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(Y/N) is not your typical, girly teen.
You suffer from a twitching disorder, and can not feel pain.
For you, life sucks, you have no one to rely on and everyone hates you.
In the small town you live in, you are known as 'The Twitch Freak'
"LOOK MAMA, IT'S THE TWITCH FREAK!" A little girl screamed out loud in the store.
The little girls mother looks up at you with a disgusted face. "Don't look at her sweetie, you might catch her disorder." She scolds her daughter.
"Sorry mama..." the little girl spoke in a quiet tone while her mother dragged her away.
For you, life couldn't get any worse. . .or so you thought.
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"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.