you didn’t know how long you’d been here, stuck in the continuous cycle of games, fighting, eating, sleeping. repeat. you didn’t have anyone to speak too, minding your own business really.

it was scary, being young and stuck in the stupid squid games. especially ok nights where people would just….hurt others, it made you sad and sick. you were also starving and thirsty after giving your meal and water so a sick old man. one night, you woke up to number 101 standing above you with a large metal pole. you couldn’t do anything but run, but there was chaos everywhere.

some girl with the number 067 pushed you behind her suddenly, you couldn’t speak, shocked. then after it was over she was gone.

the next days game you decided it’d be nice to have a friend or someone to keep close, in case there was a game you needed partners.

you looked around, big doe eyes flickering across everyone’s features. then—-you saw her, 067 sitting alone, picking at her nails. she was cold, didn’t speak alot and seemed shed to talk to, but what’s another challenge. before you knew it you were standing in front of her, feeling small.

“hi.” you simply said