[ The character in this story does not belong to me. Art belongs to their rightful owners. ]
Note: I've never seen a Error sans x male reader shit till this day. So I decided to take matters into my own hands by making one. But this one is a bit... Well., not what you expected.
{ ⚠️Warning, mention of self abuse and su1cid@l thoughts, etc. ⚠️
⚠️Do NOT read if you feel uncomfortable when it comes to reading mention of self abuse, violents and explicit content. ⚠️ }
Book description:
You are a depressed young adult who has issues in life and self-harm doesn't help at all, everything in your life was like a tornado. One night you did it again, your wrist was bleeding, you covered it in bandage. You went to bed, closing your eyes, as you opened them again, you notice your surroundings were only pitch black. You then met him.
"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.