#fxtedriders

Tera restlessly paced around Haneul, a crackling of orange pixels trailing behind him. “Are you a fan of adrenaline?” His words snaked out like the discordant bits of data that fell from his body. “It’s excitement, energy; It’s fear. I haven’t played with anyone in ages, do you know how suffocating that is?”

The green tint in his eyes flashed brighter, glowing as his hand clenched.  “Come play my game, I assure you it’ll be fun.” A strand of the pixels trickled down from his closed hand and began moving towards the other. “Your body belongs to me as much as your mind does.”

Gai had been ordered to go to the grocery store by his captain since it was almost dinner time and he needed to get dinner started. as Gai was getting to the store he noticed someone was struggling with his groceries. “Ah do you need any help with that?” Gai ran over to help the person out.

“I’ve had weirder ‘n’ worse fam…” Scout sighed as a song softly played from her phone and she scrolled through the wall,

“I mean, people kinda wanted me dead ‘n’ wished I shut up so….you know. Never knew someone wanted me dead 11 days after m’birthday y’know? But, I’ll be fine s’long as I don’t like, do anythin’. Dunno. You?”

She glances up from her bubble tea, momentarily stunned by her peer’s comment. Hyori couldn’t imagine anything ‘weirder ‘n’ worse’ than being the target of a death threat, but if Scout wasn’t exaggerating then she’s certain the other has experienced unfathomable events in her life. “... I’m... I’m sorry,” the words fall from her lips heavy like stones, feeling a tinge of remorse that she has never really taken the time to get to know Scout. 

They traveled in differing circles, passed each other on campus, as well as participated in the fundraiser together, but beyond that Hyori has never really spoken to the her.  It’s always been difficult for her to make friends. 

Hazel eyes flicker to the cellphone cradled in the other’s hands, recognizing that she is looking through the infamous wall. She’s seen it once or twice, recalling how Jin and Hong had showed it to her, but she’s never taken part in it. She’s not even sure if her own name is written anywhere on that wall. A part of her doesn’t want to know. “Hey... it’s pointless to keep looking at that,” she says, placing her palm over the screen of Scout’s cellphone, as if trying to shield her from the distressing slander. “We’ll figure something out and next year when your birthday comes around you won’t even remember this ridiculousness.”