𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄;
機会
➤【 yandere squid games x fem! reader 】
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➥ 𝐈𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡, an ex-military girl finds herself in such debt that she thinks she has to compete in deadly games for money, unknowingly compromising the entire system when those in...
WHEN (Y/N) LAUGHED AT HOW MANY people had fallen onto the floor onto their knees, their hands clasped together in a begging position, promising that they would pay back all that they owed if they were released, the players around her—including the masked guards—all stared at her when the sound echoed in the wide space.
"Sorry, sorry..." she placed her hand over her mouth to stop the smirk from showing that had by then spread over her lips. "This is just so very amusing..."
"This is amusing to you!?" The woman who had first started begging the guards to let her go—player 212–cried out in disbelief, her curly hair matted against her forehead with sweat, her dark eyes lighted with desperation as she stared at (Y/n). "Us wanting to be let go because we're afraid of dying is fucking amusing to you!?"
"Obviously," she snickered as she pushed through the crowd to stand in front of 212, her smile then disappearing as she crouched down next to her. "Aren't you being a little too stupid? They gassed us in the car... they changed us when we were asleep... we're being watched by cameras... we're confined to this room... the fucking guards all have their identities hidden... wasn't it a little bit obvious that whatever the hell is going on here is dangerous? Is potentially going to kill us? You came here by your own free will, ignoring every single red flag you saw, and chose to participate because of your want for money. Am I wrong?"
"Y-You did the same!" A man, player 119, exclaimed. "Don't be such a hypocrite!"
"Yes, I did..." she trailed off as she straightened, know walking toward the man, watching as he flinched from her intense stare. "...the only difference between you and I? I'm not whining about the situation that I put myself in. Get it?"
He didn't answer her, instead only breathing unsteadily as he took in her scarred features.
"If I may have your attention..." the masked supervisor cut in, his head turned in a way that made it obvious to anyone that he was staring at (Y/n) intently. "...there seems to have been a misunderstanding. We are not trying to hurt you or collect your debts. Let me remind you that we're here to give you a chance."
