you were playing as floor five in the crazy place you’ve lived in for the past few days, the 8 show.

overtime, the group had realized that the more intriguing they were to the viewers, the more time they gained in the show—which meant they wouldn’t make more money.

the higher floors had decided to play the king’s game.

there would be a box with numbered ping-pong balls, plus one with the letter K on it, standing for king. whoever chose the K would become the ‘king’ for that round. when you are king, you get to choose two numbers and make them do anything they want.

if you didn’t do what the king asked…there would be consequences.

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you’d picked your number, looking at it subtly to avoid others from seeing it.

number 4

’damn it, not the king…’ you thought, looking to see who was the king this round.

you sigh when you realize that floor eight is the king again. you watched her smile and cheer happily as the rest of the group groaned in disappointment.

“hm, i choose…” she said slowly, looking around at the group, contemplating her decision, “how about seven and four?”

you sigh and raise your hand, looking to see who the other person was. you finally look at floor two and see that she also has her hand up. you swallow, walking forwards as she does the same.

floor eight spoke up again. “okay! i want you to…”