Dave Miller (William Afton) x Female Reader ~ Wanna Be Twisted

'MONSTER' ~ KIRA and GUMI

"You didn't think I was done, did ya?

Well, I just begun having my fun, baby

Some people live for attention

Playing the victim

But baby, I was born to do the killing."

-----------------Ten years later--------------------------

((A/N; This is not going directly off of the Squid Game script and also, most of them are talking in Korean, except [Y/N] and Dave, but I don't feel like translating all of that.))

I stared at the two buttons in front of me. Continue or don't? Why was this so damn difficult? I closed my eyes, held my breath and pressed one. The one to continue. And walked to the side of people that voted.

I waited as everyone else voted. There were very few people here that actually spoke fluent English, so I had a personal translator. That was really the only pleasant thing about this experience. They were actually somewhat nice about things like this. But there's only one problem: I'm not in debt. They specifically said that everyone here was in debt when we first started the games, but that's technically not true.

"[Y/N], I dare you to call this number," Marissa said to me. She held up that business card that Kenneth had given her. I gently took it from her hand after taking a close look at it. It had a square, triangle and circle design on the front with a phone number on the back. I rolled my eyes.

"Fine, but just keep in mind, it's the tequila that's doing all of the talking for me, okay?" I replied with a small chuckle.

"You haven't drank anything except for [Fav/Soda]."

"Just go with it, I'm blaming the undrinken alcoholic beverages in case I do something stupid," I spat.

Let's just say, that's how I got into this whole mess. But I'm honestly fine with it. I mean, it's like, if I die, I die. If I survive, I survive. It's worth seeing about it.

Finally, the last person was up to vote. I felt like we were in that new profession, where we're crewmates in a ship in space. Recently, there was this whole thing on the news where someone was killed on that very ship. So now, they have these emergency meetings to get rid of and vote people out, in hopes to get rid of the so-called 'imposter'.

The man looked at the two. Everyone else was probably mentally rushing him, based on their actions. I didn't though. I persuaded him to take his time, even though I wasn't actually saying anything to him. It was like I was mentally giving him signals.

Then, he finally made a decision. The option to not continue. Knocking out the side that wanted to continue. Half of the people there were pissed and the other half were so relieved. I wasn't sure which side I agreed with. I mean, it's nice to keep our lives, but we're also missing out on a lot of money in the future.

"C'mon!" one guy yelled.

"Let the people that want to leave go and let us who want to continue stay here!" another person shot back.

"Now, now, I know that you are all disappointed," the voice said once again. "But let's make a deal: Those of you that want to stay will have the option to come back and those who do not wish to participate will not come back." That's a relief. I'm surprised it went over easily.

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I was thrown out of the van, along with another person, our clothes tossed out with us a few seconds afterwards. I only had my bra and panties on. Jerks. But, then again, I did have a green track suit on during the games, along with everyone else there, and they probably wanted that back. My hands were tied behind my back with duct tape and I had tape over my mouth. Are you kidding me?! I thought to myself.