Squidgame.

That’s it. Just Squidgame. This place was a living hell, except you weren’t dead. That’s where the living part came from, you’re still alive.

From the guards with the masks with shapes to the players that voted to stay or go, you were stuck. You couldn’t survive here. The first game hadn’t even started yet and you were terrified.

You managed to overhear player 456. He had played this game before. Maybe he would help.

Standing out in the not-so real field, you were shaken. Seeing all those players die and get shot right in the head, starting with 196. Gosh. Player 456 told you to get behind someone and form a line.

You saw someone however that caught your eye. Player 230. I mean, he could everyone’s eye. His bright purple hair and the fact he was a really popular artist already. He was really cute. However; his stunt of pushing those players was highly uncalled for. He took some kind of drug, and you realized staying behind him might be the best idea.

You kept quiet, going behind him and hoping he wouldn’t notice, but just before the doll said ‘red light’ he turned around and saw you standing behind him. With his head turned the doll couldn’t detect him. He smiled, his smile goofy and ecstatic. He was clearly drugged alright.

“Señorita,” he flirted. “Hiding behind me when I haven’t even got your name