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WHY DID NO ONE REMIND ME TO MOVE ALI TO MY MULTI INSTEAD OF ABANDONING MY BOY????

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#  BENEVIOLENCIA      /      a  sci-fi  &&   horror  centric  multimuse .    exploring  fear,    loneliness  and  alienation  within  society  as  well  as  utter  bullshit .    burdened  by  schiff

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⤿    ◜  aliabdl  ◞ ​ ​

He couldn’t understand! This is supposed to be him, right? Why does it feel so different, then? They think VERY differently. Now that Ali knew, there was no way he would pair up with sang woo, but if he didn’t.. He would become him. The guy he’s seeing right now, all bloodied up. A hole through his head, crimson in his hair, it was terrifying, especially more to Ali, since it’s… HIM.

He was about to walk out of the bathroom, but turned back around as he heard the pleading if his reflection. He walked back to the mirror, but didn’t look up he couldn’t stare at himself like that. “But- what do you mean..? He- he told me he was single, and that he didn’t have a family, just his mom.. We had our parents, waiting for us in the pakistan- we had a wife and a son and he still.. That doesn’t make any sense.. He-” ali really trusted people too easily. He depended on them too much. Seemed like sang woo didn’t care about him half the amount Ali cared. “He barely had anything left back there, yet he let us die- let me die.. How does that sound reasonable to you..?”

                    ❛      i    know    it    wasn’t    fair    or    reasonable .      i    know    but    we    came    back    here    for    this .      you    always    knew    there    was    a    possibility    we    wouldn’t    go    home .      ❜      after  all,    much  like  every  other  player,    outside  very  little  good  awaits  ali .    with  having  hurt  his  boss,    the  police  surely  is  looking  for  an  undocumented  pakistani  worker .    a  dirt  poor  man  with  wife  and  son  but  they  won’t  find  him,    won’t  find  his  family  and  that’s  the  only  important  thing .    ultimately  this  game  is  a  gamble  and  the  options  are  death  death  death    (  and  an  improbable  chance  at  money .  )

                    ❛      but    you    haven’t    seen    what    i’ve    seen .      ❜      ali’s  teeth  clench  at  the  memory  of  tears  streaking  down  sang-woo’s  face,    the  quivering  voice  as  a  man  ali  admired    (  still  admires  )    begged  for  his  life .    all  too  bitterly  he  remembers  the  taste  of  desperation,    the  blind  trust  he  had  allowed  to  play  out  and  entertain  the  idea  of  sang-woo’s  nonsensical  plan .    we’ll  survive  this  together,    the  thought  still  repeats  in  his  mind,    over  and  over  but  one  of  them  has  to  die .    that’s  the  game  but  the  rules  say  to  take  your  opponents  ten  marbles,    the  rules  don’t  say  have  twenty .    funny  how  sang-woo  didn’t  consider  that .    he  wishes  the  bullet  in  his  skull  wouldn’t  make  thinking  so  hard,    wishes  all  the  time  he  has  now  could  be  applied  to  figuring  this  out .    in  a  way,    the  only  person  who  has  recently  shown  kindness  is  the  one  who  had  effectively  murdered  him    (  and  he  understands  why .  )      ❛      it’s    okay .      you    can    do    better .      ❜

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⤿    ◜  guttersniper​  ◞ ​

he feels almost like a pup scolded when his offer is refused, instead replaced by the insistence that the blanket be his alone. face heats, mouth parts with stubborn words left unsaid. his heart twists, sharply painful, in his chest. ali’s unwavering kindness – undeserved as it is – reminds him of you’re very kind, boy, someday that’ll get you killed, and he doesn’t want to think about whoever said that, just as he doesn’t want to think about ali, blood trickling from a headshot that has yet to be administered. 

(they always go for the head. the head or the stomach. center mass. that way, they won’t have to waste another bullet. mutt knows guns. there will always be men with guns. this place isn’t so different from anywhere else mutt’s been, or will be. there’s always been only one choice: to learn what those men would take from him, or die.)

“ — do i really look that pitiful. “ 

                      ❛      pitiful ?      no,    no .      ❜      the  question  wrestles  a  startled  chuckle  from  a  dry  throat .    odd  to  be  worried  about  dignity,    odder  yet  for  a  boy  from  the  street  to  ask  such  a  question  but  then  again,    why  not?    in  a  way,    wanting  to  be  self-sufficient,    working  for  no  one,    being  a  lone  fighter;    surely  there  is  an  appeal  but  not  today  and  especially  not  in  this  situation .    they  have  formed  a  team  after  all,    a  gang  that  sticks  together  and  as  such,    ali  will  look  out  for  his  little  friend .    (  he  protects  and  in  turn  gets  respect .  )

                      the  shake  of  his  head  follows  the  train  of  thought  almost  immediately  and  thus,    to  hide  the  crack  in  self-worth  and  come  back  to  his  chosen  kindness,    he  takes  a  sip  of  water  before  offering  the  bottle  to  mutt .    one  for  you,    one  for  me,    the  gesture  wants  to  say .    it’s  simply  easier  to  share  equally . ❛      if    you    did    i    would    give    you    my    jacket    as    well .      but    to    be    honest,      i    need    that   ——   unless    you    want    it ?      ❜

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✎ 𝐤𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐦𝐚: SQUID GAME🦑

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@guttersniper​​ :  a nose bleed,  i guess.

                    the  hand  finds  its  way  to  mutt’s  face  without  a  second  thought,    the  motion  so  at  home  with  protective  instincts  that  anger  takes  a  step  down .    priorities,    he  tries  to  reason  with  himself  as  below  his  breath  encouragement  &  comfort  is  whispered  to  the  hurt  child .    already  sullied  fabric  proves  to  be  futile  at  wiping  away  at  the  boy’s  cheeks,    mouth   >>   gingerly  tapping  the  skin  beneath  his  nose .    it’s  all  fixable,    even  in  their  current  situation .    

                    but  now,    convinced  that  nothing  is  broken,    aware  of  mutt’s  state  of  health,    rage  starts  to  bubble  again .

                    ❛      who    did    this ?      ❜      (  and    did    you    fight    back ?  )

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aight im off for the day,  keep shitposting babes youre so good at it

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not to be mushy on main but i missed our bullshit fam

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you’re all going straight to hell.  can’t believe ali is the only one not letting the fucker fall

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⤿    ◜  salesmn  ◞ ​

  three seconds , exactly . before the tall man had collapsed onto the waiting arms of the other man as his eyes rolled back and arms went limp . his suitcase dropped on the ground , knees curling loosely beneath him and grazing the ground weakly . bad day , long day or just an unlucky day , huh ?

                  not  a  joke  then .    the  body  falls  limp,    folds  down  and  crashes  into  his  arms  sending  ali  half  a  step  back  before  muscles  work  to  stabilize .    okay  >>    not  okay .    helpless,    the  gaze  scans  their  surroundings,    looks  for  assistance  but  the  street  is  deserted,    void  of  living  breathing  souls .    in  a  futile  attempt  to  help  himself,    he  simply    (  gently  )    shakes  the  man  in  his  arms .      ❛      sir ?      please    stay    awake    sir .      ❜    

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⤿    ◜  salesmn​  ◞ ​

 ❛ i am exactly three seconds away from passing out , actually . it’d be polite if you caught me . ❜

                   a  quizzical  look  sits  on  his  features  before  the  head  nods  numbly  and  arms  are  held  out .    it  looks  like  an  invitation  but  for  the  most  part  confusion  runs  through  tense  muscles .    what ?

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in  this  game,    using  your  set  of  ten  marbles,    you  will  play  the  game  of  your  choice  with  your  partner .    the  player  who  manages  to  take  all  ten  marbles  from  their  partner  wins .      # MARBLETRAYED

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why is no one ever talking about s.ang-woo being half blind for the majority of the show?

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@aliabdl​  cont.

                    ❛      no,      stay !      ❜      a  sepulchral  tone  swings  in  his  voice .    death  but  the  last  conclusion  to  this  game  and  one  he  accepts .    of  course,    he  can’t  change  his  own  fate,    or  so  he  had  thought .    and  yet,    although  the  gun  shot  still  rings  in  his  ear,    never  ending  and  oh  so  loud,    he  awakes  to  his  own  reflection .    or  rather  a  version  of  himself  but  unharmed,    innocent  and  ready  to  commit  the  same  mistake .    or  maybe  not ?    at  the  back  of  his  head  gore  clings,    the  drip  drop  of  blood  a  disgusting  sensation  as  it  runs  through  sticky  curls  and  clings  to  his  nape .

                    but  a  hand  comes  up  to  bang  against  the  glass .      ❛      please    listen .      ❜      there  is  so  much  to  tell,    so  much  to  consider  but  evidently,    not  enough  time .    of  course,    he  wants  to  see  his  family  again,    wants  to  see  his  son  grow  older,    love  his  wife,    kiss  her  one  last  time,    but  desperation  had  clouded  his  senses  and  sang-woo  gets  to  life .    a  tired  part  of  his  mid  accepts  this,    a  different  part  of  him  still  feels  the  hot  betrayal  settle  in  his  chest  and  break  rips  as  he  recalls  the  man  leaving  him  behind .      ❛      i    don’t    regret    trusting    him .      the    situation    ——    it  just    wasn’t    right .      you    have    to    do    better,      please,      for    our    son .      ❜