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911 6x10 spoilers below
aw it starts off with a beach scene
and they’re burying the dad in sand while he’s napping
ooh lightning
and the dad’s dying
weewo weewo
EDDIE DID NOT JUST JINX IT
and that’s coming from a guy who doesn’t believe in jinxes
yeah ok edmundo
science lesson with buck
not the buckley’s coming to visit. ew
jee-yun is adorable
chimney’s parents came. oof
denny, who now wants to be called “d” is taking up baseball
family dinner is awkward
albert’s still hot
ok maybe it’s not as awkward
may undercover as a drug addict with momma athena??
oh wait bobby’s sponsor died and now they’re investigating discreetly
$100k?!
having watched lone star, i like the interior of the 126 better
buck cooking
buck feeding bobby. i’m dead
look at may being a detective
oh no not the storm actually starting
and lightning strikes
side bar: why does “blown away” by carrie underwood come to mind?
and the passenger and ride share driver dead…i think
i have a bad feeling about this
baby’s stuck
baby’s unstuck
baby’s not breathing
baby’s ok
may’s undercover again?
the tamara girl is sus
forgot about the buck being a surrogate story line
not buck’s mom finding out about it and thinking buck’s gonna be a dad
i’m dead
SHE THINKS CHIM AND MADDIE ARE PREGNANT AGAIN
chimney’s face
now buck’s on the hot seat
fuck the buckley parents
the fakeness of margaret
and here we go bringing up buck being a miracle baby again
she’s actually happy for her son for once?
and chimney’s dad isn’t happy
ooh chim and his dad are going at it
and chim said there wasn’t any drama yet
now phillip is getting involved
buckley parents defending buck??
well chim you wanted drama and you got some
not d hiding his tablet from hen
hen being worried about d playing baseball but supporting him anyway
D WAS FACETIMING HIS DAD?!
and hen and karen don’t know
apologies happening between the buckleys and chim’s parents??
no yep the buckley parents still suck
rain rain go away please don’t kill buck because we need buddie
no not ladder duty
chimney was going to be at the top but buck decided to go instead
so we could’ve gotten coma!chimney
eddie calling buck a cowboy
save a horse ride a cowboy anyone??
cue the “oh no” song
eddie gets thrown back
buck no
”BUCK!” -eddie diaz 2023
not eddie going to save his boyfriend
COMA!BUCK
well he’s in cardiac arrest
not the last shot being his helmet
HE’S IN A MEDICALLY INDUCED COMA
if he dies im rioting
i just want buddie
#911#911 on fox#911 spoilers#911 season 6#911 season 6 spoilers#buck buckley#evan buckley#eddie diaz#bobby nash#athena grant#may grant#buddie#maddie buckley#chimney han#albert han#coma!buck#hen wilson#k watches 911#k watches something
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Also whatever they did in s2 they need to resurrect some of that magic bc that is a no skips season every single moment is a banger they had the formula down to a science.
#911 abc#k spirals#also i think it would be funny to have another earthquake opener and it's like. basically all the same ppl from the first one#what a call back what a chuckle and the ppl who started watching in s7 wouldn't even know!!!
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I am getting very close to having caught up on all of 9-1-1, and I think what I really like about this show over other procedurals (and this is mostly based off of Grey's Anatomy, which is the procedural I have watched the most of) is that the main cast has been SO steady. Like there's not a revolving door of characters leaving or getting killed off. When my favourite character gets injured I know they have some very thick plot-armour and will probably not die. Only one main character has left permanently (the 911 operator from season 1),and even she came back for a special episode. (okay also Athena's ex and her son left too, but they were always more secondary characters than main ones. And they didn't DIE.)
Like there's so much more of a tight-knitted family dynamic in this show than any other procedural I've ever watched. It has more of a feeling of a comedy cast than a drama cast in that way.
And the writing for the characters is always consistent. Like with House MD, House's opinions would change so much episode to episode (like one ep he'll be a trans ally, and the next he's a transphobe, just because that's what the plot and the writer needed him to be), but in this show every character has a distinct personality, they all have growth moments, and like yeah sometimes the writers fuck around with tormenting some characters with trauma, but they also all get chances to be funny and goofy too.
Also, everyone's not constantly fucking each other and then having fights over it and their character becoming obsolete - if a ship sails it might have some bumpy weather but the ship never sinks once it gets going.
Like, it's just really NICE. It's consistent in a way that these sort of shows, that usually need to have a lot of shock value to them, don't usually have. All the shock value comes from the cases and natural disasters they deal with instead of from killing off your favourite character every season. I don't think I'd have gotten through this many seasons so quickly (quick for me, at least) if the main cast weren't so strong and loveable.
#9-1-1#911 abc#like i cant tell you the last time i got this invested in a tv series#everything else i watch i take w e e k s to finish#i usually get so annoyed at the writers or the characters and eventually abandon the show to watch youtube instead#my youtube subscriptions are being NEGLECTED right now#i just wanna watch 911 and nothing else#that's HUGE for me
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bobby saying "behind me isn't he" and then eddie immediately whips out his phone to record😭
#very very serious tv show!!#911#watched it last night and im Still thinking about it LMAOO. & bucks old “K." text to tommy when we see his phone what a world#911 spoilers#<- kind of??
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Was anyone gonna tell me that Station 19 also has a traumatized closed-off widower captain named Bobby or was I just supposed to watch this show and get absolutely BLINDSIDED myself
#me watching 2x01-2x04: oh this man has bobby vibes#me watching 2x05: WHAT THE F U C K#(with bonus eddie parallel to make it worse!!)#911#station 19#mine.#text#bobby
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amir i love you. this is my official request for amir season 8 regular please and thank you
#i am choosing to ignore how bobby is standing in the second home he lost in fire k#911 spoilers#shay watches 911
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‘Where is that book now?’
‘I threw it in the trash on the night of our first date’
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Okay but Kenneth Choi is fucking hot…
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911 6x11 spoilers ahead
and we start with maddie’s house
ew the buckleys
maddie buckley does not need help when she has the 118, margaret
EDDIE DOING COMPRESSIONS
HE GOT HIS HEART BEATING
”DO MORE!” -edmundo diaz 2023
coma buck time
flashbacks
HE REMEMBERS EDDIE SAYING “GO GET ‘EM COWBOY”
DANIEL OMG
the buckleys?? worried??
yes its a dream but still
KIDS?!
BUCKS A TEACHER?!
THE TSUNAMI HE REMEMBERS
JEE DOESNT EXSIST?!
DOUG OMG
the buckleys in a hospital for buck?? did they hit their heads??
chim telling maddie that it was suppose to be him
so doug’s not bad??
he remembers all doug did to her in the real world
nope he’s still bad
he went to chimneys
its been two days??
NASH DIED 5 YEARS AGO?? HOW??
something’s happening
he can’t breathe
not bobby feeling responsible
such a long way they’ve come since lawsuit era
he’s not breathing
hes ok now
aw alberts there
ooh chim and albert talking about their parents
HE DIED BECAUSE OF ALCOHOL
he remembers THE PLANE CRASH
bobby never told anyone?
ooh he’s talking about eddie
”angry guy” -chimney han 2023
HIS PARENTS TOOK CHRIS TO TEXAS AFTER A CUSTODY BATTLE?!
fuck you diaz parents in buck’s coma
chris wanting to talk to buck😭
eddie breaking down when chris is talking to buck
”wherever you are right now, you have to come back”-christopher diaz 2023
HOW DO YOU WRITE LIKE YOURE RUNNING OUT OF TIME
sorry i had too
i swear if he dies im suing
aw may looking out for bobby
her style is always amazing
may calling bobby buck’s dad
”mom brought two kids into the marriage and you brought one” -may grant 2023
and he doesn’t deny it
ooh something’s happening
whos he chasing??
BOBBY
bobby’s unhinged in the dream
momma athena
he made bobby who he is bc he joined the 118
chimney meeting maddie in the coma dream
CHRIS IS IN THE DREAM
not his parents convincing him to stay in the dream
i swear if daniel prevents him from leaving imma sue
too far daniel too far
yeah i hate daniel
buck talking to himself in the dream as it’s making more sense
doctor buck??
the thots i have
HE TOOK A BREATH
he’s ok
buck telling bobby the dream reality
ooh chim’s step mom wants to help
chim’s dad was ashamed so he left him
chim wanting his dad and step mom to stay a few more days
progress
not his parents asking about him not having a couch
so his mom wants to buy him one
his parents want to be in his life
they’ve changed? or is it just an act?
NO BUDDIE IN THE EP??
THE PROMO
no bobby
#k watches something#k watches 911#911#911 spoilers#911 season 6#911 season 6 spoilers#911 s6b#911 s6 spoilers
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"TUne in for 9-1-1 tonight bc!!!! We lose Buck😔. That's right, that bitch is DEAD💀 (RIP). he is GONE Buck is NO MORE🙅🏾♀️. Who's to say he lives??? WHO'S TO SAY??🧐 You're gonna love this ep bc BUCK IS ❌OUT❌. This is the LAST time you will SEE him so SOAK IT IN. Also real quick look at these pics of Oliver and the crew filming later in the season🥰 GET UR TISSUES READY CUZ HE IS DEAD."
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I got one of my best friends to start the show, and all I can say is: Me too, bud. Me too.
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I will by lying on the floor for a week as a result of the search for spock
#sarek is a Good Dad! jim and spock and bones are fucking SOUL MATES! jim and bones are in pain! the seven of them are found family!!#THE FUCKING ENTERPRISE IS BLOWN UP I COULD NOT EVEN L O O K#pls dial 911#and let me sue the roddenberry estate for emotional fucking damages#i might have had some bourbon while watching this movie#also it OPENS with 'of all the souls I have ever encountered his was the most human' fuck me UP @ leonard nimoy
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elite buddie posting is so reminiscent of reddie posting it really felt like coming home to immerse myself in 911blr
#eddie eating chia seed pudding and realizing he doesn't even like chia seeds and reaching enlightenment and throwing out half his belongings#then waking up in a cold sweat at 2 am to retrieve his apple watch out of the trash#eddie d 🤝 eddie k#911#it films
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started watching that one firefighter etc show bc i saw that one guy is gonna be bi in like season 7 so uh wish me luck maybe
#i think this is the same show that i kept sometimes seeing clips of on t*kt*k#i have too many shows i wanna watch fuck#911 abc
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telephone || k.mg
“NOW IT'S TIME FOR ME TO RETURN THE FAVOUR”
PAIRING || Mingyu x Female Reader
GENRES || Horror, 911 Operator!Mingyu, Romance
SUMMARY || Working the night shift as a 911 operator was hard as it is and the last thing Mingyu needed was those calls from his ex-girlfriend. Whom he had not seen in years. For obvious reasons of her being dead.
Or, in which, Mingyu kept getting calls from his ex girlfriend claiming that she had murdered him.
SERIES MASTERLIST || till death do us part
WARNINGS || inaccurate 911 stuff, description of murdered body, horror, mention of murder and ghost
WORD COUNT || 3k
A/N || If you recognise this story, no you don't. but anyways this was one of my most favourite works even though i'm not that great at writing horror so i'm really glad i'm starting off with this story for the series. i've tried my best to make it as scary as i could (sorry but im a pussy) so yeah any feedback would be really helpful!
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“911, please state your emergency.”
Static. He waited for a minute more but there still wasn’t any sound coming from the other side.
Mingyu sighed exasperatedly, sure that this was another prank call. Halloween night was looming close which also meant teenagers found it funny to call the operators up at night to scare them.
But he was used to this. Which was funny because Mingyu was the biggest scaredy cat in his group and could not even watch Scooby Doo without whimpering at least once. But he took his responsibilities very seriously and there was no way he was going to let his fear come in the middle of his work.
He was about to hang up the call when he heard a sound. Immediately he jerked back the phone to his ear and strained them to hear anything, but all he could hear was a buzzing sound.
“Hello? How can I help-”
“Help.”
He inhaled sharply, the woman’s raspy voice very clear in the empty office. Mingyu was the only one serving night shift in his floor currently, and the only thing accompanying him was the soft beeping on the seven screens in front of him and the buzzing of the fluorescent tube lights above him.
“Ma'am, are you in a position to tell me what is happening?”
His fingers flew across the keyboard, noting down the number first and then quickly texting the other department to find out the location of the call.
“Pl-please help. Make him stop.” The woman whispered, her ragged breath harsh against his ears.
“Make whom stop? Can you tell me who is near to you, ma’am?”
Mingyu felt an unnatural calmness settle into his bones, one that always came whenever he forced himself to calm down in such situations.
A message dinged on one of his screens indicating that they had traced the nearest cell tower of the cell phone.
“Officer Lee.” He said, already on the other line, talking to the nearest official he could see. “We have a 911 emergency of abuse.”
“Roger that. Address?”
“It's…” Mingyu’s voice trailed off on seeing the address.
No way- How was that possible? There had to be some mistake right?
Because the address was of his house.
He cleared his throat, sure that the address was wrong since they tracked the nearest cell tower, and that could be kilometres away from the destination.
“Uh, the address shows my house. I… I think you need to be on the lookout for areas near my house.”
There was a pause, as though Seokmin seemed to be trying to process this information. Seokmin had been good friends with him, so Mingyu knew that even he found it odd, especially when his neighbourhood was a safe and nice one.
“On my way.”
“Ma’am,” Mingyu said, back to line one, “if you could tell me your name or your address, or even what is happening to you, I could help you out better.”
His eyes were trained to look at all the monitors at once, one monitoring the small dot that represented Seokmin heading towards the destination, another with a blank form about the caller and another one where he was rapidly typing what he was hearing, ready to call in other emergencies in case he heard something important.
“Help! Why don’t you help me? Please help!”
“Ma’am help is on the way, please calm down-”
He was interrupted by a loud pop as all the lights went out, the only source of light now being the soft glow of his computer screens. The room was now lit up eerily and he felt the hair on the nape of his neck rise up. Mingyu wasn’t very scared of the dark ever, but the growing sounds of gurgling and growling in the telephone line was causing shivers to travel down his spine.
“Mingyu…” The woman rasped, this time sounding like she had gargled razors, her screeching voice turning his blood to ice.
How did she know his name?
Goosebumps rose all over his skin as his breathing came out in sudden pants, feeling an icy invisible hand wrap around his neck. He sucked in a breath harshly and with a jolt, he realised how lonely he was, not a single soul on his floor whilst he was plunged in darkness.
Then the call cut off abruptly, and at the same time, the power surged back to life.
Yet, the cold feeling hadn’t left Mingyu as though he could still hear the woman gargling in his ear.
“Mingyu?”
He jerked as the second line suddenly came to life, Seokmin’s voice clear through the landline.
“H-Hey. Did you find anything?” He tried his level best not to sound shaken, but it was hard because the more he tried to ignore wherever had just happened, the more the gnawing feeling in the pit of his stomach grew.
“Nothing. We will be needing to get a more specific address. Your entire apartment seems safe to me. Is she still on the line?”
Mingyu exhaled harshly, rubbing his chest with his hand to calm down his heart that was beating too fast. He then realised how dry his throat had become, and quickly took a sip of water before continuing.
“No. She cut the call. I- uh, I don’t think she needs help anymore. She sounded alright at the end.” He said, wincing having to lie. He still couldn’t shake off the feeling of horror he had felt when he saw his own address flash on to the screen.
“Are you sure? Shouldn’t we follow the protocol still-”
“She told me so herself.” Mingyu snapped, and Seokmin shut up, not saying anything more.
He sighed, rubbing his template, trying to forget what he had just heard. But it was like the noise had been ingrained into his brain. He could hear it even now, even though there were many other small sounds beside him.
But being a 911 operator, there was bound to be such horrors, right? He had heard some similar stories of ghost calls from his superiors. Maybe this was one of them?
“Well then…I suppose that’s it huh?” Seokmin cut the silence, causing Mingyu to flinch as he jumped out of his thoughts. “Are you calling it a night?”
Mingyu felt his heart leap to his throat.
Calling it a night? On any other day, he would have loved to crash on to his bed but all of a sudden going back to his house, the place where this lady claimed to be at, seemed like a distant nightmare, something which was waiting for him to tear him apart.
“Uh, n-no. I’ll continue my shift I think. Besides, Seungcheol won’t wake up if I call him now.”
“Hey, are you okay?” Seokmin asked, concern lacing his voice. “You sound…scared.”
“I’m fine.” Mingyu swallowed thickly, feeling a patch of sweat that had formed on his forehead as he tried rubbing his temples.
“We’ve dealt with these before, right?” Seokmin asked again, trying to sound bolder for his sake.
“Y-yeah. Yeah. We have. I’ll… hang up now.”
As soon as the phone went down, Mingyu buried his face in his hands, trying to forget the horrible sounds he had heard on the phone.
But the more he tried to forget them, the more he was convinced that they were no more voices in his head, but were coming from the room. It was almost like he could hear the noise coming from behind the door.
I’m probably just hearing things.
He got up and decided to get some fresh air. He walked to the door and paused, the sound still ringing in his ears. Clutching the door knob, he took in a deep breath and with his eyes screwed shut he turned it open, bracing himself for whatever lay ahead of his.
Silence greeted him as he slowly peeled his eyes open, looking around tentatively for anything that might jump on him out of the dark.
Ding!
The sound of the elevator’s beep caused his heart to nearly stop, the sudden sound cutting through silent night that was almost engulfing him. He felt his entire body freeze as all he could do was watch the numbers on the screen of the lift increase until it reached his floor, limbs paralysed with fear.
With another soft ding! the lift door began sliding open, and Mingyu found himself almost begging that he shouldn’t be greeted by someone, or something, once the lift door opened.
The dim blue light of the lift spilt out as Mingyu watched in terror, but to his relief only emptiness greeted him back. He looked at his own reflection in the mirror of the elevator.
Mingyu looked deathly pale, his eyes tired and haggard like he had just seen a ghost. His cheeks were hollow and he felt his stomach lurch when his reflection wobbled, indicating that that the lift was about to close.
And then the lift shut close, leaving him alone with a pin drop silence that almost felt suffocating.
Weren’t there others who had night duty? Because there was no way he was all alone in the building, right?
The thought was enough to cause his stomach to lurch, and he swallowed thickly wondering if he should call someone to take his place.
But his house! Mingyu could feel goosebumps rising on his skin the second he thought of his house.
What if she- that thing was still lurking around his house? Or worse, was actually in his house.
The ringing of the telephone cut through the silence like a blade, causing him to jump a mile. His reflexes kicked in though, and clutching his painfully beating heart, Mingyu ran towards his computers to pick the emergency phone call.
“911. Please state your emergency-”
“Help.”
Mingyu froze, the familiar voice draining out all the blood from his cheeks again.
No way.
He wanted to cut the call, wanted to block out whatever this woman was about to beg for because her voice was like icy daggers to his skin, rekindling his fear like never before. Mingyu had never felt so terrified in his life before.
“Please help… Mingyu.”
It was like her whispering his name had opened Pandora's box, and lots of emotions hit him at once. He couldn’t even question how she knew his name because that wasn’t what terrified him the most.
But it was the familiarity of the voice of the woman. A voice he used to hear almost every day before it was snuffed out of his life suddenly.
“Y/N.” He whispered, fear clutching his stomach as he felt his heart hammer in his chest.
In the empty office he could only hear his own ragged breathing and the slight buzzing sound coming from the phone.
But how was this possible?
Because you had died six months ago.
Or rather, you had been killed in his apartment. Murdered in cold blood even though it didn’t make sense because you were the sweetest and most caring person he had met in the world.
At first, he had been charged with murder. Those two months of investigation had nearly driven him mad. It was hard as it is dealing with your death but constant poking of the police made it even worse.
Finally he was set free due to the lack of evidence.
Even thinking about you made his head throb.
“Help please.” You rasped again. “Help me-”
“Where are you?” He whispered urgently, not sure why he was even asking questions. Because this had to be some sort of sick joke, right? Or maybe- maybe he was hallucinating after all. Hallucinating that you had come back to life to get some sort of closure.
“In our apartment! Why aren’t you helping?” You sobbed on the other end of the line.
He felt his head spin. Whom was he even talking to? With each word your voice turned more and more raspy and he could feel the familiar fear returning.
“If you don’t help me he’ll-”
Mingyu heard you gasp, followed by a whimpering as he heard someone slap you.
“Y-Y/N?” He asked, though he truly didn’t want to know what had happened to you. Was the person you kept mentioning your real killer? Then… was this your ghost he was talking to?
“Stay away.” A male voice spoke into the telephone suddenly, causing him to nearly fall off his seat. The hair on his arms and necks stood up at the familiarity of the voice.
“Stay away." He repeated.
He could hear his own voice on the other side of the telephone line asking him to stay away and Mingyu felt his head spin at the thought.
The telephone nearly slipped from his sweaty hand as he tried taking in a deep breath to calm himself down.
"And- and who’s this-”
“Just stay away from us.” He heard his own voice command him, before the line disconnected finally.
“Who was that?”
Mingyu jumped from his seat, hands flying to his mouth to prevent himself from screaming, until his eyes landed on Seokmin.
“You- you scared me!” He hissed, rubbing his sweaty forehead while trying to calm his shaking body down. What had just happened?
No way he had been talking to himself, right? How was that even possible?
Seokmin raised an eyebrow, walking towards him and sitting down on a chair opposite to him?
“Did I scare you? Or that call did?”
Mingyu looked away.
“What are you doing here?”
“I came to check on you.”
“I’m fine.” He snapped, wiping his sweaty face with a tissue. The last thing he needed was Seokmin asking too many questions before he started questioning his own sanity.
“You’re not. You asked the caller whether she was Y/N.”
Mingyu shivered involuntarily at the memory, giving away his fear.
“It sounded like her.” He lied, not wanting to remember what had just happened. Maybe if he was nonchalant about it Seokmin would leave him alone.
“Are you sure? That call before was unusual, coming from your house.” Seokmin said, still concerned. “It's okay to be shaken up by this, you know.”
He exhaled out, trying to calm down his nerves as much as he could.
“Yeah, I’m fine. Don’t worry. Pretty sure it was a prank. I mean,” He forced out a laugh, which sounded odd against the silence surrounding the two of them, “How can it even be Y/N? That makes no sense. I probably miss her a lot. That’s why I can hear her everywhere.”
“You should go home.” Seokmin cut him, patting him on the shoulder. “I think you need to rest a bit if you’re that stressed out. Sometimes, stress causes us to see and hear things that are not real. ”
Mingyu opened his mouth to protest, feeling dread fill the pit of his stomach at the thought of going home, but with the way Seokmin was staring he knew he didn’t have an option. Or else he would need to explain how he heard his own voice speak to him and ask him to stay away.
Stay away.
Was that a warning, then? Was it a big mistake going back to his house?
But with the way Seokmin was staring at him, Mingyu had no other option but to get up slowly and pack up his things. His hands wobbled, causing him to nearly break his favourite mug, but he managed to force a smile and walk to the elevator, knees threatening to give out any second.
Once inside the elevator, Mingyu chose to stare at his reflection’s nose, unable to meet its eyes. Something told him that seeing his reflection eye to eye would not be a good idea.
Please hurry up. Please open the door fast-
His heart jumped again as his phone rang suddenly, cutting the heavy cold silence which was accompanied by the occasional soft dings.
"Hello?” He whispered, wondering who was calling so late at night. It couldn’t have been Seokmin since he had his number saved, right?
“Why did you kill me?”
Mingyu froze, unable to breathe anymore. How did you-
“Y/N? How did you- Kill you- What are you talking about?” He panted, stumbling back to support his wobbly legs with the help of the wall of the lift.
All of a sudden the air felt cooler, and his clammy hands seemed to be unable to grip the hand bar of the lift. His eyes darted to the equally petrified reflection and a yelp escaped him, phone dropping to the ground.
Because standing right beside his reflection was you. You, looking just like how you had the day you were murdered. Except there was blood all over your dress and multiple stab marks on your chest and stomach.
You smiled at him sweetly.
“Don’t you know? You killed me. Well, not exactly you. It was Mingyu. But he is you, you are him, right?”
His legs finally gave away as he pushed his back into the walls of the elevator, terror filling every single of his senses.
Helphelpelphelp-
He heard the lift ding as it reached the ground floor. Crawling to the buttons of the lift, he frantically pressed the open button, eyes not leaving your face as you grinned at him, baring your bloody and broken teeth.
Finally the door opened and Mingyu darted to crawl out but froze almost immediately, feeling his heart stop for real this time.
“No.” He sobbed, as he watched the real you walk towards him. Edging back, he felt his heart hammer painfully hard in his chest, every bit of rational thoughts leaving him as you stepped into the elevator.
You leaned towards him much to his terror, and Mingyu screwed his eyes shut as he finally accepted his fate. His breathing eased a bit but he could still feel how tense his entire body was, adrenaline rushing coursing throughout his body.
I don’t want to go.
“Now it’s time for me to return the favour.”
A/N: Please do tell me what you think about this story!! I worked really hard on it and I would love to know everyone’s thoughts on it~ Comments and reblogs are appreciated!
© 𝐕𝐈𝐓𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐄𝐘𝐎𝐌 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟒
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