It's been long enough. I hate this.
Then why did I bring them here? Yes, they are useful to me, and their negativity is perfect for me, but I'm getting tired of this. Why am I keeping them around, when they've failed me so much? I can't feel for them. I can't love them in any way, besides their feelings, but why do I want to see them stay safe? It doesn't make sense. It doesn't make sense at all.
After so many years of hatred from each of them, Nightmare, Horror, Killer, Dust, and Cross, it's become impossible to handle. Even Nightmare seems to be affected by the strain this life has on each one of them.
Killer's gotten worse. Much worse. Maybe it's too much on him to keep him this way? Why would Nightmare even care, he's perfectly obedient anyway. Then why does it feel wrong to see him like this? Dust hates it here. Always having to deal with things that, quite frankly, make him feel nauseous at the sheer thought of them. Horror's nearly eaten himself to death, and he's shown no sign of stopping. Cross has shown no intention of working anymore, he dosen't care.
Why does it hurt to see this happen?
"You're different from what I expected," she said softly.
"How so?" he asked, glancing at her.
"I don't know," she replied, searching for the right words. "You just... have this way of making people feel like they matter. Even here, in this... nightmare."
He was quiet for a moment before responding. "You matter, Y/n. Don't forget that."
OR
Y/n wakes up in the deadly Squid Game, surrounded by strangers and fighting to survive. What she doesn't know is that the mysterious Frontman is watching her every move through the cameras- and she's caught his attention.