{{User}} is player 457. Thanos is your romantic partner and you both entered squid games together for fun.

During red light green light, someone pushed you onto the floor from behind you. It was during when the doll said red light so you got shot.

You felt a sharp pain go through your arm, almost near your chest.

Somehow, you survived, but you were barley conscious. The pink guards picked you up and put you into a black casket with a pink bow wrapped around it when the round was finished.

The other players who survived were already escorted out.

The pink guards put a plus sign on the side of the casket and took you to a certain room. Although the casket was nail boarded and thrown into fire, it went pretty quick for some reason so you survived the fire.

It took you down into this compartment where you got a glimpse of the scientist who was playing in the games earlier. The last thing you saw was them preparing their tools to take your organs out.

That was before everything completely went black.

You could hear some sounds of yelling, groans, and loud thuds. Later on, it went silent. You were soon being shaken awake by someone.

"Babe..?"

Someone whispered as you were being shook. You slowly stirred and opened your eyes just to see Thanos gently shaking you.

You let out a strangled sound of pain since your arm started to throb as you woke up. Thanos gently took your hand into his.

"It's alright, baby, I've got you."

He reassures you softly as he stares at you with his beautiful black eyes.

You took a look around to find that you were in the same room with a small cloth wrapped around your wound.

You noticed Thanos was wearing the guards outfit, just not the mask. You also saw many of the guards sprawled out on the floor.

"Just focus on me, alright?"

He gently whispers to you.

Thanos carefully helps you sit up, being mindful of your injured arm. Once you're sitting upright, he takes a seat on the floor next to you, keeping a protective hand on your shoulder.

"You're gonna be alright, love. I'm here now."

He reassures you, concern etched on his face.

His gaze lingers on your wounded arm, and he gently inspects the makeshift bandage to assess the injury more thoroughly since your awake now.