YANDERE SQUID GAME X READER PART 1
Gimme some suggestions for what I should do- I am fully blank and have no idea what I’m doing.
Yandere front man who has held you on this base since you were nothing but a child, his little baby. You just want to live a normal life, go to school how you see on the tv, have friends, not have to see hundreds of people die monthly, you wanted to help them, to leave this place and never come back. How sweet you were, how innocent, how naive. Everyone here knows not to mess with you, unless they want to catch the attention of the front man, or the host. And that would be terrible.
You’d seen almost 17 games at this point, too much blood, death, destruction, maniplulation. You would stare at the bodies as they were balled away in those present boxes. Fear would creep its way into your mind at the lack of sympathy form these so called “hosts”. You would scream and cry and struggle when guards would come to swaddle you up in a blanket and drug you, or when the front man would do it himself, because you knew it meant a new room, and a new room meant a new game, you hated new games.
You did know they love you, your father, the guards, your grandpa, they just had an odd way of showing it. They wanted to keep that “innocence” you apparently held safe, they wanted you to feel loved and happy, like a baby getting doted on. And what fits a child more than being treated like one? It was normal to you, this was your life after all, so much opportunity in your hands, but no ability to grasp it. Usually you could do nothing but let them take you across the globe to see different places.
Except, this time, it’s different. You don’t wake up in some European styled bedroom in pretty lace pajamas, with a guard at both sides of each door, you aren’t in a room decked out in pink and white, you don’t look like you’re some innocent little child. You could still hear those little earrings they made you wear though, and you could tell you were wearing some You wake up in a solid black chair, sitting in a large room, silk pajama getup, apparently it made you look sweet, bleaugh. the floor covered in screen-like panels, around were guards, silently eyeing you while managing the camera machines. Your eyes widened when you realized your hand was tied to the chair, a silkcloth that couldn’t hurt you no matter how hard you struggled, but still confining.
“I know this is not what you’re used to, but I need you to listen to me for a moment, alright?” The man you’d recognized as “papa” emerged from the darkness of the room, gesturing down to your form, which was now starting to struggle, your eyes started to tear up. These people were inhumane, maybe this is the time where they decided they had enough of you. Maybe this is where you die. You didn’t like his mask, it made him feel less human in your eyes, so he doesn’t like Wearing it around you.
“Why am I tied up- where are we- you’re gonna kill me aren’t you- oh god I-“ you started panicking, he knew you would do this, this is why he usually never restrained you, only kept you safe in your room until he could accompany you out, you’ve been sheltered so you freak out over all the little things, he loves it though. Immediately he hushed you, and stopped your freak out in its tracks.
“I wish to make a proposal, if you don’t want to hear it, then I am perfectly fine with plucking you right out of your chair and carrying you into your playroom. Do you want to hear it or no?” He spoke, in that tone taht he used with no one else but you, he was probably smiling under that mask at how adorable you looked, who knows, laying a hand on on your shoulders to shush you. You did nothing but nod your head, not only curious to what he was speaking about, but slightly suprised that he was giving you a choice to hear or not, he never does that, ever.
“Now. I know that you don’t enjoy your time here, I know that you cry late at night longing for actual freedom. I protect you here, yet you hate it. So I am proposing a deal darling, you’ve watched the games many times, enough to know how they work. This time will be different, if you agree of course, I would never force you, you will be entered into the games, if you manage to win, then you will be free to live on central Korea, go to school, and live a life of normality. If you lose, then you I’ll stop trying to escape, and accept your role here, as my child.” He continued on, walking in circles around you, acknowledging how adorable you are.
“Wait- but- won’t they kill me if I lose? “ you were horrified at this pint, side, you’d always wanted fro play the childish games with someone other than the men dressed in red, but not with a death penalty present. He could read you like a book, and could tell that you were thinking this over for real. He let out a chuckle, and stopped his pacing, waving his hands back and forth to reassure you.
“No no no, the systems recgonnoze you as a VIP, which you are. So it’s not shoot you, and our guards have been specifically instructed not to lay harm to a single hair on your head. I would never put you in harms way… so. What will it be? I can’t promise it will be easy.” He questioned, drawing out your thought further, there wasn’t much to lose here, but still it would be scary. You thought for a moment, pulling your head up into the clouds whiel the entire room waited for your answer. The atmosphere was tense, every single guard, along with the frontman, hoped for you to say no, for you to just stay their innocent little one, but of course, you wouldn’t comply.
“Yes, yes I’ll do it.”
And then it all went black.
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When you woke up, you woke up fast and terrified, wonderi no if they’d reallly put you into the games, or if it was all some big fantasy. But then you heard that oh so familiar classical music, the one you used to get played when you couldn’t sleep because wit was your favorite, and you hopped Ohhh out of bed, bonking your head on the metal railing in the process. A groan left your lips at the pain, but it was quickly forgotten when your brought your hand up, just to be met with a dark geeen color draped around your arm. One of those tracksuits you dreaded seeing was on you. You were on the competition.
It took you a moment to recover form your initial shock, but you got there, immediately your eyes were drawn to the crowd of people in the center of the room, staring at the oh so colorful guards you knew and loved. You muttered little “excuse me’s” and “sorry’s” as you waded brought the group of people. They sideeyed you, wondering what the hell a I’d was doing here, especially such a frail one, you ha dna chance of surviving whatever the hell was going on, no way.
“Players, we will begin shortly, but first we will ask you sighs these contracts to ensure you follow the rules. Then we will proceed, make three lines, read it, and write your name on that line” the square guard belted through the room, and it was all of the sudden chaos, people pushed in front of the other to be first in line, the volume level raised significantly, and you were inevitably shoved to the back, unknowing of all the masked eyes waiting to jump and protect you. Some started to yell at the guards, and asked what was happening, your eyes did nothing but shift around, trying to find out where you were in the compound.
People chattered about with others, waiting for their turn to sign the waver, not knowing what they were getting themselves into. You didn’t really know either, sure you’d seen glimpses of the games here and there, while being carried off for bed, or for lunch or dinner, maybe even to be in your private playroom. But you’d never been allowed to watch a full game through, apparently it was too violent, and would scare you. You wished you had though, because the , you could know how bad it might be.
By the time you’d made it to the front, you looked up silently at the guards, they met your stare, and one of the circles in the back gave n enthusiastic thumbs up, which did nothing to uplift the odd eerie ness you felt in this room. You clicked the pen, and read the line of rules, which essentially said “don’t quit, don’t cheat, and majorities rule can end the games”. And with a deep sigh, one that held slight regret, and fear of the times ahead, you sigh es your name in that cute font of yours. And the. It was final.
You were player 1
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Sorry if this absolutely sucks, I’m not entirely sure how to write for actul scenarios in a show. So tell me if you liked it!
This is gonna be a series, I don’t know how many parts there will be, I’ll figure that out later.
But thanks for reading! I hope you like it!
