(A/N: Apologies for later updates! I'm currently preparing to go back to Uni so I've been a little busy. Also, if you have any interest in Star Wars, I recommend checking out the fic I'm starting set before the Mandalorian! Ty! Enjoy!)
Standing on the line definitely made this a lot more real.
001 had been right.
We are the last to go.
"It's weird to be the only ones who don't get an audience, isn't it?" Jung-bae mused.
"I mean... someone had to go last..." Dae-eun muttered as she tied her hair up, stealing a glance at 001.
And he's staring right back at me, great.
"It's quiet, so it'll be easier for us to concentrate." Dae-ho nodded, glancing at his left and right, "We're gonna ace this."
"Hey, guys!" Jung-bae rose his voice to the team on the opposite track, four men and a woman.
Four rams and a ewe.
"We'll see you again when we all pass the finish line!"
"Hell yeah! We'll see you safe on the other side!"
On the other side...? Sounds like foreshadowing to me.
The two teams linked arms, Dae-eun casting her gaze to the rainbow track in front of her.
And of course, her track was red.
Red like the blood staining my shoes.
"We got this, I have faith." 001 spoke up suddenly, prompting her head to turn.
"...besides, we've got a previous winner with us..."
As Gi-hun gave an awkward smile, Dae-eun watched 001's eyes suddenly flick to catch hers.
Her heart stopped, a wolf staring down a cougar.
He knows.
BANG.
That momentary reverie was interrupted by the firing of the starting gun.
And they were off, steaming ahead step by step.
They approached the first game.
My game.
Removing the blue tile from the worker's box, he dropped the second on the crimson track in front of her.
"You got this." Dae-ho muttered, nodding enthusiastically.
001 watched her intently.
She swallowed, turning back to the tile on the floor.
I will not be the hold-up, here. I don't care if you're watching me.
She eyed the tile on the floor, recalling everything she'd seen of the previous attempts.
Folded-side-down, a quick and fast throw to maximise the amount of kinetic energy transferred.
Flipping the tile in her hand, the white-haired girl held it over her head before slamming it down.
SMACK.
The red tile jumped and spun, landing on its other side.
"Success!"
She gave a mental middle finger to the dead salesman.
That's for all the slaps, puppy-dog.
"Yeahhhh! Alright, Dae-eun!" Jung-bae shook her where their arms were linked, "Nice work."
Allowing herself a small fist-pump of victory, the team advanced to the next game.
Flying Stone.
"Get it in one, sir!" Dae-ho called as Jung-bae took the throwing stone, "I believe in you!"
"Remember what I said, overhand or underhand, do whichever makes you throw better." Dae-eun advised.
Unlinking their arms, Jung-bae motioned for Dae-eun and Dae-ho to move aside to give him room.
"...back when I used to pitch, I never threw very fast." He muttered, bending his knees and back to take a proper position.
"But- the ball always went right where I wanted!"
Taking aim, Jung-bae threw underhand, toppling the stone over.
"First try!" Dae-eun called.
Linking their arms back together, Gi-hun cued them to move up again.
Gong-gi.
Dae-ho's turn.
"Don't be nervous, Dae-ho. We got this!" Jung-bae encouraged.
They finally reached the checkpoint, Dae-ho taking the stones to blow on them as the worker set the table down on the track and moved aside.
"Remember." Dae-eun piped up, "You've done this a million times, it's muscle memory. You know what to do."
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Killer Addiction - (Squid Game)
Fanfikce(CURRENTLY ON HIATUS, WILL POST A LOT WHEN I COME BACK) "Would you like to play a game with me?" "What kind of game?" Song Dae-eun is in debt to the total of 210 million won, and, feeling guilty about mooching off her grandfather's hard-earned cash...
