This story is pretty much plotless, but if your bored, lonely, depressed, anxious, suffer from insomnia, or you're all of these things, a combination of them, or none of them, than this is for you.
NOTE: I have taken real life people and put them into this work of fiction. If something offends you, I'm sorry, and it was not meant to do so. ALSO: I have altered parts of these peoples lives, a large number of the things in this story are not true.
WARNING: There is explicit language, sexual references and situations, and an extreme amount of dumb and gay, if any of these things offend you, move on.
"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.