"Can you call me Timmy, too, Mom?" He begs.

"Now look at what you put in your brother's mind," Mom tells me sharply.

"And no, Tim, I'm not going to tolerate that. It's bad enough your brother wants to be called Tommy. Imagine! It's something you'd call a baby, not a dignified young man." She storms into the kitchen.

I shrug at my brother and mouth, Sorry dude. He sighs and goes back to eating his food.

"I know you're disappointed, Timmy," I tell my little brother as he climbs up the ladder to his bunk.

He sighs.

"At least everyone calls you Timmy at school and when we game with the boys," I add, sliding into my bunk, which is at the bottom.

He sighs again. "Yeah. I suppose it doesn't matter. And I don't think Mom will call you Tommy. She'll probably forget,"

Now it's my turn to sigh. "Yeah…"

"And," My younger brother says, sounding much chipper. "Sam's a girl, not a boy,"

I roll my eyes in the dark. "I know, but she's basically like a boy. And annoying, too,"

Timmy laughs, and I feel relieved that he's not sad anymore.

Samantha is called Sam at school and at home and other places, but whenever we're gaming, she's Sammy, the master at annoying people.

When we first became friends, we used to slip up and sometimes call her Sammy at school. She never really cared, and she would simply remind us playfully that she was supposed to be Sam, and there would be a little bit of laughing and we'd soon forget about it.

Whenever I think of that, I feel a little bad. She would never get as angry as I get when someone calls me Tomas or Tom. Sometimes I wonder if I should just let my mom call me Tomas and not bother about it.

From tomorrow, I promise myself as I fall asleep, I'll let her call me Tomas. It's not a big deal anyway.

I fall asleep, feeling happy about my decision.

I wake up, feeling like I slept for years and years. I notice that I'm standing, for some odd reason.

Then I realize I'm in Among Us. Not like I'm looking at it through the computer.

It's like I'm wearing a VR headset or something.

Confused and a little scared, I move to the Cafeteria, my muscles feeling as if I navigated the hallways for my whole life (basically true). I knew immediately what route to take, which one would require the shortest amount of time.

I find Jimmy, who is staring at the button, looking scared out of his wits.

"Jimmy?" I whisper, moving towards him.

He almost jumps out of his skin and whirls around, his eyes wide as moons.

I try again. "Jimmy, it's me, Thomas Avin,"

We suddenly hear someone, or something, crashing through the hallways.

I exchange panicked glances with Jimmy, my heart racing.