THE GRAY FILES - AMONG US (SEASON 2)

FILE 214- OLIVE

SCAN RESULTS

Height- 4'10
Weight- 92lb
Crewmate ID- OLIP0
Colour- Olive
Blood Type- O-

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EXTRA DETAILS

Gender- ?
Date of Birth- 03/XX/2002
Age- 24 
Articles of Clothing- Brown trench coat, brown sandals.
Original Occupation- Engineer
New Occupation- Cook
Close Friends- Fortegreen, Black.

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BIOGRAPHY

Being stuck on this planet with this crew means I've had time to analyse and get to know the crew, meaning I can make a file on all of their quirks and personalities. The first Crewmate I've had the honour of meeting is Olive, the crew's engineer turned cook. They stationed themself in the Boiler Room, with the help of their friend. We had a lengthy chat about their life before Mira, among other topics... a VERY lengthy chat. Before Mira scooped them up, Olive was actually training to become a teacher. I could certainly see why, their energy is incredibly infectious. They could turn a grocery shop story into a fantasy epic for the milk.

Olive seems to be an incredibly positive person, with a lot of potential to do so much more than cook, their cooking isn't exactly the best anyways. Working with what they have, and what they have is very limited supplies, a pot, and some stew in the moist Boiler Room. Anyways, despite being a very nice person to be around, it seems nobody quite respects them like Fortegreen or I do. Like them? Yes, but I don't think they RESPECT them. It's such a shame that even in these circumstances, people get pushed aside like they're nothing.

-2023

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Tragedy has struck.
Today, 2 Mira workers appeared on our planet after an incident of their own. Red and Purple seemed harmless at first, so I let Black continue the tour with them. What a fool I was. Next thing I hear is a shriek of terror down the hall, and the crowded running of fellow Crewmates. At the time, I thought Olive had just gotten stuck in the pipes again, but this? This was something years upon years of detective work could never have prepared me for. I stepped inside the crowded Boiler Room, only to find a disgusting scene, a scene I wish I could remove from my subconscious. Olive had been decapitated, pink ooze across their body and their severed head shoved into a water jug, their blood mixing with the water in a display that shook me to my core. I felt sick, my stomach was in knots and it felt as if I was going to vomit at that very instance but I knew I had to suck it up and act as if I had everything under control, goodness knows Black didn't.

Once everyone had calmed down, we headed towards the Meeting Room and discussed the situation. Accusations were made and fingers were pointed towards the newcomers, obviously, but the kill was too quick for them to have gotten back outside. Today has been a tragedy, but I know one thing, at least. Olive was murdered, and I among the others, intend to find the one who did it.

-2026

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