: TRIGGER WARNING! This story has mentions and scenes of some Smut, Self Harm, R@pe, M*lestation, Suicide, abuse :
Inspire me... A poor kid in a small township that has lost all motivation towards life, giving up wasn't going to happen... whatever gods existed, wouldn't let him. Immortality. A curse no one wants. The poor boy had no hobbies, no talents, no goals, no uses, no reason to exist. His grades decreased, his attempt in relationships weakened, he didn't keep his distance from who he loved though, he had insensitive friends, they made him happy... happy that they are happy. He has a parka he wore for insecure reasons, he never takes it off, only a few know what he looks like, Cartman; a friend that he has known since younger days, his siblings and parents, he never took it off...
He needs something to live for. He wants someone to make him smile, I really big goofy one.
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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."
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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.