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𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒐𝒄𝒄𝒖𝒓𝒓𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒅𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒍𝒐𝒑𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒔 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒂𝒃𝒔𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒂𝒏𝒚 𝒐𝒃𝒗𝒊𝒐𝒖𝒔 𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒊𝒈𝒏

AFTER THE FIRST PLAYER HAD DIED breaking their shape, a whole slew of people followed since they had been too distracted to see where the needle was and how hard they were pressing down on the honeycomb.

    And as time dwindled down, the deaths only multiplied.

    "My, my..." (Y/n) clapped as she approached Triangle 001, he having just shot someone in the head without hesitance, startling him since he hadn't expected her to approach him first. "...it seems that you're a bit cold hearted as well. Not that I mind that in the least... I just didn't expect it from you. To be honest, I sensed... aversion to your job."

    "What is it, 457?" He instead said as he faced her and redirected the point of his gun so the barrel was no longer facing her.

    "Here," she said as she showed him her cut out triangle, smirking.

    He leaned back at that.

    "Player 457, pass," the automatic female voice over the PA sounded, once again being the first one to complete the game.

    (Y/n) then ate her shape.

    She found it delicious.

    Before she was about to exit the room, her (e/c) gaze caught onto a familiar masked supervisor, a fact that made her stop. Thinking it over in her mind, she decided to approach the man, ignoring the way the other triangle-masked guards glanced at her when she didn't leave the room after clearing the game.

    "Square 001..." she hummed in greeting, watching as he turned around to face her. "...didn't think we'd be meeting again so soon."

    "Player 457..."

"That is me," she affirmed.

"I can't say I am not surprised to see that you are the first one to complete the second game as well as the first," Square 001 said, the most he had ever spoken to her, something that almost made the words die in her throat.