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00:06 Moth to a Flame Wc: 6.3k

You worked together to tie the higher floors up. 6 had his face (including eyes), mouth, hands, and legs tied up, 8 was just her mouth and limbs, 5 tried to plead with 2, but she got the same treatment as 8, all in the pool. You finished helping with 6 and got up, something about them all being tied up in the fake pool, where blood was still splattered from their crimes, it shot a coldness through your weary bones. This sight was all just too much. You turned around for a moment, catching sight of the sad little pathetic 7. You were distracted by 1’s crash out behind you, the man yelled out and began kicking, sobbing, and beating 6 up. No one stopped it, or stepped in. He moved on to 8, straddling her to choke her, but faltering, and ending up just collapsing in tears. You tried not to cry, but it was just too difficult, and you sat next to 1, rubbing his shoulder. Now more than ever, you craved to be held. To be comforted. To be given any kind of indication that you’d be safe. But even that wasn’t promised.

3 walked over to the sorry excuse of a man in the side, who was handcuffed to one of the poles on the merry-go-round.

“The battery was removed. You did that, didn’t you? So it wouldn’t work?” 3 said, looking at 7, who sat staring at the ground with a dull look. “And the noises- why did you tell us? You were giving us a hint right? You know, I’m a chicken and a coward, I would've done the same if they had threatened me too. Please just be honest,”

No response, in typical fashion. 3 continued, “Tell us you had no choice but to wait for the opening to save us,”

“I’m sorry,”

“What?”

“All I can say is that… I’m sorry,”

After that, 3 pulled you all aside, with intention to discuss whether or not he should be freed. You spoke in hushed voices, and ever so often you caught him glancing your way.

“Do you think he’ll turn on us again?” 1 whispered.

“I don’t know. He looked remorseful,” 3 replied. “And if it wasn’t for him we’d all still be their slaves,”

“Okay, I think we should free him,” 1 concluded, and 3 nodded.

“What do you think?” 2 asked you and you shrugged.

“I don’t know what to think,” you replied honestly. “I can’t decide if i want to thank him or wrap my hands around his neck,”

“All of us,” 2 responded with a light laugh. “I think we should free him,”

“I’m with you then,” you smiled softly, and she nudged your shoulder.

3 went to free him, and 7 thanked the group, then stood off in the corner. Perhaps he thought he was being discreet, but in that little corner, he wiped away his tears.

“We earned so much time,” 1 pointed out, “The revolution,”

“But still, why doesn’t it feel like we won?” 3 breathed out, shoulders slumped.

“Because… they've earned so much money,”

The top floors were all confined to their rooms, minus 7, but the twist was their rooms were now free real estate, opened to any and all with a tiny wooden thing. 2 carried 8 up, and you couldn’t help the gasp at the sight of her room. 1 couldn’t even enter for a moment, and 3 displayed shock. You flopped down onto her bed, spreading your limbs starfish style at the comfort. 1 washed his face with the bath water, splashing it on 3 in the process. 2 looked in the side table, finding a phallic object inside, which funnily enough vibrated. She pressed it into your side and you squirmed, giggling and shoving her arm away.

“Ew!”

“Isn’t this what they use instead of dental floss?” 3 asked, putting the tool next to the tub in his mouth.

“That’s a bidet,” 2 commented.

You only got up when people started to talk about her money, and you stared at it with undoubtable envy.

“We could spend it all,” 3 shrugged. “Buy nice commodities. Like that bidet over there,” you laughed a little remembering his shocked face.

“Forget it, she’s no different than us. Broke and needed money outside of here,” 2 sighed.

“You’re so noble,” you responded.

“You think we should spend it?”

“You don’t have to make me feel bad about it,”

Just then, the huge chute opened, revealing the meal kits. You put the servings down, and set up the table as a group to eat. You made a point of sitting as far as possible as you could from him. That puts you next to 3. This way, there was someone between you two, and you were on the same side, so he’s unable to even look your way.

The food felt finally fulfilling, and you ate like you’ve never eaten before. You kept going till fullness prodded at your stomach, and you couldn’t hold down any more.

“Wow, that’s the first time I’ve felt full since I've gotten here,” 3 smiled.

1 sighed happily, “It’s a feast, isn’t it? You know what would make it perfect? If we could have a drink right now,”

“If only,” 3 practically drooled at the idea. ”But we can’t buy food or drinks,”

“Back in the day, I used to buy deodeok from the market, to make deodeok wine,”

You smiled, “I had a friend, he used to bring all this cheap wines from the convenience store for us to try, that ferment was my favorite,”

“You have to try it homemade! Much better than the store bought crap,”

You smiled for a moment, “I don’t know much about making beers or wines, but maybe we could buy a recipe for soju? We have plenty of water,”

1 was on the phone, he asked and well, one hundred million won. You whistled.

“That means we can buy it right?”

“I think, in my room that’s what happens when I try to buy something too,”

“That’s a lot of money, but it’s half of what she makes in just a day,”

2 leaned down and crouched, pulling the tape off of 8’s mouth. 8 yelped.

“That hurt!”

“Can we use your money? One hundred million won,”

“You can, but can’t you untie me first? I prefer tying others up, this isn’t my style,”

“No I can’t,” she muffled the protests with the tape.

One floppy science experiment later, directed by yourself.

“I feel like I need safety goggles,” you mused, setting up the flasks.

“You’re pretty good at this, were you a chemistry teacher?” 3 guessed.

“No,” you laughed out loud shortly. “But I got to meet a lot of interesting people for my job. A chemist. Had this whole thing set up in his house, but to be fair his was a lot more professional,”

“A chemist,” 2 mused. “Didn’t strike me as your type.”

“I was young, let it rest,” you giggled, and finally it was ready. You held up the clear liquid to your lips, pausing for a moment.

You closed your eyes and took a sip.

“Just to be safe don’t swallow it, spit it out after tasting it.” 3 warned but you’d already been halfway through the action, and took a disgusted breath in. “Hey I told you not to swallow, you should've spit…”

Dude.

“How’s it taste?” 1 asked.

“Sour. Really bitter,” you scrunched your face. “Like death…It’s exhilarating,”

You all laughed, and they took turns trying it. Because of your position switch to do the experiment, you were now at the head, with 7 at the end of the table.

Between them, they took sips, and complained, and laughed, and you couldn’t help but feel giddy.

“4, we should make some more of this,” 3 smiled at you, but out of the corner of your eye you saw 2 offer 7 a sip.

“Of course,” you laughed, everyone taking their seats once more.

You all watched 7 try it, he didn’t have as nasty of a reaction as the group, but to be fair, he had an affinity for the cheap crap.

“7 makes it look like it’s some expensive whiskey,” 3 laughed, and 7 let out a small chuckle himself.

“It looked like a whiskey commercial,” 1 laughed along.

“I know right!”

That night, 2 set up a little fire thing in the middle, and you all sat around on the carpet, with her up on a chair. The orange lighting was dazzling, and things felt… normal. You all ate dinner, and now had that little food coma portion of eating too much. What a reward.

“It feels like we’re camping,” 3 sighed, belly full after the dinner.

“It really does,” 1 mused.

“But no camping trips end without ramyeon,”

1 groaned, “I crave it so bad. And the soup too,”

“Would you all.. Care for some ramyeon,” 1 said after a pause.

“What?” 7 said, and everyone perked up. He got up, and came back with a pretend pot, holding it and complaining that it was hot. He set it down, and you couldn’t help but giggle.

“What’re you doing?” 2 asked.

“Quit it,” 3 chuckled.

“Can’t you see it? I added a lot of eggs to it,” he opened the lid. “Doesn’t it smell incredible? Try it, seriously, it’s amazing,” he began to pretend to eat with real chopsticks.

Eventually you all joined. The room filled with fake eating and the slurping sounds, which eventually was drowned out by chatter. You were too preoccupied with the longing for food, too focused on the image you’d concocted to really pay attention to who was talking. Until you heard a quiet ‘pop’ followed by very faint fizzing noises. Out of your peripheral, you watched 7 with a half amused half weirded out look. He extended a hand with a pretend soda inside, a stupid smile on his face.

“Vanilla,” he said quietly.

You stared with your lips slightly parted for a moment, eyes flickering from either of his. This was his attempt at trying to bridge the gap, again. But between his trembling fingers sat your all time favorite, you could see he was just as scared as you were.

“My favorite,” you humoured him, eyebrows furrowed momentarily. You could swear he sighed in relief.

You accepted it, fingers brushing his, then you hesitantly took a sip.

“You look nervous,” you whispered, he very sheepishly tried to conceal his hands.

“You’re not supposed to mention that outloud,” he said, a reference to your first date.

He pretended to pull out two glasses, and you evenly split the fizzy drink between you two. He narrowed his eyes for a moment, then ‘spilled’ it on you. You quietly gasped in shock, and he acted like he was equally stunned.

His voice was barely above a singular decibel when he spoke, “Sorry, you’re just so pretty,” you blushed slightly, remembering when he’d first said it, and the mini celebration you had afterwards. You looked away, biting your lip. You turned to face the eyes of 1, 2 and 3.

“Did he just spill his imaginary drink on you?” 3 raised his eyebrows. Your fingers faltered around the air, and you coughed awkwardly, adjusting how you sat. You wondered how much they’d seen.

2 had a quirked eyebrow.

“How’d he know it was your favorite?”

“Lucky guess,” 7 responded immediately, matching her gaze.

“Do you guys think I’m stupid?” she slung an arm across the back of her chair, tilting her head back, then down to you both again. “3 likes vanilla too. Why didn’t you offer him some?”

3 nodded very seriously, almost like he was actually offended.

“Sorry 3,” 7 laughed slightly.

“That’s fine 7, my feelings are still hurt though,” he pouted, then a moment of cogs turning later he suddenly stared at you. “When I was seeing the painting of you cat in your room, he said it’s name before you,”

You blinked twice then breathed out a small giggle, “I brought it up on an earlier day, my kitty’s very important to me,”

1 wasn’t convinced, “Then again, your portrait of him in the group painting was the most detailed,”

“Why’re we all pointing fingers suddenly?” you furrowed your eyebrows, then looked back to 7 to silently ask why he wasn’t intervening.

“Good point,” 2 said to 1, then her smirk appeared in its full form. “And you guys kissed,”

“Yeah, the king’s game,” you played coy, she pinched your arm.

“No, the other night.”

“What other night?” 7 asked.

2 chuckled, leaning back to look at the other two men. “The night 8 starved us, her and 7 stayed up late on the playsets,”

“2-”

“I came to see her,” she winked at you and rolled her eyes at 7, playfully, “And she was talking to him about them kissing,”

3 gasped, and looked between you two like he was seeing double. 1 covered his face to laugh. You huffed, turning to face 7, who was looking at you like it was your fault.

“This is just as much my fault as it is yours,”

He laughed out loud, “Hey c’mon, we’re equally to blame,”

“Nice try, this is on him,”

“We’ve met,” 7 nods finally, trying to close the conversation.

“Met?”

“On the way into the game,” he lied. “Looks like they brought us at the same time,”

You nodded along to whatever he said, trying to seem convincing.

3 raised an eyebrow, “I don’t buy that,”

“3 you and I are on the same team here,” you tried.

“Both of you slept with 7?” 2 joked and you threw a pillow at her. “If I knew someone when walking into the show, I would stand near them at the beginning. You guys actively avoided each other,”

You scowled at her, she raised her eyebrow expectantly.

“Why does it matter?” 7 interrupted.

1 ducked his head momentarily, “Just curious,”

“Isn’t it obvious?” 2 said to 1.

3 looked at 1 too, “Yeah… they’re siblings,”

You choked, trying to gather your bearings to assess what he just said. “WE SLEPT TOGETHER?”

Yu patted your back awkwardly, as you coughed. Now that you thought about it, that was totally a set up.

“Oh… so you’re lovers?”

There was a long pause, and Yu just sighed heavily, nodding. You pursed your lips.

“Were. We were,” you emphasized.

2 clicked her tongue, “Must've been awkward,”

“Tell me about it,” you groaned in response.

“You two dated?” 3 seemed to finally deep it.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Yu asked.

“Well she’s so…” he smiled brightly, doing some jazz hands, “And you’re so…” he dropped his hands and smile, taking on a serious look.

Yu let out a slight laugh, “Thank you 3,”

“Blink twice if you need help,”

“I’m fine 2. Bitter. But fine,”

“How long were you together?” 2 asked.

“Two years and four months,” he responded without missing a beat.

“How did you stand each other for that long?” she responded.

“He wasn’t this much of a pain the first time around,” that elicited a few giggles from all around, and even a small breath of air from him.

“How’d you two meet then?” 3 asked, leaning back on his forearms.

“At work. To put it vaguely,” you responded. ”Hit it off, received an email and that was that,”

“An email?” 2 giggled. “How fitting,”

“My business email too of all things,” you reminisced.

“He must've been quite the catch, an email is a very… not romantic way of communication,”

“He was,” you turned to look at him, the fire type ambience making a soft hue light on his face. He smiled, a small, shy smile.

“You guys seem very different,” 1 stated. “What do you even have to talk about?”

“I doubt they did much talking,” 2 responded. You let out a shocked laugh.

“What is your problem!”

“Saying it how I’m seeing it,”

“We had plenty to converse about thank you,”

“Like…?”

“Work,” Yu responded.

“Sounds exciting,” 3 said with a hint of sarcasm.

“Not just work,” you gave Philip a glance, then faced the light again. “Whatever couples usually talk about,”

“Why’d you two break up?” 2 asked. Your heart ached for a moment.

“No more questions your honor,”

A bit of small talk later, you yawned, laying your head back on the couch.

“How long do you… want to do this for?” 2 sighed.

“If you’re sleepy you can go back down,” 1 offered, she shook her head.

“I mean the show, shouldn’t we.. stop?

“What?” Everyone sat up again, except for her.

1 continued, “I thought we had all agreed that we’d stay until I make one billion won,”

She finally sat up, elbows resting on her thighs, “1, about that billion, I’ll just cover what’s short when we leave,” she swallowed, “We all witnessed what lengths we went to just to earn time.”

“But there are other ways to earn time,”

“They won’t be enough, all lines have been crossed, nothing is out of limits anymore,”

“Don’t you think it’s unfair?” 3 spoke with a frown, “We should use them to earn time-”

“Could you do it?”

“What? Of course,”

“Really?”

“Yes,”

“Go on then, she’s tied up and defenseless. Go get revenge, satisfy your desires, or whatever. She can’t resist,” 3 got up at the challenge, walking over to 8, who slept peacefully.

It was the utmost display of power, she could sleep in here knowing she would be uninjured. If you were tied up in a room with her and 6, you would hardly even blink. He lifted his fist, like he’d hit her, then stopped. Tried again, and couldn’t. He was just simply too good.

“Let’s leave this place as human beings,” 2 said to his shaky form, “The last chance to still have our decency,”

3 stormed out of the room, followed by 2 a little while later. 1 retreated to his room, bidding you both a good night.

You stared at the sleeping 8 for a good amount of time, before you felt Yu put his arm around your shoulders. You lifted your head.

“What’re you doing?” he didn’t respond, only continued to stare down at his other hand. Despite hating him, and his arm, and his face, and his glasses, you couldn’t remove his arm. So you left it there. In fact, you scooted closer, laying your head back on his bicep.

“Does your head still hurt?” he asked quietly, and you nodded.

“The bruise?” you yawned, and he nodded. “S’better,” you mumbled, moving to lay your head on his shoulder. “Still sore though,”

He watched you for a brief moment, before placing a soft kiss on the top of your head, then resting his on top. “How’s your cat,”

“He’s okay. Got a bit sick just before I came though. He’s with a friend,”

“The one that owned like twenty cats?”

“Bingo, but she owned like 3. And a parrot,”

“Same thing,”

“Where’d you get twenty from?”

“Her house was loud!”

“You’re mean,” you pouted.

“Sorry,” he laughed. “Just don’t feel like she liked me very much,”

“She did not,” you laughed. ”Told me to stay away from the glasses-wearing dorks,”

“She called me a dork?”

“No, I did,” you smiled, and he smiled back.

Like cold water in the morning, you remembered just how severely he’d hurt you. The coins, the punishments, the ache, the pains, the blood, the tears- the hurt. You lifted your head, getting up suddenly and dusting yourself off. He looked up at you with a pained expression, because he knew. And he knew he couldn’t do anything to soothe it.

So he watched you leave.

The group decided when the remaining time ran out you’d leave the show. So, your days were spent lounging. You took different shifts tending to each person.

5’s attitude had shifted slightly to be less apologetic and more annoyed at your lack of response to her pleading. You wouldn’t untie her, only feed and clean her, like all the rest. As much as she was technically blameless, no one knows which side she’s truly on, meaning she could free the rest of the captives if she was released. So, you kept her tied.

You all took to 8’s room for the simple luxuries. 7 and 2 kept up their hygiene by shaving, 1 did exercises to soothe his leg pains, 3 styled his hair, and you enjoyed a bath, something you hadn’t had in years. It felt great to soak in warm water with soap to leave your scent incredible for days. 8, despite being the foulest human alive, had great taste. It was pretty close to the scent you usually wore, so it really did feel like a taste of home. Cleaning your clothes was a whole other type of fancy. You and 2 did it together at one time, the boys did it together on another.

You scrubbed at a blood stain, her at her own thing, until she broke the silence.

“Was it mutual?”

“Hm?”

“The breakup,”

“2 just drop it,”

“But it’s just so puzzling. You seemed very okay with him before the whole betrayal thing,”

“I was,” you swallowed. “It was just- it was complicated okay,” you said, feeling your breathing become more shallow.

“Okay. I won’t ask again.” she responded with a soft smile, and you thanked her.

That night, you all celebrated being able to leave at the end of the timer. Hugs and pleasantries were exchanged, and everyone retreated to their rooms. It was about 7 pm, when everyone resigned.

Back in your room, you laid in bed, before your door creaked open. You got up to inspect it, the whole place felt really dingy. Some thumping came from upstairs, and you slowly followed it up. Three flights up stairs later, you put your ear against 7’s door. There was a soft thudding noise coming from inside, that continued to grow more urgent. You creaked the door open, peaking your head in to reveal Yu unconscious in a pool of his own blood. You gasped, running forward but stopping when the door slammed shut behind you. 6 stood with a maniacal smirk, holding a butcher’s knife in his hands. You froze, and he ran at you. You closed your eyes, opening them again to find yourself in your room. Safe, in bed, heaving. You tried to gather your bearings, clutching your blanket tightly as you convinced yourself you were truly alone. Your heart rate was rampant, threatening to burst through your body at any moment.

You weren’t really sure when you had put on your shoes, or left your room, or climbed the three flights of stairs, or even when you’d knocked.

All you know is as soon as you saw his face you walked into his arms. You buried your face into the harsh material of his shirt, clutching him so tightly as if he’d somehow slip between your fingers. He didn’t need to be told what happened, or why you were here. He knew. You stood in his embrace for a while, his hand gently rubbing your back, his breathing lulling you back to reality. You hiccuped, leaning your head back to wipe your tears. His arms remained.

“Sorry,” you sniffed. “Did I wake you up?”

“That’s not important, don’t worry,” he spoke softly, like he was afraid to break you.

You took in a shaky inhale, lips quivering still. You pressed your palm against his chest, for confirmation he was in fact alive, despite him clearly being so. It was irrational.

“Are you worried… about me?” he asked, tilting his head ever so slightly.

You nodded, and he smiled softly, which made you narrow your eyes.

“I’m fine,” he whispered.

“I know,” you responded almost immediately, feeling your heart rate slow down. “I still hate you,” you said and he laughed.

“Was that really necessary?”

“Just don’t want you to get the wrong idea,” you dropped your head against him.

“You don’t seem like you hate me all that much,”

“I do,”

He waited for a few beats, before he replied. “Okay sweets,”

You looked back, the time read ten. “Can you… walk me down?”

He nodded, wrapping an arm around your waist and opening the door. The walk was short and silent. You opened your room door, a sudden feeling of deja vu washing over you. You've been here before. Not here, not this place, but here. With his arms around you and his sweet words and even sweeter promises. Back when it was you two against the world, no matter how cliche that is. You held his hand when you entered the room, the familiar dread of your night terror creeping back up. Who’s to say he’ll be okay when he leaves?

“Do you want me… to stay a little?” he read your mind.

You nodded, avoiding his gaze. He mumbled a quiet ‘okay’, then walked over to your mattress. He laid down first on the outside, and you on the inside, scooting so you rested your head on his chest, hearing the rhythmic beats of his heart. You placed a hand against his chest, and he trailed his hand up and down your back.

“Still hate you,” you yawned. “Doesn’t change anything,”

“Who’re you trying to convince?” he rasped out, staring at the ceiling.

You fell asleep not long after- a peaceful, lengthy slumber. Until at sunrise, a screech woke you up.

“COME OUT HERE!” 2’s voice sounded, and you got to your feet quickly, pulling your jacket on as you left the room. You stared at the timer, it was over thirty hours more than what you last saw. You were meant to leave that night.

“It must be broken,” 3 tried as you all joined her by the pool.

“What happened?” 1 asked.

“When we went to bed, it was nine hours, somehow we gained almost thirty-nine hours. We barely made that amount when we played those games, or got tased. What kind of sick joke is this?” She turned to face the group. “Time isn’t given out for free. Did you guys do something?” no one spoke. “Huh!?”

3 replied first, “Well no, I didn’t do anything,”

“I didn’t do much of anything,” 1 added.

You refrained from speaking, which caused 2 to narrow her eyes at you and 7, “Did you guys?”

“No,” he replied. “We sat in her room for a while then I returned. We earned like an hour by accident,”

“Why were you in her room?”

“Long story,” you interjected.

“What’s going on?” 2 pulled at her hair. “Come with me,”

You all went room to room, nothing out of the ordinary, no changes, no loose ties, no leads. This was truly puzzling. You all ended up in 5’s room, staring blankly at the woman as you tried to come up with a game plan.

“We need to strip her,” 2 stated. “I need to see with my own eyes. Everyone but 4 get out,”

“Huh?” 5’s eyes widened.

When no one moved, 2 yelled again, and the men left.

While you attempted to be civil, apologise and do this quickly, 5 resisted and yelled so loud you were sure the people outside heard. She was clean though. You both left the room, and the men repeated this sequence but with 6, then you and 2 again with 8. All clean.

Back downstairs in front of the timer by nightfall. “This is so weird,” you said, pulling your jacket in tighter to yourself.

“One thing is clear, the culprit is in this room,” 2 scanned the group.

“Hey c’mon let's not point fingers,” you tried.

“Yeah, we can’t turn on each other now,” 3 backed you up. “What if maybe they felt sad that we were leaving so they gave us extra time?” he felt the stupidity by the end of the statement, and dropped his head.

“Whatever happened, it must’ve been fun to watch,” 7 said.

2 cursed at the camera under her breath.

The next morning you, again, woke up to a scream. This one belonged to 5. You all rushed to her room. You knelt down in front of the sobbing woman, with 7 on her side, and the rest of the group nearby.

“She’s bleeding,” you gasped, pulling the tape off of her mouth gently. Underneath, crimson soaked gauze. “What happened?” you took it out with a wince, “Oh!” You bit your lip, “Her tooth was removed!”

5 cried out, “This is all your fault! You should've untied me,”

“Did you see who did it?” 2 asked, and she shook her head.

“Whoever did it, did it while I slept. It hurts. God, it hurts so bad,” she cried.

You hugged her, and she sobbed into your shoulder. Using the best of your limited medical knowledge, you bought painkillers, antibiotics and wipes. Back in her room, you tended to her, gave her the pills and cleaned her up.

You stepped out of her room, heart heavy with hurt for her. You joined the trio that was 1, 2 and 7.

“Where’s 3?” you asked, standing next to Yu.

“Went to bed,” 1 replied. “How is she?”

“Better,” you looked at the room. “Hopefully the pills will kick in soon and she’ll be fine. The extraction was messy,” you shivered. “Whoever did this is just cruel.”

“You seem to know alot about it,” 2 raised a suspicious eyebrow.

“Excuse me?”

Suddenly, 3 threw his room door open, running up the stairs, “Follow me guys!”

“What?” 2 replied.

“It’s his feet!” you all followed him up.

Sure enough, when 3 pulled off his sneakers, his feet were covered in blood, and gasps were exchanged around the group.

“Someone pulled out his toe nails,” 3 gagged.

2 ripped the tap off his mouth, 6 spoke. “What’s with all the fuss?”

“Why didn’t you say anything?”

“Well it was one of you who did it to me, what’s the point?” he chuckled. “You really thought you could just leave? Things are just getting good.”

You took the more hidden staircase up, and 2 stopped a few steps before everyone, turning to the group.

“Which one of you… did this?” She turned slowly.

“2 just take a deep breath, okay?Take a moment to calm down and we’ll work this out,” 7 diffused.

“Was it you?”

“No… I didn’t hurt them,”

“You just keep lying, you really were one of them,�� she grabbed him by the collar and pushed him into the wall. “You love being here. You wanna stay no matter the cost,”

“He was with me when 6 got injured,” you spoke, pulling her off of him softly.

“You’re in on it too huh? Bonnie and Clyde, right?” you narrowed your eyes.

“I’m innocent 2,”

She didn’t seem convinced, turning to 1, “And you?”

“Huh?”

“You wanted your billion,”

“That doesn’t mean he’d hurt them,” you pleaded with her to calm down.

“So that leaves 3,” the man seemed shocked.

“No way, I couldn’t even stomach it,”

“So what? HE PULLED HIS OWN TOENAILS OUT?!” she stomped her foot.

“What if you’re just trying to throw us off your scent,” 7 raised an eyebrow.

She cocked her head to him, slowly, menacingly, “What?”

“Nevermind. Why do you care about the culprit so much? What’s important is that one of us, if not more, wants to stay, to earn more time. Shouldn’t you consider that?”

“Have you all lost your mind? We already agreed,” she scoffed. “Things will only get worse, did you forget about the torture we went through? Think for a moment,”

There was an enveloping silence that blanketed you all, she was right, things would only spiral downhill if you didn’t leave soon. Whoever did this was thinking with their pockets and not their heads. But who could it be?

She walked you back to your room, which you were sure was to make sure you didn’t sneak off to see 7. You heard some rattling outside a little while later, and stepped out to see 2 holding chains and locks. She stopped in front of you, and you both stared at each other for a while.

“Are you gonna lock me in?” you rubbed your arms.

“No. Just help me with the captives,”

The next day, you took turns going to floors 8, 6 and 5, feeding and cleaning them and such. It was quiet, just you and her together, working alone. Between shifts, you decided to just play on the playground. You took to the slide first, remembering the awful idea to slide down after voting. Then you stopped at the little metal slide, shuddering at how filthy it used to be. After that the swings, then the seesaw. You remember the night you two spoke here, and the way he smoked the smoke you exhaled, and the way your lips found each other. It was all very cinematic, that night. You sighed, staring up at his chained room.

“Sorry,” 2 broke the tense silence of the room, you hadn't really even noticed her until that moment. “For accusing you,” she sat on the other side of the seesaw.

“Oh. It’s okay,”

“Guess 7 is just who I was worried about,”

“I really doubt it was him,” you giggled. “He’s pretty squeamish,”

She smiled back, “Why was he in your room?”

You pursed your lips, then clicked your tongue. “I had a bad dream. Wanted to see a familiar face,”

“That’s kind of cute actually,”

“Shut up no it’s not, it was casual,”

“Yep, everything about having a nightmare and going to see your ex boyfriend is casual,”

You let out a breath of air, shaking your head. “I don’t have time to think about us right now. I wanna go home,”

“You and me both,” she sighed.

After you took the night shift, you hesitantly climbed down the stairs, knocking softly on 7’s door.

“Hm,” you heard his soft groan, and then his footsteps to the door.

“Hey,” you replied quietly.

“Suppose this isn’t me getting freed?”

“No,” you rested your head against the door, laughing slightly. You heard the soft thump of his head on the other side. ”How’s it going?”

“Boring. But it’s given me some time to think,”

“Yeah? About what?”

“What I’m gonna do after this crap show,”

“Probably try to forget all about it,”

“I don’t think I’ll ever be able to,” he whispered. “I could try,”

“Then what did you have in mind?”

He paused. “Thinking how to win my ex girl back,”

You giggled, “Oh yeah?”

“Yeah,” he scoffed. “Pull out all the stops. Flowers, teddy bears, vanilla soda, grand romantic gestures and all that cheesy stuff,”

“Vanilla soda,” you trailed a finger down the door. “She sounds weird,”

“The weirdest of weird.” he chuckled. “But she was cute,”

“Was she?”

“The cutest. Her and her stupid cat,”

“I’m sure her cat was actually a genius, and you’re just not on his wavelength,”

“Her cat was single handedly my biggest hater,” another pause. “He was praying on my downfall since day one. I loved her too much to tell her it should've just been put down,”

You pressed your tongue in your cheek, “Why’d you leave her if you loved her?”

He snorted, “You really wanna do this now? When I can’t even see you?”

“It’s just a question,”

“Because I was an idiot,” he swallowed. “Didn’t know what I had when I had it. I prioritised the wrong things and for once in my life had to deal with the consequences of it.” He hit his head against the door again. “She was perfect, and I really screwed up this time.”

You were at a loss for words, staring at the floor with eyes that pooled with pent up feelings. “I’m sure she’d give you a second chance. You seem like a great guy,”

“I’d be honored to be her boyfriend again,”

“When we leave this game… call me,”

“I was already planning on it,”

The next morning, 2 took the first shift, then you and her sat in 8’s room to eat together, then you took the afternoon shift. You hummed a quiet tune as you entered 5’s room. She didn’t plead, or even glance at you as you fed her, still humming your little song.

“Slept well last night? How’re your teeth?” you asked, cleaning her up.

She didn’t respond, and you shrugged, “Well, my night was pretty boring. I think 6 is being purposefully difficult for me. We’ll see how he likes it when he’s simmering in his own crap until we leave,” you giggled. “Actually scrap that, 2 won’t let me do it,” she finally met your gaze, eyes staring at you with intensity.

“Here, your antibiotics,” you gave her some, and she swallowed them without another word.

You left soon after, still just swaying gently, now entering 6’s room.

“Good morning princess,” you teased, grabbing his meal kit and sitting in front of him. He didn’t resist. “Slept well? How’re your feet?”

“You don’t care,” he rasped out, taking a bite from your hands.

“I don’t care about you as a person honestly, but that’s some pretty messed up crap,”

“How do I know it wasn’t you?”

“You don’t. You have no reason to trust me anyways, antibiotics?”

“Where’d you buy those?” he glanced at his money.

“8’s room. She’s very generous, surprisingly. I sent em down with the kits,”

“Why’re you in such a good mood?” he narrowed his eyes at you, leaning in closer. You stuffed his mouth with another bite.

“Had a good night, that’s all,”

On your way up to 8’s, you stopped at 7’s room. “Morning,”

“Good morning, 4,”

Finally at 8’s room, you faltered at the door after entering, hearing an ominous silence over the place. You tsked, deciding to walk back down the stairs to soothe your anxiety. Each step felt miles longer, “2?” you called out absentmindedly. You reached 6’s room.

“That’s weird, could've sworn I left the stop-”

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05/The Pawn.

7th floor x female reader (the 8 show)

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WC:7.5K. specific chapter warnings: Violence starvation etc, etc (it's that evil episode)

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His eyes slowly opened to some lazy strumming and a pounding headache. Judging be the things hanging from the ceiling, he was not in his room. The source of the irritating sound was a tall, blurry man sat in front of him on a chair. With all the energy he could muster up, he pushed himself to sit as he tried to recall how he got here. A moving figure in the far corner of the room, 8th floor he’d assume, sat in that obnoxious bathtub, grooming herself.

“What happened?” He groaned.

“Isn’t it obvious? You got caught.” 6th replied.

Oh yes, the king’s game.

What a mess. He shut his eyes and sighed, breathing it all in.

He tried to think of a thousand different reasons they’d keep him here, why they had held him…hostage? He wasn’t actually sure of anything at the moment. A hand from his right pressed something into his temple, and he winced as the burn set in. He glanced over to the final team member, 4th floor.

“I know you helped them to be on equal footing with us, but that’s boring. No one would watch,” He continued plucking at the strings. “It needs to pack a punch.”

“You know how the system here is. It’s designed to keep the higher floors in charge of the lower floors, so why would you go and side with them and mess that up,” He stated plainly “What are you? Some kind of limousine liberal?”

The only thing he could do was stare at the bruised man’s face, an attempt to read where he was going with this.

“We’re gonna make them a lot of money, they’ll thank us in the end.”

8th floor had put together a compilation of games, regular games, but with higher stakes and harsh penalties. 6th floor was in charge of said stakes and penalties; most games involving him directly hurting the participants. He was also the one to come up with the winner’s ‘reward’, hurting others. A layer of psychological torment to go hand in hand with the physicals of it all. They also had a plan of stripping the others of all purchasing power, breaking the phone in all the rooms and locking the main one in the square. When both of them were done explaining their twisted desires, they looked at him, as if waiting for him to speak. To find a flaw in their plan perhaps. To be fair, had there been one, he would’ve probably let it slip, giving the other floors the chance of an out. But there wasn’t, he knew 8th floor was not an easy mind to look past, plus she spent a full 3 days thinking this up. There was nothing he could do. From this position, the bad side, he could at least try to figure out a way to ruin the plan from the inside. If he chooses to play the hero now, he’d be worthless. That was the main reason he was getting on board with this, anyway. Maybe the smaller, more selfish part of him, saw this as a them or me, and he really wasn’t someone who could take that kind of pain. He thought of you, eyes fixed on the fuzzy carpet, he thought of how you’d take this. You two were just starting to get comfortable, partly his fault, and now you’ll likely never want to speak to him again.

He should’ve kissed you when he still had that chance.

He gave them a short nod, eyes unable to meet theirs.

“You need to contribute, too.” 8th hummed.

“What?” he breathed out.

“You need to come up with something we could add to make it worse, call it a guarantee. That way; your hands are just as bloody as ours.” She clarified.

The realisation of what she was asking dawned on him.

Bloody. What a vile word.

He spent the better part of the afternoon trying to come up with a weak addition, something that could be used as an out and at the same time seem cruel enough. But of course, 8th floor always saw right through him, pointing out the stupidity of his suggestions over and over again. He’d never felt so helpless, so defeated. Bested at his own battle of wits. He should’ve been harsher, lied at the vote count, turned the other eye with 4th, but he knows deep down it would’ve only delayed the inevitable.

6th floor left to execute phase one of the plan, the chute phone situation, leaving him and the other 2 women alone in the room. 8th eyed him, almost seductively.

“I like you 7th,” she leaned down infront of him, dropping her head to meet him eye to eye. She batted her eyes a few times at him, unsatisfied with his lack of reply.

“You and 5th…” She gave him a sympathetic look, had he not known better, he’d think she meant it. “What would she think, seeing you on our side.”

It was at that he realised, this was a punishment for him, too.

. . .

Worry had taken up the better part of your day, as you sat on the swingset facing the doors, hoping for any sign of him. A few hours earlier; 6th floor had made his way to the main chute when no one was paying attention and locked the phone there in a cage. He also bought himself a baseball bat and used it to batter your personal phones. So that’s where you knew him from. You were now entirely helpless, unable to buy anything to defend yourselves from whatever was to come. But your mind only stayed on 7th. Why the hell were they keeping him there, what were they doing to him? You recalled the way a little of his blood dripped down his face and hoped he didn’t see that for himself. That’s all you had, just hope. Time kept going up but you were none the wiser as to why. The mystery of it all was eating away at you. No food was delivered to quench your hunger. So you sat, and waited.

The other floors filtered back down, joining you around the swingset. You discussed theories as to what could be happening, arriving at absolutely nothing.

“I just feel bad for 7th, he was making sure we all do well. What the hell could they want with an unconscious man” you sighed.

“Maybe to get him on their side, with the chute and all, it would be difficult with him in the middle.” 1st suggested, and that actually made alot of sense.

“If that’s the case, that’s awful. He was the smartest of us” 3rd groveled, you gave him a look.

“Hey! I’m pretty smart.” 2nd replied and you shot her a smile.

It was almost 8pm now, around six hours since you last saw him. You were beginning to lose patience and considered calling it in for the night, when the door to 8th floor opened and they all came out.

Something was wrong though, 6th had his arm around 7th, a little too friendly for two people who really weren’t that close. It filled you with unease.

“7th floor, are you feeling ok?” 3rd stuttered.

“I’m going to announce how things will be from now on.” He kept his eyes straight, avoiding everyone’s questioning gazes. “We currently have 160 hours left. From now until the agreed upon end date, you will have to earn time, just as before, your goal will be 24 hours each day.”

“What do you mean your goal” you had your eyes fixed on him, looking for anything in his face to indicate- well…anything. He kept his expression rigidly neutral, no remorse, no shame, nothing. His lip was swollen from the excitement from earlier and you wanted nothing more than to kiss it better, but the current circumstances clearly would not allow something like that. “Aren’t we supposed to be doing this together?” Your voice shook a little. 8th giggled at that, hair put up in a nice ponytail to match her new outfit.

“Are you making us earn time while you guys weasel out?” 2nd challenge.

3rd tried to defend 7th in face of 2nd’s accusations but 7th was not denying anything, in fact, he went on to say;

“You can refuse if you want to, but meals won’t be provided”

“We’ll die, the show will end!” 3rd pleaded.

“No, we will not let you starve.”

That simple, to him, it was all that simple. It bothered you, how he could play both sides with no repercussions, marching around like he owns the place.

They moved through your little group to get to the chute and begin the fun. It hadn’t all set in yet, this whole predicament, you kept your eyes on him hoping that maybe, he’ll slip up.

7th called 3rd up to have the pick of the first game, hide and seek. But we had to pick a body part for some reason and you stupidly picked legs, though most of you were at a disadvantage here; 1st needing his hands for balance, 2nd being unable to see and you unable to walk. It was already clear who the winner will be. You tried to give it your best as they counted down to when they’ll seek, hopping as far as you can. You though maybe if you could just get to the stairwell. But alas, all too late. 6th had already begun seeking and determination was replace with dread, fear. He was not using his bat, but an object that clearly went with the rest of the kit they divided. It had sharp metal on the end and you shuddered, frozen in your spot as you witnessed him catch 1st floor. He found you next, but you’d given up on hiding a while ago, choosing to save whatevers left of your dignity. He approached you with a huge smile on his face, 8th trailing closely behind but her eyes were looking for other victims.

“Go on, run.” He laughed. You said nothing. His favorite target was still roaming around and he’d clearly prefer to have his fun with 2nd rather than you. So with a roll of his eyes he swung the thing across your face, leaving blood in it’s wake, then twice more for good measure, knocking you down. He turned towards 2nd and embarked on what will probably be his favorite part of the night, leaving you where you were, some blood on your cheek. With her though, he was relentless, abandoning the tool in favor of his own fists with no intention of stopping. Had it not been for 7th pulling him off of her, you would guess he would’ve went all the way. What a knight in shining armour.

Your head was wrapped tightly with some tape, compressing bruises and cuts on various areas of your face and only allowing very little area to breathe. 3rd mumbled apologies through the gag, you wished he’d just get it over with. This was the ultimate reward; less pain. And so he spun, 10 spins, and then swung. You braced for impact that never came, but it doesn’t take a genius to figure out who it was, considering 1st was on your right.

“Breathe! Breathe! He can’t breathe!” You panicked a little at 3rd’s voice next to you, hands struggling with the tape on your face after 4th undid your hands. You rushed over to 1st’s aid, getting the remaining tape off him and checking his pupils using a ray of light from the ceiling. He was fine, a little shaken up from the blow but only surface injuries. You were still at 1st’s sides when 7th spoke up again.

“26 hours from the first game is very impressive. You get one coin for every 3 hours, but as a token of gratitude, we will reward you with 9 coins. Now, please write the number of coins you want to receive on paper, if the total exceeds 9, then we will take all the coins back.”

You turned your head slowly to him. Realisation slowly dawning on you.

��So if the number is more than nine, we leave empty handed?” 1st stuttered, clutching his head.

“Yes, and you are forbidden from discussing this.”

The others turned to look at eachother, perhaps in an attempt to signal a plan.

“He’s pretty smart isn’t he?” 6th plopped down next to a smiley 8th.

That’s what hit the nail on its head.

Up until this very moment, you held your breath and gave him the benefit of the doubt. You believed that they must’ve had him under some sort of awful threat, leaving him no choice but to do this. But the money thing? Group punishment and individual reward is something none of those airheads could put together. What kind of captors allow their hostages a hand in the fun?

He came up with this.

“This is you…” you kept your eyes trained on him as you rose slowly, several pairs of eyes watching you with curiosity, and one of them in heavy amusement.

“You traitor, this is you!” His gaze only found yours for a split second, but he intentionally kept it empty and unassuming, fixing his eyes back onto the distance. You made your way to him in pure unfiltered anger.

“None of those morons could come up with this you motherf-” you were at the bottom of the stairs, only a step or two away from him when 6th put the bat at your throat, forcing you to stop.

“That’s no way to speak to your superior.” he gave a very hardened expression.

“My superior? Oh get your head outta your a-”

“Watch it.” He pushed you back to place himself between you and 7th floor, was he actually protecting him?

“I’m not afraid of you.” You scoffed at 6th, eyes boring into his.

He didn’t take you seriously, instead, he laughed. And without turning back he said;

“I can see why you like her 7th, such an entertaining thing she is.” He moved his hand to cup your cheek and you immediately swatted it away, angering him, landing you a rough kick back into the pool. You hit your head in whiplash pretty hard as you watched him sauter away back to 8th.

And dear old 7th floor? Still had his body unmoved from his position, not even sparing you a look of sympathy.

You sat in your room later that night, feeling so empty and played as you waited for the delivery of 1 meal and 1 water. Not enough calories for the effort you’re giving, that’s for sure. Tears that had collected at the corner of your eye were now flowing freely down your face.

How could you be so, so stupid. So blind. Was this the man that 2nd floor saw? No, even she had began liking him. Had he been living a lie with you that whole time? Keeping himself busy until he moved on to the next interesting thing? Were any of the moments you two shared sincere? Was it all just games within games?

The croak of the chute cut your train of thought off, opening to show 3 meals and 4 water bottles. You had wondered how they’d deliver each individual meal, seeing as taking them room to room was impossible. This sucked though. You’re going to have to consciously make the decision of taking a meal and a water knowing that 3rd, who used his brain a tad bit more than needed, will have to actively make the decision of just grabbing a water. You hesitated, he did just have the best interest of the group in mind, hurting only himself in the process. Leaving him your meal would be kind. But on the other hand, your stomach was growling, head pounding from the beatings you took earlier. 3rd had won, making the tally of times he got hit today a whopping zero. But its not like you mean to sound like you’re punishing him for winning…Maybe you’re overthinking this.

“Hurry up!” 4th floor pounded on your door, leading you to just take the decision of taking your share and moving on. You gave a quick look-over the meals, two chicken, one shrimp. Was that for you? You grabbed it anyway, deciding to mull it over when 4th was gone.

Logically, it would more likely be just a coincidence. But what if he purposefully.

What the hell are you smoking. This is not him, the beef probably just looked better today. Plus, even it it were him, what difference does it make? He’s still a lying piece of crap and a meal won’t fix that.

Plus you’re done thinking so highly of him. 7th floor. You should have guessed.

. . .

He couldn’t get any sleep, clothes folded neatly at the bedside as he lied uder the cover. The higher rooms are warmer than the lower ones, that’s why he is able to sleep like this so comfortably, the blanket helps too. His mind wouldn’t quieten as guilt and shame weighed heavy on his heart. He knew, in no way was he a victim here. In fact, he could’ve joined you, stood at your side while you tried to figure a way out, together.

But he didn’t.

Because he’s a coward.

He had taken very little risks up until this moment and, old habits die hard. The one real risk he’s ever taken was backed by his parents’ exorbitant amount of money, protecting him from any actual harm. There’s a reason why everything in his room was straightened out. A reason why his uniform seemed more pristine than everyone else’s, even if he was the only one to notice. He reveled in routine, continuity. He wasn’t the type of man to venture out to try new things. As pathetic as it sounds, you were the break from his ordinary. Bursting in with spontaneity and unpredictableness. Even if he was just referring to your constant boredom with his favourite games. You’d even unknowingly got him to start drawing again, even if it was primitive sketches. But he had no right. No right at all to be missing you in this moment, when he put a wall between you with his own two hands. And he doubts you’re missing him right now. Actually you’ve probably cussed out his entire bloodline, 3rd too. He had tried to apologise, in his own way, by hiding that meal so that he could send it to you. Now that he says it back to himself, he just feels stupid, pathetic actually. He tries to remind himself that, at the end of the day, you’re all here for money, and you’re not leaving empty handed so maybe you could look past this?

How selfish. How selfish of him to anticipate your forgiveness when he couldn’t even spare you a glance of sympathy, the mouthing of I’m sorry. Truth is, he felt if he’d met your eyes for too long his composure might break. And…And nothing, it would’ve definitely been entertaining for the upper floors, the audience too. But he didn’t want to appear like that, that’s the best reasoning he could rationalise to himself. He tried to even his breathing, willing himself into dreams where you still sat by him at the chess set, making up moves as you go.

The following day’s draw had you playing 20 questions. He sat on the playset by 6th floor, encouraging 8th to start. His eyes naturally went to you, as he’d been accustomed to for the past month or so. You had your head held down in defeat, tilted slightly to the side of your hurt cheek. It was swollen, so was the area around your eyes. You’d been crying, he felt dizzy. Today, you had chosen not to look for his eyes it seems, and he wasn’t sure if he should be happy or upset. On one hand, he wouldn’t have to run away from your looks anymore, granting him relief from last night. But on the other, knowing you, it meant that you’d given up on him, accepted him for what he is; a traitor, in every sense of the word.

2nd guessed the answer to the supid game, crowning her as executioner. It hit 3rd, and again, you rushed to his aid as soon as your restraints were undone. 4th had learned to untie you first, seeing as you were the most useful, at least that’s what he would assume anyway. 3rd had passed out, maybe because 2nd was the one swinging, and he watched from his spot as you all carried the unconscious man up to his room.

. . .

You were stuck in this cycle for almost a week, stupid games with sick twists and then spinning. So much spinning.

You screamed a little when the bat collided with the side of your head, a string of apologies spilling from 1st floor’s mouth as you tried to avoid inhaling your own blood. It was scary, terrifying even, the feeling of suffocation with no ability to save yourself. He rushed to take the constraints off your face, allowing you reprieve. You wheezed and coughed up some of the blood that managed to slip into your larynx, drops of it contrasting the white of your pants. You grabbed your chest in desperation, hoping your body will regulate things soon.

You put down the same number of coins you always do, but someone had other plans, you were now one above the limit, meaning…

“You get no coins today, if you have any coins left, you could use them. But if you don’t. I guess you’ll have a slightly tougher day.” He stated as if it were so manageable.

“A slightly tougher day?” You challenged.

Easy for him to say, he’s been stuffing his mouth and keeping his thirst quenched, sleeping soundly in no fear of what’s to come the next morning. You’d grown to become repulsed by him. Every word, every look, every move he made had you gagging. A slightly tougher day, this was not salt in an open wound, this was hot sauce. He was enjoying this, or else he would’ve kept his revolting mouth shut and took orders like a good boy.

“You can all return to your rooms now.” He half ordered.

But no one moved.

“Cmon, off you go,” 6th swung his bat around, making a point to try and intimidate you.

But still, no one moved.

“They can’t do anything if we hold here, no one go anywhere,” There was a little bit of venom in 1st’s words.

“Come to think of it, you’ve all been working hard this last week with no break, you’re bound to get angry. So, as a token of gratitude, the first person to return to their room will get one coin.” 7th floor offered.

“I’ll do you one better,” you mocked him. “Shove it up your ass.” At that he sighed, turning his head away from the group.

“All ten coins, one minute to decide.” 6th ran up to 7th floor’s side with a better bargain.

You were not weak, not stupid, not hungry enough to fall for a ploy like this. You were also smart enough to know that this will be the most united you’ve ever been without prior planning. Just pure, unadulterated hatred. But you chose to have some foresight this time around. If you hold here, keep the challenge, it would only end with that bloodied bat to each of your faces. Then what would’ve you gained? Making a statement?

You all possessed no power nor capacity to fight back. So you thought of something else and hoped the other floors will forgive you for the coming next few hours. Walking up to 6th’s hand was worse than any punishment you had that week. Admitting debility, feigning submission as someone who would’ve been the first to revolt was torture, so you hoped it would work out the way you wanted it to at the end.

Knock, Knock, Knock. You knew she’d be the hardest to convince, so you left her for last. No answer. You shouldn’t’ve indicated that it was you.

Knock, Knock, Knock.

“2nd, please open up” you whispered at her door. “I know you’re pissed, just please come out.”

You were actualy surprised to hear some shuffling. And then the door creaked open just a little bit, enough for her to bosk you way in.

“What do you want?” She looked at you with disinterest ad some anger. “Did you not already stuff your mouth and-”

“Do you trust me?”

She hesitated. Good, that means theres still a little bit in there.

“Come with me, I’ll show you what I did with the coins.” Ok that sounded like you bought a weapon or something, which is obviously impossibe since 4th is in charge of purchases.

You opened up the door to your room to reveal 1st and 3rd sat comfortably on the floor, infront of them; five plates of food and 4 water bottles. They had already began nibbling at the feast. 2nd wasted no time in finding an empty spot to cozy up in. You sat opposite to her, observing her ear to ear smile.

The food was gobbled up in all of 5 minutes, the shared extra meal really going its work of making everyone just a tad bit less starving. After it was done, you all leaned back a little, soaking up this one happy moment in the middle of darkness. They’d have to be gone soon, the longer they stay here the higher the risk is of getting caught. You thought of just sending the meals to everyone to consume on their own, but 4th being in the way made that impossible.

“You know where I think I know 6th from?” you broke the silence. “My dad used to watch baseball all the time, I think he used to be like a star player. But they kicked him off, don’t remember why.”

“Explains the bat.” 3rd smiled to himself, though he knew this was no funny matter.

“I think I know 8th floor from somewhere too,” 2nd added. “An art gallery, I think she was the artist. It was very controversial at the time, her pieces, so the gallery was free. But I may be getting her mixed up with someone else, it was a while ago anyway.”

“So they all get a second chance at this money thing while we suffer to get a single shot?” 1st scoffed.

“Who do you think 7th is then?” 3rd questioned.

Apparently that was the line crossed, cause it led to everyone's lips seeling shut. Not in thought but something else. Betrayal, anger, hurt, 7th was, at the end of the day, an ally. Or so you thought anyway.

“We need a revolution.” 1st stated plainly. That got you to sit back up.

“Did you have something in mind?” The look on his face told you he in fact did.

“On my signal, you guys ride down in the chute to my room the following morning. I’ll cause a commotion to get them to my room. Then we ambush them.”

“All together against 6th, yeah that could work” 2nd excitedly whispered.

“What would the signal be?” 3rd added.

“Hmm how about, I ask for something for stomach pain after a game. Then we carry the plan out the next day. But we have to wait till they bore of us, so that they won’t expect it.”

They all nodded to eachother enthusiastically.

“But…I can’t ride down to you.” you realised. “Never mind, I could attack him from the back or something.”

It was a plan, and what a burst of excitement that night was. You went to sleep with a semi full belly and hope for change.

. . .

He descended the stairs at the usual meet up time the next morning, finding 3rd and 1st also making their way down. 8th and 6th had been doing things that were best kept private but thankfully stopped, so that the day could go on. 4th joined a few minutes later. So here they were, him and 4th by the main chute, 8th on the merry go round and 6th swinging his bat lazily. 3rd and 1st sat at the pool, waiting for their female counterparts. There was a slight skip to their step that morning, he wondered if anyone else noticed. A few more minutes passed and 2nd sautered towards the group, seems like everyone was in a good mood today. There was a noticeable lack of you though, seeing as you usually stroll in with 2nd.

“Where’s 5th” he asked.

“She will not be playing today.” 2nd smiled a little and moved to join the others, but 6th stopped her from where he was.

“How come?” 6th question as he moved closer to 2nd slowly. She turned her body to him slightly and shrugged.

“4th.” 6th stared 2nd down. “What did 5th buy with her coins yesterday?”

“Meals and water.” She answered obediently.

“How many?”

“5 meals and-”

He didn’t let her finish her sentence before he was already storming towards the stairs, grip on the bat turning his knuckles white. 7th understood what you’d done as well, that’s why the others seem to be a little more cheerful. He was frozen in fear, hoping that maybe you bought them for yourself and still have the leftovers in your room. But he knew how unlikely that was. 6th banged on your door harshly, snapping him out of his thoughts. He ought to do something, what the hell can he do? He looked to your partners in crime, perhaps to help 2nd find an out for you, but all of them had horrified expressions fixed onto the sight about to unfold. He couldn't see from here, only listen.

A door opening, a small yelp, some conversation, something hitting a hard surface and a scream. A moment of silence, before 6 yelled again.

He watched as you ran out onto the steps, rushing down for your life. 6th emerged shortly behind you, face red and bat swinging with as much force as he could, but missing time and time again. You made it all the way to where they were, eyes frantically searching for shelter, there were none. He had his hands clasped behind his back, otherwise they’d shake and tremble uncontrollably. His jaw was clenched, teeth grinding onto each other harshly. 6th was hot on your tail, he swung, it missed, and you took the opportunity to run towards the merry-go-round. He chased you around it, over the seesaw and as you ran for the stands. Hopeless, you threw whatever objects you came across at him. There was no use in yelling for help, in begging or asking for forgiveness, and you all knew that. You made it back towards the circle of people again, this time when he swung and missed, it kicked him off his balance and he toppled on top of you, knocking you into the pool. You grunted as your back collided with the harsh floor, the air knocked out of your lungs. He watched as 6th got up from his spot to get the bat back, you tried to desperately crawl away but the fear had gotten the best of you, weakening your legs. 6th panted as he stood over you, swinging the bat down hitting you square in the abdomen, earning a sharp scream from you. He then reached down and grabbed you by the hair, tilting your face to look at the helpless audience. He then laughed, hard, and tossed the bat next to you as he got on top of you.

You clawed at his hand desperately, which had grabbed your jaw to hold your head still.

“Go ahead,” 6 chuckled, a crazed look in his eyes. “Beg,”

“Kiss my ass,” you spat at him without a second thought.

6th swung a heavy fist onto your face, colliding with your cheek.

You sputtered out a wave of fresh blood, your eyes had become unfocused.

No good deed goes unpunished.

“Wanna try again?” 6th said through gritted teeth, “Give me one good reason why I shouldn’t kill you right here, huh? Since you wanna play hero so bad,” he lifted your head momentarily to slam it back down.

You couldn’t even cry out loud anymore, choking occasionally on the bubbling blood.

“THE GAME,” He then punched again, hitting your eye. You groaned loudly and continued, “The game would end,”

7th felt a pang of fear, what if your reason wasn’t enough? What if he truly intended on taking your life in the most brutal way imaginable. 8th was on the edge of her seat, 4th holding a shaking with anger 2nd back.

“Don’t kill her,” 8th said with a smile, prancing forward as if this was entertaining- as if it was all some kind of game for her. She put a delicate hand on 6th, rubbing his shoulder in a motherly fashion. She leaned into his ear to whisper, “Just make an example out of her,”

He clenched his jaw tightly, looking around to the horrified group. She was right, by keeping you within an inch of your life, he’d be keeping their fear at just that- fear.

6th nodded, eyes flickering at your constricted eyes, that struggled to focus on anything. With a firm hand, he pushed 8th back gently. Then, his fist contacted your skull, then your jaw, and you were completely silent- at his mercy. He became addicted, hitting again, and again and again. Your face was almost unrecognisable, blood flowing for your nose down your busted lip. There was a gash on your jaw that looked like it needed stitches.

7th could only watch helplessly. This scene would haunt his nightmares for years to come, and part of him wished it was him instead beneath 6th’s arm. Though in this scenario, he knew deep down you would’ve rushed to try to help.

His feet kept him planted right where he was. 6th slowly got up off you, a victorious laugh echoing through the room. Your yelps of pain had stopped a few punches ago and as he finally got a good view of you, the world stood still. He fixed his eyes onto your torso, counting laboured breaths. Whether you were knocked out or defeated he couldn’t tell. But 6th wasn’t done, he reached for the bat, and swung at your stomach, causing you to curl in on yourself, a hand coming up to block his next hit, which landed on your upper arm. He then moved onto a kick, a process he repeated a few more times before one last satisfactory blow to your head with the bat. He didn’t have to be a doctor to know 6th had just knocked you completely out of consciousness, likely for a while too.

“5th?” 2nd hesitantly stepped towards you but was stopped by 6th’s bat.

“Did you fill your bellies last night? Huh? Had fun?” his voice got progressively louder, pushing the girl back. “Ate like kings…” he spewed out, clicking his jaw. “HUH?” His loud voice echoed through the walls.

“If any of you EVER, think of pulling a stunt like that again.” He pointed from group member to group member, “You’ll meet a worse fate. Consider this a warning.” He pulled his weapon back, stepping back and casting one final smirk at your pathetic body, then marching over to a very turned on 8th floor. She giggled when he settled next to her.

Even 4th floor had her eyes on you, scared and unmoving, mouth covered with her shaking hands.

The lower floors rushed towards you, even 1st moved faster than he ever has. 2nd was by your head, trying to clear your airways while 3rd listened to her instructions.

He couldn’t hear anything, he couldn’t hear the insults 2nd hurled at him, the panicking comments of 3, or even the celebrations from 6 and 8. There was a loud ringing in his ear, it was deafening, the only thing louder than the buzz were your soft moans of ache, desperate for any form of relief, even in your slumber. How painful is it that you can’t help but weep even when you can’t feel it?

You were carried up by 2nd and 3rd, 1st following closely behind. They all stayed inside the room

He sat down on the edge of the pool, gagging slightly at the sight of the blood, dropping his head into his hands. 4th floor sat next to him, hands on her knees, eyes fixated on the mess.

“Your idea was amazing 7th,” 8th said in a chirpy voice, “The coin system was a perfect plan, I mean look at the time! 100 hours from just that!”

“It wasn’t the coin system, it was 6th floor,” he tried to convince mainly himself.

“But if it wasn’t for you, she wouldn’t have pulled this stunt anyways. You’re a genius 7th!”

He stared blankly at the floor, only flinching when 6th patted his shoulder. 8th and 6th disappeared upstairs to her room, likely to celebrate the events that just transpired privately.

This was far worse than when it happened to 2nd, because you were outmatched from the beginning. Sure, you were more agile, more skilled and definitely smarter, but you should’ve thought of this. You shouldn’t have opened the door. Perhaps he could’ve disarmed th6, stolen his taser and beat the man bloody and bruised. But he couldn’t, because he was a coward. He was not a soldier, not a fighter, not even a survivor, he couldn't have heldhis own. But then again, neither could you, yet you still fought, in your own way at least.

Bloody. Your face was so bloody. He wasn’t sure if he was remembering it worse because of his aversion to blood or because it was you. Either way, you must be in a lot of pain right now. Maybe it was the fact that you were specifically targeted, helpless and pleading, that had bile stuck at the back of his throat till now. He’d seen you get beat up in the games before but this…was different. Every time he’d walk past your room, he’d pause to listen. There were times where you were quiet and he feared you’d died, other times where your quiet sobs pierced the chill air. He couldn’t decide which was worse to hear. He felt awful, what could he do for you now? Nothing, he knew that much. He considered trying to send something down to you to ease the pain but 6th was in 8th’s room at the moment, not that he could explain that to him anyway. So here he was. Mere hours later. Standing at your door pathetically empty handed. Tears in his eyes, as if they meant anything. These were tears of guilt. Shame. He knew, logically, the chance of you opening your door was slim to none, especially if you knew it was him. You’re probably passed out from pain right now and he’d be intruding on your moment of relief. He was being selfish, again. But he couldn’t help himself when it came to you. So he did the only thing he knew would get you to open up.

Knock, knock, knock. Three short knocks. And sure enough, you stumbled to the door and unlocked it, not bothering to check who it was before collapsing onto the floor again, leaving your back to him. You used your hands to support yourself against the ground. He shivered at the dried up blood around your room. How sad is it that the one person that could’ve helped you recover was yourself, and you were in no state to do so. His eyes lingered at the bandages, unused, but stained with blood. He saw the evidence of your crime in the corner, stacked neatly on top of each other. If he didn’t say anything soon, it would be weird.

“I’m fine, 2nd, just a little tired. And thirsty.” You croaked, voice weak. There was a short sniffle at the end of your sentence. He felt his heart shatter. He hadn’t even considered that they didn’t send you food that day. If he could just get you up to his room…

“I mean it, I’m-” You turned slowly, clearly expecting someone else, caught off guard by who your eyes saw instead. Your breaths got louder, anger threatening to spill over.

“Get out.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Get. Out.”

“I’m sorry.” He repeated a bit louder.

“Why are you doing this? Why are you here?” Your voice shook, tears glimmering slightly under the low lighting.

“I…don’t know.”

“You come to finish me off?”

“You know I would never-”

“I don’t know anything actually. Get lost.”

He took a step forward, only stopped by your tossing of an empty box at him. “I didn’t mean for any of this to happen 5th I-”

“What did they offer you?”

“Nothing I-”

“Went willingly?”

“No!”

His eyes met yours for the first time since forever, and not for a split second either, you two held each other's gaze. Teary eyes to teary eyes. Yours were pleading with him a little, to say the right thing, change my opinion of you, let me trust you again. He had nothing to offer, No sound explanation, no noble reason nor anticipatory foresight. He thought back to himself, why did he just show up.

“I just wanted to make sure you were okay.” Your expression turned blankly exhausted, coupled with a slight scoff.

“Well I’m swell, thank you for your concern.”

The silence that followed made him nervous. He opened his mouth and closed it multiple times, trying to wrack his brain to find a way to properly articulate his words.

“I want to sleep.” At his hesitation, you turned around to face the wall on the bed, giving him your back. He had nothing to say then, nothing to make it better.

“I’m sorry. I’ll go.”

He didn’t respond, only dropped his head and walked out of the room. There was a heaviness in the air that threatened to suffocate him with every step away from your room. He didn’t deserve to be forgiven, or heard, or even acknowledged, he’d once again opted for safety not humanity. While you suffered with little meals and still had the ability to share, he ate comfortably with first pick in 8th’s room.

. . .

The days went by in a blur as you limped daily to every new game. You didn’t have the facilities to check if something was broken, but if you had to guess. There was a noticeable lack of enthusiasm in the group, the only hope now being 1st’s plan. But after what happened, there was always the what if? What if it all went wrong and someone else met your fate once more? You lost the ability to speak, though there was nothing to say, you shuffled your feet from one game to the next, finding little to no energy to compete, put an effort in. You hadn’t been sleeping either, your mind too afraid to doze off lest you wake up back under 6th grip again. There was no talk of the revolution again, the excitement you starred in making the higher floors a little more on edge. 7th had attempted to speak to you again but it was futile, you wouldn’t even speak to 2nd. He now always watched you with sad eyes, remorse that you were not willing to accept from him. The days just seemed to drag on, but that was good, relatively, it meant that they were getting bored.

“It’s that prick 7th floor that kept this game so brutal.” 2nd whispered

7th floor had signaled something to 3rd on the stairs that day, clearly showing him that he knows of the plan. How he got the information is truly beyond you, considering you’ve only ever discussed it once.

“What do you think, 5th?” she looked down to your position on the steps.

“I think…we’ve got nothing more to lose”

The next day, 1st gave the signal, and you could feel your heart almost thumping out of your chest. Your injuries had gotten better, leaving only scars and bruises as a reminder, your side still hurt though, might be a fractured rib.

You descended the steps a few paces before the higher floors, granted 6 overtook you relatively quick due to your slowed movements. 7 slowed to your pace, you paid him no mind though, desperately hoping the plan would work. Finally at 1st floor’s room,

Time stood still as a, once again victorious 6th marched over to his little girlfriend to grab the taser. You were by 7th’s side, your injury rendering you useless and a liability in a fight like that. Defeated once more, and now, you didn’t even want to think of the consequences about to be conjured up.

“Hit him” 7th said from next to you, you turned to him in confusion.

“Hit him!” he repeated, louder this time, meant for 2nd floor. The taser in 6th’s hand clicked but nothing came out, giving 2nd way to knock the man out.

“My hand’s a lot better now, asshole.”

#the 8 show #7th floor #The 8 show x reader #7th floor x reader #Phillip Yu x reader #kdrama

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organic-bloodbath · 7 days ago

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Taser or Dare?

7th floor x Reader

Summary: Your group does dares to entertain the show's audience, and you get close with the guy staying on the 7th floor.

A/N: I don't know if anyone even reads the 8 Show fics here (i couldn't find anything and i'm so upset) but i got the biggest urge to write something about him 😭 reader replaces the 2nd floor here (i'll take requests please)

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You chose one of the eight balls in the box. One of you would become the King, which was the role to decide the next round's dare. Sadly, you didn't get to be the King this time either.

"I'm the King again!" 8th floor giggled.

What a surprise. She looked around all of you with a look that wouldn't mean anything good.

"Hmm, what could it be?" She tapped her lower lip with her finger a few times, thinking as if she had several options in her mind. Then, she smiled widely. "Balls 3 and 7 have to kiss. Deep kiss."

You turned your ball in your hand, the number 7 drawn on it with a black marker. You swallowed, nervous who the person with the ball 3 was, really, really hoping it wasn't 6th floor – anyone else than him.

"Oh! Like a French kiss?" 4th floor exclaimed, smiling and excited.

"I'm 3," 7th floor said.

"Who's 7?" the 4th floor asked, looking around her.

You hesitantly raised your hand, the white ball in your fist.

When your eyes met with 7th floor, your heart started instantly beating faster. His eyes widened behind those glasses which made him even more attractive than he already was. Neither of you moved at first, until he started walking towards you.

He stood now right in front of you, looking into your eyes.

"Are you okay with this?" he whispered, quiet and subtle enough that only you could hear him.

You would be able to refuse to do the dare assigned to you, but there would be a punishment for doing so – you would get stunned by a taser. 3rd floor had been the first to be stunned, and it had looked worse than what you had been prepared for.

"Yeah, it's okay," you whispered.

"Remember," 8th floor shouted. "A deep kiss, not just a peck." A wide and excited grin was spread on her face. She was having the time of her life handing her dares around to the rest of you like she owned the place.

7th floor took your face in his hands, for a few seconds looking into your eyes and shortly glancing at your lips, trying to see if you'd flinch away. After a moment, he pulled you into a kiss.

It was slow and soft at first, until he pushed his tongue between your teeth deeper into your mouth, exploring every corner. His face felt like it was shaped exactly to fit into yours, noses nestled against each other.

For a moment everyone around you faded, and you forgot you weren't alone, having six people stare at you and god knows how many more through the dozens of cameras spread around the place.

7th floor moved his hands now on your waist, keeping you close and steady against him, your hands resting on his shoulders.

You hadn't kissed many guys before, and it had been a long time since anyone touched you in any way so him kissing you was bringing butterflies in your stomach more than you had been prepared to.

8th floor squeeled excitedly and started clapping.

"How exciting!" she giggled. "We got 26 hours, good job you two."

Your cheeks turned red when you saw everyone looking at you. 7th floor let go of you, not saying anything. Both of you glanced at the red numbers, the time now higher than before, and returned to your previous spots.

"Well, that was quite intense," 5th floor whispered when you had returned to her side.

"Shut up," you mumbled.

You glanced towards 7th floor who was looking at your way but turned away instantly when you made eye contact with him.

Had he liked the kiss? It had felt like he was into it but did he make the kiss that passionate just to be able to get as many hours as possible? Was he only acting or was the kiss genuine? It was just a dare among others, nothing else.

After couple of rounds, it was again 8th floor's turn to be the King. It couldn't be just pure luck that she was chosen over and over again, the game had to be rigged somehow. You hadn't had a turn to be the King even once, though you didn't know what kind of dare you'd even assign to people.

"Alright, now... i want ball 2 to touch ball 1 under the shirt," 8th floor smirked and bit her lip.

Your face was burning up, the number 1 drawn on the white plastic. God, how much you wanted to disappear right now and wished that 8th floor would get kicked off her throne at least once.

"So, who's got 1 and 2?" 8th floor grinned.

7th floor slowly lifted his hand in the air, not looking excited at all.

"And where do we have ball one, hm?" 8th floor repeated, scanning the group with her narrowed eyes.

You awkwardly lifted your hand as well. "Um, it's me."

7th floor turned his head towards you, his eyes wide and cheeks pink too.

"Ah, how interesting to pair you up again," 8th floor gasped, then biting her lip. "Now, don't be shy."

You sat on the swing, straightening your back and taking a deep breath. 7th floor arrived next to you, standing with his gaze on his feet and debating in his mind what to do. He had never been a groper and wouldn't be now either.

You were dying of the waiting. 7th floor was staying still next to you, not making any attempt of reaching his hand towards you. What was he thinking?

"I'll take the taser," he announced after a long silence.

Your eyes widened as you turned your face towards him. He was avoiding eye contact with you.

"It's no problem, really, just get it over with," you insisted, not wanting to hurt him with a damn taser. "You have my permission."

But 7th floor could see how nervous you were at the moment, leg bouncing and nail scratching a piece of skin off on your thumb.

"I'm not that kind of guy," he stated, now having a direct eye contact with you, a kind look in them which made your heart skip a beat.

You appreciated him for being a gentleman but still you couldn't help but feel a little disappointed. He had seemed to be into kissing you just a moment before, was he now regretting it and not be into you after all? No, it had been only a dare, he wasn't actually into you.

Stop overthinking, you thought.

He took his place above the slide, staying on his knees in front of you. You were holding the taser in your shaking hand.

"I don't want to hurt you," you said quietly.

"It won't do any permanent damage," he promised. "It's alright."

You took a deep breath, never having done this before to anyone. This was the first time you even held a taser in your hand.

Okay, just get it over with, it'll be fast.

"Come on, what's taking so long?" 6th floor groaned, getting frustrated of the waiting.

You quickly pressed the taser on 7th floor's neck before you'd hesitate any longer, sending a shock through his body and completely paralyzing him.

"Oh my god," you gasped in panic and hurried to his side, but of course he was unconscious.

You carried him back into his room with the help of 3rd floor to let him recover in peace, while 5th floor started mopping the slide and floor clean.

Tasing 7th floor had earned 34 hours for you. The audience loved violence.

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You returned to your room when it had gotten late and sat on the floor against the wall, pulling your legs against your chest.

You brought your finger up on your lips, imagining the kiss you had shared with 7th floor. It had made your heart flutter and want to kiss him longer, but having everyone stare at you made you a little anxious.

For him, surely it had been just a dare to earn more time, and that stung your heart. When it had been time for your second dare together, the expression on his face had looked disgusted – at least that was what you had figured out it to be. Uncomfortable, anxious, some negative emotion anyway.

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door which scared the crap out of you. Everyone had already gone back to their rooms so you weren't prepared for any company. It would be midnight in about half an hour.

You got up and opened the door, finding 7th floor standing in front of you. His hands were clasped behind his back and gaze on the floor for a moment, until he lifted his face to look at you in the eyes.

"Um, hi?" you mumbled. He was alone, nobody else around him.

"May i come in?" he asked nervously.

"Why?"

"I'd like to talk to you about one thing privately," he explained.

"You should go back to your room, it's midnight soon," you said, wanting to get him out of your sight right now. You were too embarrassed of the things that happened and didn't happen between the two of you during the dares earlier that you wouldn't know what to say to him.

"It won't take long," he assured you.

You let out a sigh and opened the door a little wider, letting him come inside and closing the door after him.

Neither of you spoke for what felt like forever but what was probably not more than a minute.

"I just wanted to talk about what happened earlier," he said.

"It was just a dare, what's there to talk about?" you asked but felt your voice trembling a little. You really didn't want to go back to the moment of him rejecting you.

He looked a little awkward and nervous, not sure how to form his words correctly. He took a step closer to you, and you had an automatic urge to take a step back in sync but stayed on your spot.

"I hope i didn't make you too uncomfortable. During the dare." There was a sincere worry in his voice.

"It's alright. You didn't even do the second dare anyway." You shrugged, trying to act all nonchalant, but he seemed to be able to see right through you.

He furrowed his eyebrows in confusion.

"I didn't do it because it felt disrespectful, being in front of everyone," he explained.

So, if we had been alone, you would have done it, you thought but didn't dare to say it outloud.

"I see," you mumbled, getting this warm and giddy feeling inside your stomach. "Well, i felt bad that you had to get tased."

"I'd rather take a little shock than put you on the spot like that," he admitted.

"Well, i do appreciate that," you said, a little smile rising on your lips. He'd rather get hurt than get too touchy with you in front of everyone, purely respecting your boundaries.

"And, uh," he continued. "I apologize if the first dare made you uncomfortable at all."

"It didn't," you said, though a little too fast. "I mean, it got us 26 hours, right?"

That was larger amount than what you had expected for one kiss, the audience must have enjoyed it as much as you did.

"Yeah, right," he mumbled. "But, um. Was it good?"

"What?"

"Was the kiss good?" he repeated.

"Oh, uh, yeah of course," you stuttered. "It was good."

"I'm glad to hear that," he said, letting himself smile a little too.

"Was that all you came to ask me?" you asked. "Wanted me to give you a review of the kiss, hm?"

"Not entirely," he replied, seeming a little nervous the way he was avoiding eye contact with you at first. "I was thinking if i could, perhaps, do it again? Now without everyone else staring at us."

"You want to... kiss me again?"

"We don't have to," he hurried to say. "Don't feel pressured. I just, i liked it and... i'd like to do it now that it's just the two of us."

"Technically, we're not alone now either, since we're being filmed," you reminded him, pointing at the several cameras in the room.

"Cameras are easier to ignore," he said, stepping now right in front of you and looking into your eyes. "If you want me to back off, just tell me and i'll leave. We can pretend that this never happened."

You wanted to kiss him so badly. You wanted him to touch you, to do things to you which you would want nobody else to witness but you didn't dare to make the first move. You glanced at his lips, nervous if he was actually serious. 7th floor didn't seem like the type of man who would joke about something like this.

He carefully lifted his hand to cup your cheek, the contact of his skin on yours sending sparks through your face.

"May i?" he whispered.

You swallowed and nodded, giving him a permission to lean in and press his lips on yours, taking you into a sweet and gentle kiss. You moved your hands to the back of his neck, his hands finding their way on your waist to pull you closer to him.

The first kiss you shared during the dare had been amazing, you had loved every second of it, but it had felt like both of you were holding back a little because of everyone else's stare at you. Now that you were alone, you felt so much more free to do whatever you wanted.

The kiss was gentle and careful, like he was unsure how much pressure was okay to put on your body.

He pulled away sooner than you would have wanted, though not letting go off your waist.

"How was that?" he asked, brushing a strand of your hair behind your ear.

"A little too short," you said quietly, not sure what words would make him kiss you again.

He glanced at your lips again, pressing his lips back on yours harder than previously. The kiss was now deeper, his tongue finding its way to explore your mouth.

He slightly lifted the hem of your shirt and put his hand on your bare skin, slowly sliding it up among your back. The contact on your skin made you gasp and sent goosebumps all over your back.

He pulled his head away again, afraid what would be the point of crossing the line.

"I'm-"

"You want to do the second dare now?" you asked, lifting your eyebrow and feeling now braver than before. His cheeks turned slightly pink. You found it adorable how careful and hesitant he was being with you.

"I wouldn't want to cross the line and make you uncomfortable," he replied nervously and swallowed.

You grabbed his hand and pressed it back on your waist.

"It's okay, i... i don't mind," you let him know and pulled a comforting smile on your lips.

You turned around so that your back was against his chest. His hand was resting against your stomach until he slowly grabbed the hem of your shirt and put his hand under your shirt, resting it on your bare stomach. You flinched of his cold touch, and he was about to pull his hand away, but you gently grabbed his wrist.

"Your hand is just a little cold," you mumbled, stretching your neck to look into his eyes which were starting to be filled with lust.

He pressed his lips on the side of your neck, making you tilt your head towars your right shoulder to give him a better access to pepper kisses on your skin as he continued bringing his hand up your stomach until he reached your bra, stopping right under your breasts. A sigh escaped your lips when he started sucking on your skin a little harder, gripping your left hip with his other hand.

He hesitantly rested his hand on your left breast, brushing his thumb against the fabric of your bra.

7th floor eventually pulled his face away but kept his hand on your breast. You turned your head to look at him over your shoulder.

"Was that alright?" he asked, moving his hand to rest against your heart, arm still under your shirt.

"More than alright," you admitted.

"Your heart is beating really fast," he commented, furrowing his eyebrows and sounding worried. "Do i make you nervous? Did i go too far?"

"No, no," you hurried to say. "I mean, a little nervous, but in a good way. I, i liked it." You swallowed the lump in your throat.

He took his hand out of your shirt, letting go off you.

"I think we should sleep, it's late," he said.

He noticed how your face fell and disappointment covering your face.

"We can continue this tomorrow if... if you want to," he hurried to say.

"Yeah?" A smile rose on your lips. "Good night, 7th floor."

"Good night, 2nd floor."

Before he could leave, you pressed one more kiss on his cheek, making him smile a little too.

With that, he returned to his room, four floors separating you.

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"Guys, how did we gain 40 hours more overnight?" 4th floor asked next morning, the others around you confused too.

You glanced at 7th floor who was already looking at you. A small smile crept on his face as he looked at his feet.

#the 8 show #the 8 show imagine #the 8 show x reader #7th floor #7th floor x reader #7th floor imagine #phillip yoo #phillip yoo imagine #phillip yoo x reader #phillip yu x reader #phillip yu imagine

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sleepysloth99 · 9 months ago

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PUBLIC SERVICE ANNOUNCEMENT!!!!

I have a new fandom to write for! The 8 Show! Specifically.... 2F x Fem!Reader! Little reminder that I write WLW romance, MLM romance, all the flavors of LGBTQ+! So don't be scared to drop in a request! Whether it's aroace, nonbinary, trans, whatever! All are welcome! Taste the rainbow mfs!🌈🏳️‍🌈

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techno-danger · 1 year ago

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HES A DUCK!!! HES A FUCKING DUCK I KNEW THAT WAS HIS TRUE ANGEL FORM!!! I THOUGHT THAT WAS JUST A REGULAR BIRD AT FIRST BUT NO MY PRAYERS HAVE BEEN ANSWERED!!!

DUCK LUCIFER!!!

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theboyisbckly · 7 months ago

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so babygirl coded like y’all don’t understand

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bullet-prooflove · 4 months ago

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For your three thing prompt game: Evan Buckley - mistletoe, lingerie, fire

Tagging: @kmc1989 @mckinleysbones @sophiah2253 @whitemanshoe19 @qutequeersstuff

The fire starts because of an errant piece of lingerie, a pair of panties to be exact.

Red sheer, barely there.

Evan had no idea they could cause so much damage.

He’d stripped the underwear off you, tossed it to one side and directly onto one of those candles you had burning in the mistletoe wreath on the kitchen table for a little mood lighting.

“This is entirely on you.” You tell him as you both sit on the back of the ambulance in a turnout coat and very little else, watching as the flames consume your roof.

You’re fortunate that Hen had taken pity on you and your virtually see-through nightdress, the one you’d been wearing when you’d realised half of the house was on fire.

“You could say this started because you were ‘too hot to handle’.” Evan says as he pulls the oxygen mask away from his features and despite this whole nightmare of a situation you have to laugh because this shit, it couldn’t happen to anyone else.

“You know…” Evan says, his hand seeking out yours, fingers entwining. “You always have a home with me until we can sort things out with the insurance.”

“That’s a big step Mr Buckley.” You say as his thumb traces over the tattoo on your wrist, the one of three tiny geometric mountains. “Asking the woman you’re seeing to move in.”

“The woman I love.” He corrects you and you smile because he’d said that for the first time tonight, right before he accidently set fire to your house.

“Alright.” You concede, squeezing his hand lightly. “If you want me, you can have me.”

“I do want you.” He says the edges of his mouth tipping up as he gestures towards the house. “That’s what started this whole thing in the first place.”

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elihermit · 6 days ago

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let’s ruin the friendship

— part three (part one | part two)

pairing: Evan “Buck” Buckley x fem!reader

summary: after a big fight with Buck, which led to a breakup, your life has completely changed. But Buck always finds a way to find you.

word count: 2,3k

author’s note: you guys… I had a lot of stuff to do, but I’m finally continuing this series and thank you so much for waiting! I hope you like it🫶🏼

p.s. requests are open🫧

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Three months have slipped by, each day a testament to the choices you made. It has been three months since you asked Bobby to transfer you to another firehouse, three months since you packed your belongings and moved into a new apartment, and three months since you changed your phone number — all in a bid to make Buck understand the weight of your departure from his life.

Yet, a flicker of hope lingered within you, a stubborn ember that refused to be extinguished. You held onto the hope that he might take action to reverse your decision to break up. But as the days turned into weeks, it became painfully clear that he had accepted your choice. You hadn’t heard a word from Evan, but to be honest, you hadn’t sought any news about him either.

When thoughts of Buck invaded your mind, they brought with them a tempest of emotions. Anger simmered within you, fueled by the fact that he had taken away your job and your friends without so much as a suggestion to transfer himself to another firehouse instead. You felt a deep sadness, mourning the relationship he had shattered with his own hands. And you were hurt, acutely aware that he still occupied your thoughts, filling your quiet moments with doubts about the wisdom of your decision.

But deep down, you knew it was the right choice. You refused to endure a relationship where you felt invisible, where you were relegated to the shadows, always feeling like a secondary choice in his life. You understood that there is no force more powerful than a woman in all her weakness. So, you seized the opportunity to reshape your life into the one you had always envisioned.

You welcomed a dog into your life, fulfilling a childhood dream. It felt like the perfect time to make that leap. Your new companion became a beacon of joy, always waiting for you at home, reveling in every moment spent together, gazing at you with eyes full of devotion, as if you were the most dearest person in the world. This was the connection you had longed for with Buck, yet it had eluded you despite countless conversations.

On this day, your day off, you decided to bask in the sun with your dog at the park. The skies were clear and bright over Los Angeles, and the thought of staying indoors felt unbearable.

“Alright, sweetie, are you ready for a walk?”

You knelt down, affectionately petting your dog’s head. The joyful bark in response signaled that it was time to venture out.

Time slipped away unnoticed as you wandered, three hours passing in a blur, with no intention of returning to your apartment. Seeking a moment of respite, you unfurled a blanket beneath a tree, settling into the cool shade.

As you sat there, your thoughts drifted back to the past. Parks had been a sanctuary for you and Evan, a place where you could stroll for hours, discussing dreams and aspirations. You felt a wave of foolishness wash over you for having believed in those moments. The ringing of your phone jolted you from your reverie. It was Hen, the only one you had kept in touch with since your transfer.

“Hey girl, what are you up to?” Her voice brought a smile to your face.

“Hi! Not much, just enjoying a day at the park.”

“Are you at Balboa Park?”

“Are you psychic?” You turned, scanning the area for her.

“No, we’re all here, and I was hoping you’d want to join us.”

“Hen, I can’t.”

“Buck isn’t here.”

She knew exactly what to say. You had told Hen everything about your breakup, and she had never pressured you to talk to Buck or your former colleagues. She understood your need for distance.

“Why not?”

“He mentioned he had some things to take care of. I didn’t pry. So, are you coming?”

“Yes, I’ll find you.”

Getting up from the blanket and feeling the warm wind on your skin, you took your things and went in search of your former colleagues. You still considered them as a family, they gave you that feeling of a supportive team at work that you've been looking for for so long. The absence of that warmth with your new team weighed heavily on your heart, leaving you feeling a twinge of sadness with each shift.

Nervousness fluttered in your stomach; it had been a while since you last saw them. Would they be happy to see you? What would they think? Would there be an awkward silence that made you wish to vanish?

But as you approached, that anxiety melted away.

“(Y/N)? Am I dreaming? Come here!” Bobby was the first to spot you, enveloping you in a fatherly embrace that you had missed. “I’m so glad to see you! How have you been?”

“I’m good, just happy to see you all,” you replied, pulling back with a beaming smile.

“And who’s this little guy?” Bobby knelt to pet your dog.

“This is (Y/D/N). Be careful, he has a tendency to attack with kisses.”

As Bobby lavished affection on your dog, you felt a familiar presence beside you. It was Eddie.

“Hey (Y/N), it’s so good to see you. The firehouse feels empty without you,” he said, pulling you into a warm hug. “By the way, I’m on your side,” he whispered, and your heart swelled. You needed to hear those words.

After exchanging hugs with everyone, you settled at a table, sharing stories of the time that had passed. It felt so good to reconnect, to bridge the gap that had formed, and for the first time in months, you felt like part of the family again.

As the evening wore on, groups began to form, and you found yourself lingering with Eddie.

“You know, I…” he started, pausing for a moment. “I really miss having you around, and I hate that Buck broke your heart like this.”

You smiled, but your eyes betrayed the truth. No matter how much you wanted to deny it, every fiber of your being longed for Buck. Why couldn’t he hear you? Why couldn’t he do everything right and work with you? These questions haunted you daily.

“I hate that too, Eddie,” you sighed. “Has he gone to therapy?”

“He has, and he’s changing, but… is it enough?” Eddie asked, a knowing smile on his face.

“It’s not.”

The truth was that one action alone wouldn’t suffice. If he wanted to come back, he needed to demonstrate real change through tangible actions. Flowers, gifts and dates would merely be drops in the ocean. What you craved was stability and the assurance that, in times of crisis, he would seek solace in you rather than retreat.

As the sun began to set, you started to gather your things, the evening creeping in on Los Angeles, signaling that it was time to head home.

“Guys, I thought you’d be here longer. Are you leaving already?”

You froze. It was Buck. You exchanged a glance with Hen, who looked equally stunned. Why was it that whenever you wished to avoid him, the universe conspired to bring him back into your orbit?

In that moment, you wished for the power to sink into the ground or become invisible. You weren’t ready to face him again; the wounds were still too raw. You longed to hide behind someone, but Buck had already spotted you.

“(Y/N)?”

Tears threatened to spill as you heard his voice, soft and tender, after so long. The way he said your name sent your heart racing, and you felt as if your legs might give way beneath you. For fuck sake, you still loved him deeply, but the resentment was a formidable barrier.

“Guys, I have to go. It was really nice to see you all.”

You couldn’t think of anything better than to take your dog and flee. God, you were acting just like him — running away like a coward. Why was it so difficult to meet his gaze with confidence?

“(Y/N), please wait.”

You heard Buck’s voice behind you, but you didn’t stop. You had nothing to say, and you didn’t want to hear what he had to say.

Just as you neared the park’s exit, he caught up to you, gently grasping your elbow, but it was enough to stop you. Your breath quickened, and you stood frozen, unable to move. His eyes, filled with a myriad of emotions, bore into yours, and tears streamed down your cheeks, burning as they fell.

“Please let me go,” was all you could manage to say.

“I can’t. I already did that once,” Buck whispered, his voice laced with desperation. You still couldn’t bring yourself to look at him.

“Do you think that if you ran after me now, everything will magically change?” – finally, you met his gaze, and anger surged within you.

“Of course not, (Y/N). I couldn’t find you for three months. Where have you been?”

Sadness clouded his eyes, a kaleidoscope of emotions swirling within. For a fleeting moment, you felt a pang of sympathy, but you quickly steeled yourself. It shouldn’t be this easy for him.

“I was avoiding you, Buck.”

He chuckled, a sound tinged with understanding. It was a truth he couldn’t dispute.

“I support your decision. After all, it was me who fucked it all up.”

You stood there, heart racing, caught in a whirlwind of emotions. The sun was setting behind the trees, casting long shadows that danced around you both, as if the world itself was holding its breath, waiting for what would come next.

“Why did you let me go?” you asked, your voice trembling. “You could have fought for me. You could have shown me that I mattered.”

Buck’s expression shifted, a mix of regret and determination.

“I thought giving you space was what you needed. I thought… I thought I was doing the right thing. But I was wrong. I should have fought harder. I should have shown you that you were everything to me.”

You shook your head, tears spilling down your cheeks.

“You don’t get it, do you? It wasn’t just about avoidance. It was about us. I felt invisible, Buck. I felt like I was always second to everything else in your life.”

“I know,” he said, his voice low and filled with pain. “And I hate myself for making you feel that way. I’ve been going to therapy, trying to understand why I pushed you away. I’ve realized that I was scared —scared of commitment, scared of being vulnerable. But I can’t keep running from my feelings. I love you, (Y/N). I’ve always loved you.”

The weight of his words hung in the air, heavy and electric. You wanted to believe him, wanted to feel that familiar warmth that had once enveloped you both. But doubt gnawed at you, a persistent whisper reminding you of the hurt.

“Love isn’t enough, Buck. It has to be backed by actions. You need to show me that you can change, that you can be the partner I deserve.”

“I will,” he promised, stepping closer, his eyes pleading. “I’ll do whatever it takes. Just give me a chance to prove it to you. I can’t lose you again. Not like this.”

You searched his gaze, looking for the sincerity you so desperately needed to see. The vulnerability in his eyes, the way he stood before you, raw and exposed, made your heart ache. You remembered the laughter, the warmth, the way he made you feel alive. But could you really trust him again?

“Three months, Buck. Three months of silence. I thought you didn’t care.”

“I did care. I was just… lost. I didn’t know how to fix what I broke. But I’m here now, and I’m ready to fight for you. Please, let me show you how much you mean to me.”

The sun dipped below the horizon, painting the sky in hues of orange and pink, and in that moment, you felt a flicker of hope ignite within you. Maybe, just maybe, he was right. Maybe he had changed.

“Okay,” you said, your voice barely above a whisper. “But it won’t be easy. You have to be patient with me.”

“I will,” he vowed, his eyes shining with determination. “I’ll wait for as long as it takes.”

As you stood there, the world around you faded away, leaving just the two of you in that moment. You felt the tension between you shift, the air thick with unspoken words and lingering feelings. Slowly, you reached out, your fingers brushing against his. It was a small gesture, but it felt monumental.

“Let’s take it one step at a time,” you suggested, a tentative smile breaking through your tears.

Buck’s face lit up with a mixture of relief and joy. “I can do that. I’ll show you that I’m worth it.”

And as you walked away from the park together, hand in hand, the weight of the past began to lift. The road ahead would be challenging, but for the first time in months, you felt a sense of hope. You were willing to give him another chance, and perhaps, in time, you would find your way back to each other — stronger and more in love than ever before.

Yet, as the days turned into weeks, the shadows of your past began to creep back in. Old insecurities resurfaced, and the fear of being abandoned again gnawed at your heart. You found yourself questioning every little thing — every late-night text, every moment of silence. Was he truly committed, or was he just saying what you wanted to hear?

Then came the night that changed everything. You were curled up on the couch, scrolling through your phone, when a notification popped up. It was a message from Eddie, but it wasn’t just any message. It was a photo. A very controversial photo.

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awoogayanderes · 8 months ago

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CHAPTER FOUR : NINE HOMO SAPIENS

➪ sypnosis : the nine of you come together for the first time to discuss the basics of this game

➪ other notes : i’m so sorry for the very late updates, it’s just been so hard to balance out my life lately and find inspiration to write, BUT I REFUSE TO LET THIS STORY DIE OUT !!! ( non edited sorry :P )

➪ between the floors masterlist

“sorry, do any of you know where I might happen to find a bathroom here ?” 3rd floor k-pop guy said. you didn’t need to go yesterday but right now, being able to just urinate would mean everything to you. “there’s no pisser,” 2nd floor blondie says. your eyes widen, do they just expect all of you to hold your bladder ? 2nd floor goes to the hot dog stand throwing a hotdog at third floor, but it was plastic.

2nd floor blondie goes to tap the other stands. “nothing is real, everything is plastic,” you walk up to the several stands just to confirm, she was right, everything was just fake, like a movie set. everyone checks a different area, no other doors opened, there was just nothing. “so does this mean the bathrooms are fake too ?” 3rd floor k-pop guy says. “i’m afraid so,” 7th floor glasses responds, sighing.

“It seems they must have removed the existing plumbing.” he continues. “what’s the point of putting so much effort in all of this if they can’t even provide basic plumbing for us,” you say, crossing your arms. “same goes for our uniforms, they look classy at first, but there's no real substance,” 7th floor says. “they could've at least given us real pockets, it’s so silly. they’re just outlines,” 5th floor says.

“i didn't know where to put my key so I thought maybe... sticking it in my boxers was the best choice for now.” you can’t help but smile at 3rd floor’s honesty. you had put your keycard in the strap of your bra.“but, uh, what do we do without toilets ?” 4th floor white knight asks. “you know, i figured we'd just be here for a day. So I bought those waste bags that campers and truckers use.” 1st floor says.

“You leave it in your room ?” 4th floor asks. “well, we can't take anything we buy in our rooms outside, so I guess so. so that means we'll just be buying them each day. plus, they all cost way more than normal,” that’s when your eyes widen. “wait you already bought stuff ?” you ask. “you haven’t ?” 8th floor ray of sunshine asks, his face in surprise. “no, i didn’t want to risk anything,” you respond.

there’s a sense of embarrassment you have, thinking that you had this game figured out, obviously not. “nevertheless, we might not have to follow that course of action. there is another way.” 7th floor says, looking at the clock behind him. "’items to be used outside the room can be purchased in the square via the intercom in the common area. a special rate will still apply.’ rule book, second paragraph, somewhere on the fourth page.” 7th floor continues.

did he…did he memorize the rule book ? “are you sure we should buy stuff together ? what if it's even more expensive in the square ? what’s the rate ?” 4th floor asks, it was a bit nerve-wracking. “we know that the rate in our rooms is multiplied by a hundred, which means the showrunners don't want us to access too many resources.” 7th floor replies, it’s almost eerie how he has this figured out.

“anything we buy in our rooms has to stay there, or we'll be penalized. and there's a big delivery chute here. therefore, i’m going to assume they want us to buy things together.” yeah, for sure eerie. “well, maybe we should buy something, then. it’ll be like a test.” 5th floor suggests. “do we have to ? i’m kind of scared. what if we pay a ton, but we don't realize it ?” 4th floor white knight replies.

“we could try something small, something you can find at a corner store,” you suggest. “how about we all take a vote on it ? it’s only fair. what do you think ?” 7th floor says, you nod in agreement. “why waste time doing a damn vote ? let’s just try it.” 8th floor ray of sunshine says, before any of us could react, he walks up to the phone. “malboro reds, down to the square. a lighter, too.” he says.

“what the hell ? the fuck you think you're doing, dude ?” 2nd floor speaks up. “what ? we were gonna buy shit anyway.” 8th floor ray of sunshine replies. you suck in a breath, scared of the outcome. just a few seconds later, the chute opens, revealing a lighter and a pack of cigarettes.“oh ! the time just went down. as soon as we got the pack, the scoreboard blinked, and it changed.” 1st floor says.

“how much did it go down ?” 7th floor asks. “it was 30 minutes, now it’s 28.” only two minutes ? “that means in the square, we purchase items with time itself, not money, like in our rooms.” 7th floor says. you partially regret not buying anything your first night. “how much do a pack of Marlboros and lighter ?” 7th floor asks. “five thousand. malboro reds are 4,500 won, a lighter is 500 won, so 5,000.”

3rd floor’s response was quick, he was probably a heavy smoker to remember the exact prices. well you had no right to judge. the group then discusses whether or not your personal money was spent. 4th floor white knight runs down the stairs, screaming “the price money’s the same !” you wonder if it would have made a huge difference, there was a ‘special rate’ but you hadn’t bought anything.

“then, using the share chute, we can buy everything we need,” 1st floor says. “and when the time runs out ?” 8th floor sunshine says as he started smoking his cigarette he had just bought. “i don’t think they’ll give us more time on a whim once we run out of it,” you say. “if we blow it all on shopping sprees, it’ll go too fast and the show’ll be over,” sunshine states. “that’s correct,” 7th floor says.

“…but when i look around and see the size of this place, and the prize money…i doubt they built all this just to kick us out after a day or two,” he continues. “rich people hate spending money, though.”whilst 2nd floor was right, money creates money. “but once you have everything you need and want in the world, what else can you spend money on ?” you ask. “shit. my ass is too poor to think that way,”

“first off, i think we should sit down as a group, and discuss what to buy, only the essentials okay ?” 7th floor diverts the attention back onto what’s important. seems like he’ll be the brains here. you want to die during the long minutes you guys discuss what to mutually buy. body lotion ? no. pillows ? no. pens and paper ? no. sanitary pads ? well that’s a necessity all women need.

“what about buckets ? they can be like makeshift toilets,” you propose. 7th floor looks at you before nodding. “i agree,” finally, you all decide the products you’d buy together. nine plastic buckets, nine rolls of toilet paper, five packs of pads, five garbage bags, five packs of cigarettes. “then these are our toilets ?” third floor asks. “yeah,” third floor runs off frantically.

and with that everyone scatters to their business, you’re immediately relieved when you urinate into the bright colored bucket. when you open your door and peek out, there’s no one outside. there’s almost an eerie feeling to it, none of you really knew what was going on. how is the group supposed to get more time ? you close the door, sighing. you look at your increasing scoreboard, time is money.

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the-ate-show · 2 months ago

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✭・.✫ When you call

"You're so beautiful when you hate

the world," ・。.:･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ✧

˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗ The 8th show; 7th floor x female!reader

Warnings: any bad thing that happened in the 8 show likely happens here, etmophobia, suicide, EX LOVERS!!!, highkey a crack fic because I got carried away, long chapters, ps: you're 4. let's see how this will play out lmao, ALSO I don't use Y/N

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Summary: Knees deep in debt, fallen from stardom, and freshly single, you get the opportunity at a second chance when a mysterious text offers you money you could only imagine. Now, with 7 other strangers in a strange realm of sick games and twisted truths. And worst of all, a familiar ghost is back to haunt you. Welcome to the 8 show.

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00:01: A Cent for every Dollar 00:02: Jealousy's a Green Eyed Monster 00:03: Epiphany 00:04: Skin & Bones 00:05: Machiavellian 00:06: Moth to a Flame 00:07: The Muse 00:08: Fortuity

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limolib · 1 month ago

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06/Are we still friends?

7th floor x female reader (the 8 show)

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WC:6.1K. specific chapter warnings: violence, arguing, some fluff, anger, blood, missing toes & teeth.

A/N: So sorry for the delay, it can and will likely happen again cause uni has been beating the hell out of me xx

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It was over. It was finally over, the pain, the suffering, the hunger. The culprits were all tied up, you were safe. 1st floor was the first to break, weakly beating 6th floor up with whatever energy he had left in him. He then limped over to 8, getting on top of her and smashing his fist onto her face, then moving to strangle her throat. No one stopped him, he was barely doing any damage anyway. This little crashout was concluded with tears, 1st floor broke down crying, rightfully so, next to the people who had used you for entertainment. This caused a chain reaction with the rest of you, tears flowing freely. Whether they were in happiness, relief or sorrow for what happened, you weren’t sure. All you knew is that emotion had completely taken over your body, bringing you to your knees with sobs. You struggled to catch your breath between weeps as you watched 3rd rush over to 7th, begging him to admit this was all a part of his master plan, or maybe that he was just a coward.

“I’m sorry.” Was all he got in return.

“All I can tell you…is that I’m sorry.”

He spoke so sincerely, eyes fixed on the floor rather than meeting his friend’s face, it left a sour taste in your mouth.

They debated whether or not they should let him go. You were strongly against it, the wound of betrayal still fresh and bleeding. But ultimately, it was three to one. He stood off to the side with his back to you and wiped quiet tears quietly from under his glasses. You wanted to think they were crocodile tears, but the redness in his face looked a little too genuine for that.

Your body was so tired, observing the time increase that only meant the higher floors would be getting more money. It wasn’t fair, none of this was.

You made several trips up and down the stairs, transporting floor by floor to their respective rooms. You bought a wooden door stopper from the central chute, allowing infinite access to all the quarters. You made a point to avoid 7th floor throughout all this, no matter how often he leaned in closer to whisper something to you. You were not interested in what he had to say, at all.

8th’s room was quite the slap in the face. You entered after 3rd floor, 2nd had already carried 8th in and 7th found a seat at the far table, already familiar with the place. You found yourself welling up with tears once more, knowing that, no matter the situation, she was the winner. You were in no way a disadvantaged floor, but still, not to this level. This was weeks worth of your torture, manifested in material things. Useless things at that, like a dart board and a mini golf set. You pictured her sitting up here, in her little slice of luxury with everything she could ever wish for whilst you fought between pain and hunger to sleep, and you pictured 7th sitting right next to her. Stuffing his face till he couldn't eat anymore, having access to a working chute and yet never attempting to help. Speak of the devil, his eyes were fixed on your tearful face with intensity, but you know he won’t approach you in such a public setting.

It doesn’t matter anyway, whatever was between the two of you was long gone now. There was but a little part of you that was willing to give him a second chance. The stupid bathtub in the corner was filled with clean water, likely water that you could’ve otherwise drank. She owned a sex toy that 2nd shoved into your side and a bidet, which 3rd put into his mouth way too innocently, as well as a couch set, wallpaper, a fancy set of plates and so many more insane knicks and knacks. Everywhere your eye landed, you found some ridiculous purchase that you couldn’t ever afford. It made you feel empty, used. This was money she made off your backs. Your muscles ached.

Amidst the bewilderment of it all, her chute groaned open to reveal the meals; 12 food trays and 12 waters. You rushed to set it all out on the ornate dining plates, giving everyone share sizes that they’d never had before. You sat by 3rd floor, using him as a divider between you and 7th, on the other side sat 2nd and first. You were all smiles as you consumed to absolute fullness, a feeling so unfamiliar by now.

After the meal, 1st mentioned how he’d love to have a drink and everyone agreed.

“Oh I um- I don’t know about beer and wine, but I could try to make soju? We have plenty of water over there! I took a class a while ago, though I don’t really remember the details of it all.” You encouraged.

“We could buy the recipe!” 1st encouraged. “Can’t we do anything with money here?”

You all shuffled over to the chute, the price of said recipe a ridiculous amount that you’d never consider going through with. 8th floor though…

Ever the noble woman, 2nd marched over to 8th to seek permission, which she allowed you to do. So you bought the formula and all the add-ons to go with it; an array of beakers and test tubes. After a good ten minutes of titrating and filtering, you finally reached what you could count as a final product. You wordlessly handed 1st the beaker, allowing him the first taste.

“No-no, you should go first.”

“Oh I-don’t drink.”

That caused everyone’s eyes to meet your face at the head of the table. 7th especially had an amused look, they were all thinking the same thing, confusion evident on all of their features.

“You took alcohol making classes but don’t drink?” 2nd raised a teasing brow.

“The classes were like 75% off, so I thought why the hell not.”

“And you don’t drink because…?”

“I’d rather keep my liver intact.”

That caused everyone to chuckle a little, dismissing your ‘warnings’ in favour of the bitter drink at hand. The drink was described as ‘exhilarating’, making rounds across the table for everyone to sip on. 2nd handed 7th the beaker last and he looked a little caught off-guard by her little gesture, almost like he isn’t quite convinced that you still want him around after all this. That they want him around after all this, you’ve made your position quite clear. He sipped on it like it was some fine aged wine and not a 10th grade bathwater science experiment.

Was it even safe to use that water? What if she- ok you won’t say anything, it's too late now anyway. It’s probably fine, you boiled it so it's clean. Nasty, but clean.

With full bellies and a slight buzz in their system, everyone took to their rooms for some rest and solitude, planning to meet back up later for another meal. You used this time to take a nice power nap, suspecting everyone did the same, due to the stillness of the place. You were woken up from yet another dreamless state by a knock. Well, three short knocks. You were sceptical, unsure if this was actually 2nd floor or 7th pretending again, having a feeling it was the latter. You weren’t sure how you wanted to go about this, knowing that you weren’t exactly ready to face nor hear him out, but you’d be lying if you said you didn’t miss him and the nights you spent together. You opened the door, hair a mess and nose a bit runny since you’d just woken up, finding your prediction to be true, 7th floor. He had an almost desperate look on his face, like he’d been toying with the idea of coming to talk to you for a bit. His shoulders were slumped slightly in defeat, a solemn look in his eyes. He had his hands clasped politely behind his back, breath uneven and shaky from nervousness. You decided not to speak first, allowing him to lead himself around the wall he put between you. He took a deep breath, looking off to the side to let it out.

“Would you like to join me-upstairs?” he turned to look at you only at the end of that question.

You honestly weren’t sure what he had planned, a part of you was curious as to how he intends to make things better now. You bit your lip anxiously, looking deep into his soul as you contemplated his request. You wanted to hear him out, wanted him to convince you that he wasn’t as bad as you’d made him out to be these past weeks.

“Sure.”

He led you away silently, up the short flights and to his door, opening it to let you into the space.

On the table laid the chess set you’d become so familiar with, along with some…‘decor’ he’d attempted to put together, candles and such. Like a date.

You sighed inwardly, this was obviously not what you had in mind, but you wanted to see where he was going with this. You sat by the black pieces, allowing him the first move.

The only sounds in the room were the gentle knockings of the figures against the board. You waited for him to say anything, everytime you looked up from your play, finding his eyes strained and focused on you. An inner turmoil. You weren’t really giving it your all, a little tired from your interrupted nap, so he won. You sighed and shut your eyes in defeat, what the hell were you doing here.

“I’m sorry.” He finally spoke up.

“It’s fine, I wasn’t really trying anyway.”

He paused.

“No- I’m…sorry,” he repeated.

You knew what he meant, but weeks worth of pain and suffering can not be undone with such a simple apology.

“That all?” You raised an eyebrow, an unamused look on your face. “I’d like to go back to bed.”

It was just barely after mid-day and you were regrouping for dinner soon.

“I’m not really good at this.”

“I can tell.” You wanted to hold off on adding too much to the conversation, but alas, your tongue was way too curious. “Why? What did they offer you?”

His shoulders slumped, already anticipating your disappointment with his answer, “Immunity.”

You looked away from him, leaning back on the chair to try to keep your anger at bay, only humming in acknowledgement of his answer.

“And? What changed?”

“Nothing I-”

“Got bored of watching us bleed?” “You know that’s not what it was.”

“I don’t know anything, actually.”

You lifted your head back up to find a cigarette hung loosely between his parted lips.

“I had no other option there 5th floor, what good would I have been stuck getting beat up beside you? At least on the other side I could be of help.” he reasoned, lighting the smoke and tossing the lighter back onto the table.

“You and I both know your help was a spontaneous decision 7th, not a planned one. But okay then, why the coin system?”

“They said I’d have to come up with something, get my hand as bloody as theirs.”

“But you made it brutal.”

“It was the only thing they agreed to.”

You huffed in frustration, his rationalisation, while sound, did not ease the ache that followed the memories of those days. Ultimately, he gave you no noble reason to forgive him, not even a small gesture to make you feel better.

“Okay.” You let out a short sigh, getting up from the chair to head for the door.

“That’s…all you’ll say?” He got up as well, taking only one or two steps so that he’d give you the space you clearly wanted.

“What do you want me to say?”

Silence befell the room once more, pulling on the tenseness between you two. You decided to speak once more,

“Look,” You brought your hands up to wipe over your face, “It doesn’t matter now, anyway. What you did or did not do. It’s all ‘just a show’, no? Plus, I doubt we’ll ever see each other after we leave this place. So no harm, no foul.”

He hung his head down, staring at his shoes, contemplating your words. They stung, but you were still angry, and he deserved it. He knew that was always the plan, to leave and never interact with each other again, put everything behind. But the fleeting moments you two had…there was something there, something more, and he cursed at himself for messing that up.

“I’m sorry 5th floor, I really do feel guilty for everything.”

“Again, 7th, it’s fine.” Didn’t sound like it though, but you left anyway, shutting the door softly behind you.

When dinner rolled around, you stuffed your faces full once more with leftovers from earlier and the others continued to sip on more of the make-do soju. 7th took the spot next to you on the floor, whether it was subconscious or intentional you weren’t sure. He was quiet for most of the meal; only speaking when spoken to. The others seemed to have forgiven him so easily, owing to his aid in the ‘revolution’, and you didn’t know why you weren’t able to do the same.

You watched in amusement as 1st floor humoured 3rd’s request of rameon with some play-pretend, in virtue of his work with kids, you guess. It came as a second nature to him, you were basically tasting the warm dish on your tongue. Or maybe you were just sleepy. You slurped and slorped at the invisible noodles in your hand with hunger, smiling at everyone's actions. You brought your plates together in cheers, falling back onto the nearest piece of furniture available.

“When do you guys wanna leave?” 2nd sighed.

“If you’re sleepy, you can go down, 2nd” you replied.

“No, I mean, when do you want to end this show?”

That got everyone back up.

“I thought we had all agreed that we’d stay until I made one billion won,” 1st hesitated.

She finally sat up, elbows resting on her thighs, “1st, about that billion, I’ll just cover what’s short when we leave,” she swallowed, “We all witnessed what lengths they went to, just to earn time.”

“But there are other ways to earn time, I thought of-”

“They won’t be enough, all lines have been crossed, nothing is out of limits anymore,”

“Don’t you think it’s unfair?” 3 spoke with a frown, “We should use them to earn time-”

“Could you do it?”

“What?”

“Use them. Whilst they’re helpless?”

“Yes,”

“Go on then, she’s tied up. She can’t resist, "she challenged.

3rd got up from his spot with determination, moving towards a defenseless 8th on the floor. You moved to stop him, but 7th grasped your wrist with a gentle hold, a quiet ‘wait’ in his eyes and you ignored the feeling his touch gave you. 3rd brought his fist to her figure, psyching himself up to hurt her the same way she hurt him, but ultimately, he did nothing. Breaking down into tears at his own unwillingness to be cruel. You teared up as well, knowing it was also not in your nature to hurt people, you were a healer after all. How pathetic must you all look to 7th, broken and weak against your own abusers, he probably feels real guilty for what he’d done. Haha. Serves him right.

“Let’s leave, while we still have our humanity left.”

Agreed.

And so it was decided, you were just going to go about your daily activities for the remaining time. Everything from washing clothes to group meals, nothing content-y, just mundane. Though there would be some odd little time increases here and there, after a joke or a fall. All in all, the days dragged on pretty uneventfully. 7th had kept to himself, rarely seeking you out directly, likely due to lack of things to say.

On one odd night, you’d learnt that he used to be a scout, as he made quick work of the ropes you had binding 8th floor’s hands. It had intrigued you, so he attempted to teach you slowly how it’s done. Bringing one side over the other gently, but you were too lost in thought picturing a tiny 7th in uniform out in the woods, camping and such.

“I used to be a group leader,” he chuckled, hands faltering from where they were at 8th’s back.

“Oh I bet you used to run those groups like the military. Up at 8;00 am sharp and all that.” You laughed, causing him to join you with a small “I did.”

“You'd be like that one obnoxious kid with like a thousand badges, no?”

“I was! It wasn’t my fault I was the best at what I do.”

There were tears in your eyes now, your hands clutching your sides with laughter. “Oh, I can just picture you with your little glasses!”

He blushed, struggling to compose himself at your teasing.

“Which badges did you have?” You said after finally catching your breath, laughter still in your tone.

“Like all of them.” He said sheepishly. “I had like no friends and a lot of free time, so.”

The smile on your face was so wide, you’d feel your muscles straining, but you couldn’t help it. The anger you felt towards him had been diluted with the mundane moments you spent together. Plus, it will only be one or two more days before you never see eachother again and you’d started to feel a bit bittersweet. Outside, you’d probably never go for a guy like him, so maybe it was the context in which you two met that gave you this illusion. Still, you’ll miss him.

“How do you know so much about scouts?” It was a relatively stupid question, but you could tell he was just trying to keep the conversation flowing, so you enabled him.

“I think it’s common knowledge.” you wiped the tears from the corners of your eyes. “But I really wanted to join as a kid. Couldn’t afford it though, so I’d buy all the guides they used second-hand and try to learn. It…didn’t work.”

He chuckled, and the room became silent once more. His eyes were fixed on yours, almost like he wanted to say something but knew he shouldn’t. Just two more nights of knowing you, and then nothing. Your staring contest was cut off by a knock on the door, 3rd floor peaking his head from the slightly ajar opening.

“2nd floor says hurry up. And stop talking, you keep adding time.” With that, he left, leaving you two alone once more. His experienced hands made work of the rope once more as you got up to leave him to it.

On the final night, with just a little over 9 hours left, you bid your goodbyes and retreated to your rooms for the final time. You had your back to the cold wall, eyes quite literally on the prize. It was such a comforting thought, knowing that by tomorrow morning, you’d return to your old life with more than enough to turn it around, the excitement of it all making you unable to get some shut-eye. It was still too early to be actually confined to your room, so you’d decided to venture out like you did the first night, taking one final sweep of the playground. You descended the steps entirely lost in thought, recalling the usual sequence of events that had led you here. It really did turn your life around, or would anyway, bring you back from the dead essentially. It was nice, sitting by the pool and watching the minutes tick by. This time around, he wasn’t able to scare you, having heard his door shut and his steps pad towards where you were posted.

“Don’t tell me you’re already missing this place.” He grunted a little as he took a seat on the opposite side.

“Hardly, it’s just been such an odd two months.” The smell of smoke hit your nose as you turned to look at him, a small smile on his lips. He looked so gentle in this lighting, the blues complimenting him well, it made your heart speed up. Just a little. His posture was very relaxed, cigarette lazily held in his hand that rested between his spread legs.

“What will you do when we get out?” He picked up the conversation once more after a beat of silence.

“Sleep for a week”

“Then?”

“Probably fix my life up, move, get a new pair of those fancy scrubs, you know, simple pleasures. Oooh! Maybe I’ll go get a massage!”

He chuckled a little.

“How about you 7th? What will you do with your new freedom?”

“Write, probably.”

“You’ve already been doing that here though.”

“Yes but I’d like to pull my manuscript together, get it out there and all.”

“You an author?”

“Screenwriter.”

“I thought you said you were an engineer?”

“I said I used to be.”

“What happened there?”

“Quit my job for my passion.”

“Ah, is that why you’re here? Didn’t work out?” He nodded, “And what is your play about?”

“You’ll just have to wait and see.” He shrugged his shoulders playfully and you let out a small breath in acknowledgement. He then did the thing he’d been doing for the past few days, opening and shutting his mouth like he wanted to say something, then instead bringing his hand up to rub his eyes whilst remaining quiet. It irked you, because you had a feeling you knew what was on his mind, wanting to hear him say it.

“Something on your tong-”

“I’m gonna miss you, 5th floor.”

Yeah, you knew, it was sweet to hear him voice it though. You won't pretend you won’t miss his dorky little glasses too, but you'd come to terms with the fact that it's probably for the best anyway.

“I’ll miss you too, 7th.”

“One more game?”

“Hell yeah.”

You beat him this time, a sly check-mate that he’d let his guard fall way too far down to see coming.

“I let you win this time by the way.”

“How romantic and thoughtful of you, 7th. I’m sure it wasn’t that bishop you forgot about.”

“I knew exactly where he was at all times, just thought I’d leave you with a nice memory of me.”

“Oh yeah, this totally makes up for the two weeks you spent supervising my torture.”

He hung his head in defeat, hands going up in a mock surrender. It was getting late and you needed to go back now. You both got up slowly, making your way to the door as he trailed behind you, following you out of his own room. You raised a questioning brow at his actions.

“May I walk you to your room?”

You giggled, “There are no monsters on these two flights of stairs, prince charming.”

“You never know!”

You opened your door softly, turning to bid him an extra one final goodbye.

“Goodnight, 7th.”

“Goodnight, 5th.”

He bowed his head to you slightly, turning to ascend once more. You don’t know what took over you in that moment, but maybe it was that you were now one with the fact you’ll never see him again.

“7th wait-”

He turned around sharply to have you clutch his shirt and pull him in for a closing kiss. His glasses were knocked a bit to the side from your force, catching him completely off guard. His lips moved against yours for only a beat or two before you pulled away, not actually allowing him any time to react. His eyes met yours, the closeness feeling so intimate.

“Why did you do that?” He breathed out, the smoke in his breath hitting your face with his brows furrowed a little, glasses moist with condensation.

“I don’t know.”

Only then did you register what you’d just done, looking quickly over to the time to find it still the same. Perhaps there was something more entertaining going on.

You rushed back out of his embrace, composing yourself as you stepped back into your space.

“I’ll think of you.” You gave the final word before shutting your door, not wanting to hear him say it again.

Your hands came up to rub your face as you sat back down on your bed, hormones high from your ultimate farewell. It was a little later in the night when your chute opened, casting a gentle glow onto the room. Inside was a piece of paper, lone but neat. There was some writing on its face, crisp lettering laid out with intent. You picked it up gently to read what it says.

Dear 5th floor,

Here’s that drawing you asked for earlier, apologies for taking so long, it must’ve slipped my mind. If you’ll have me, I’ll seek you out when we escape this little prison.

I hope to see you again.

Till then, I’ll miss you dearly, and you will haunt all my good dreams.

I’ll think of you, too.

Yours truly;

7th floor, P.Y.

You giggled at the formality in the way he wrote, excitement filling you as you thought of this promise he speaks of. Perhaps you two could try again under different circumstances, perhaps you will give him that chance. You turned the paper over to feast your eyes on his display of affection. It was yet another sketch of you, this time having happened only hours prior. It was a still life of your winning move, a few floating sparkles around you. He titled it ‘first win’. What a dork.

The next day, you were woken up by some blood-curdling screams, getting up quickly to see what happened. Your eyes fell on the time before anyone had to point it to you.

40. Freaking. Hours.

You ran down the steps to meet up with the others, 2nd floor being the most distressed out of everyone. It was dark out, a storm raging from the little window, whether it was real or fake. You barely earned this much time when you were tasing each other or even getting tormented. So what was going on here? You stood by 3rd floor, opposite to 7th as you all contemplated the absurdity of the situation.

“Did any of you do something last night?” 2nd turned around to face the group. 7th shot you a look, tensing a little then avoiding your eyes.

The kiss!

Oh no…

Should you say something? But time wasn’t added as you were kissing last night so what gives? Maybe you could let things die down first before admitting anything.

“Follow me.” She ran a hand through her slightly grown-out hair.

You went through the prisoners room to room, checking for anything that seems out of the ordinary, finding them exactly how you’d left them.

“We need to strip her,” 2nd sighed, gesturing to 4th floor. “Everyone but 5th floor get out, do the same for 6th.”

Despite the girl’s non-stop pleas for you not to do this, it was a very logical next step. She was upset with the cameras mostly, but you tried not to let her cries get to you. You repeated this for 8th floor, who was much more willing. Both times you found nothing, the men with 6th as well, leaving you right where you started, back at the main chute.

Tensions were high, considering 2nd was right in predicting that the culprit is among you, whoever it is, clearly having the time of their life right now. With 12 hours left and no leads, you decided to call it in for the day, hoping that it was just a one-off occurrence.

Another morning, another scream. This time, you all scoured over to the source, 4th floor. You entered the room last, finding 7th red in the face with an arm on 4th’s back.

“There’s blood,” he gagged.

You knelt down in front of the weeping woman, gently removing the tape to find more blood underneath, all over her mouth and down her chin. Her left canine had been removed.

“4th, I’m just going to check on the wound site, okay? Hold still.”

She was trying to control her sobs as you inspected the extraction site, seeing a few pieces of broken tooth still inside. What are the chances whoever did this used antibiotics and sterile equipment? She’s gonna have a nasty swelling if you don’t come up with something to do.

“So cruel,” You muttered.

“I told you to untie me! What am I going to do now?” she whimpered.

“It’s ok, I’ll do what I can. Don’t worry.” You got up to make your purchases from her chute.

“No! No! Not my money!” She pleaded.

So you made your way up to 8th’s room with 7th instead, as the others went to check on 6th. You used 8th’s money to buy dental anaesthetics, dental pliers, a scalpel, antibiotics, some strong anti-inflammatory drugs, gauze, tissue and a bunch of cotton pads. A hefty sum was drained from 8th that day, but she didn’t really seem to mind. You made your way with the stuff back to 4th’s room, stopping at the door.

“I can take it from here, 7th.”

“You sure?”

You looked at him, trying to hold back the small smile you had formed. This was a serious matter, but he looked like he was seconds away from passing out, putting on a brave face for you. It wasn’t funny, really, but the subtle disgusted look he was sporting was so entertaining. He was as red as a tomato, too.

“Yeah I got it-”

“Ok.” He shoved the equipment into your hands and bolted back up to his room, to throw up maybe or something. You chuckled quietly, he did not need to be told twice.

To spare the details of the procedure, you were able to sterilize the wound and get the fragments out, knocking her out on painkillers and anti inflammatories. By the time you got done, you opened the door to find 3rd rushing up the stairs.

“It’s his feet!”

You all shuffled into 6th’s room as 3rd took off his shoes and socks. Sure enough, they were bloody, too. The psycho removed his freaking toenails. This time, 7th was near the door, bringing a hand up to his now freshly red face once more. Somehow, to 6th, this was very entertaining. For the second time today, you found yourself cleaning blood and applying some antibiotics. Due to the fact that 6th had, for some odd reason, kept his injuries a secret, they wounds were already swollen and discolored. This time around, 7th floor chose to stay in the room as you worked, standing in the far corner by the door, trying his best to keep himself upright and conscious.

“It’s ok 7th, I can handle it.” You reassured him when he stayed behind despite the others leaving.

“No…I don’t trust him.” His words said bravery, his face said an upset stomach was brewing.

“I really don’t think you’re in the right physical state to protect me.” You chuckled, he didn’t reply, only keeping his eyes fixed on 6th’s missing toenails as you wiped them free of the red. There was an uncomfortable silence in the room, 6th’s eyes moving back and forth between the two of you, then staying on 7th as he realised that; he gets worse every time he moans in pain. He started whining more from behind the tape, whether you were actually hurting him or not, a subtle way to agonise 7th whilst remaining tied up. You noticed his actions and the effect they had on poor 7th floor, so you decided that perhaps a conversation could take his mind off of it, considering he was still adamant on staying.

“Do you have a reason for this phobia, 7th?”

The call of his number snapped him out of his thoughts, eyes jumping up from your bloodied hands to your concentrated face.

“No. I’ve just always hated hospitals, associating them with pain.”

“I think every child does.”

“Yeah but I was in and out alot.”

“For what?”

“Asthma. It’s pretty mild though.”

“Shouldn’t you have an inhaler on you?”

“I do. It’s upstairs.”

“And you still smoke?”

“It has gotten milder with age, and I don’t smoke alot.”

“Every single time I’ve spoken to you, you had a cigarette in hand.”

“I’m just stressed. Outside I’m a lot better.”

“So, hospitals and pain, then what?”

“By extension; needles and blood, I guess. I don’t know”

“You and I aren’t a very good pair then, don’t you think?”

He let out a strained breathy chuckle, “Quite the opposite.”

You finished up 6th’s feet and accompanied 7th back down to where everyone was at the foot of the stairs.

“Which one of you did all this?” 2nd scoffed.

“2nd, please don’t get too angry, we’ll talk once you’ve cooled down.”

“It was you wasn’t it.”

“No it wasn’t-”

“We shouldn't have set you free, you were working with them. Living in luxury, and now?-”

“I was with him last night, 2nd.”

“Ah, so you were accomplices?”

“Cmon now 2nd, what are you accusing me of here?”

“Then you? You?” she gestured to 1st and 3rd, who denied the finger point. “Did he remove his own toes or what?”

“What about you, 2nd floor?” 7th attacked, “Is it really that important knowing who the culprit is? Don’t you get it? At least one person here doesn’t want to leave, maybe even more.”

“Have you gone crazy? Have you forgotten what we all went through here? Huh?”

“Alright that’s enough.” You got in between the brewing argument. “Whoever did this is the only one benefiting from this blame game. It's only giving us more time, let it rest.”

They all retreated to their rooms quietly whilst you lingered with 2nd floor, attempting to quench her anger. You sat with her by the see-saw in silence, unsure of how to calm her down.

“5th floor?”

“Yeah?”

“I have an idea, don’t get in the way.”

She walked up to the phone and ordered some things, knocking a few hours off of the increased time. Chains, locks and other construction equipment that she carried over to the stairs. You followed her with morbid curiosity, watching as she bolted the door to 1st’s room shut. Then 3rd, who pleaded, but hadn’t realised what was being done until it was too late. At 7th’s room, he took one last look at you before shutting his door dramatically, but out of his own free will. You were to be spared, spending the last hours here taking care of the inmates instead of being one yourself. The first night was difficult, knowing that everyone was confined to their spaces with actually no way out was suffocating, despite you yourself having free movement ability. You tried to come up with a way to turn things around, coming up with nothing, and only realizing that 2nd’s methods, whilst a bit unconventional, were very much effective. You dragged your feet up the following morning to 8th’s room, grabbing a meal for her then sending the chute on it’s way. You fed and groomed her to her liking then bid her farewell, keeping civility even with someone like her. You shuffled over to 6th floor’s room, finding the food already up for grabs, meaning 7th had sent it down. You dreaded this man’s presence. Even all tied up he remained threatening and intimidating, sizing any and everyone up. Now that you think about it, 7th’s presence in the room last time did provide some comfort. You fulfilled your duties as you did with 8th floor, food first then any other personal matter.

“My hands hurt.”

“I won’t undo your ties, if that’s what-” You scooted closer to his back to observe the problem, finding an even bigger predicament.

The rope was completely undone.

At the second it dawned on you, realization washing over your face, 6th jumped up from his spot and pushed you to the ground. You yelped, stumbling back up to try to reach the door to call for 2nd. You were successful, reaching the railing as you yelled her number, before a dull object hit the back of your head and your vision went black.

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Why? - Alastor X Powerful Fem Overlord Reader Part 1

❥Summary:The war with the Heaven was about to begin. The residents of the hotel plus the cannibal colony were ready. Alastor was at the ready, microphone stand in hand, as his eyes targeted his next prey, Adam.

❥Tags: Powerful overlord, Alastor vs Adam, Hazbin Hotel episode 8, spoilers, The Show Must Go On, Grim Reaper Demon, Death Demon, Adam is an a✪✪hole, Hell vs Heaven, Alastor fights adam. Reader is dark and mysterious, Hazbin Hotel Extermination.

❥Notes: This series is probably going to be 2 or 3 parts. I will decide later on. This is also going to my take on how episode 8 was, so don't be confused if some parts are different. Enjoy:)

*Character Background*

Y/N or Overlord name "Raven" is a grim reaper demon, and the only one that existed in Hell. She was human when she lived and worked in a morgue, until she was murdered heading back from work. Her body is shrouded in darkness, resembling a cloak. Her face resembles a skull, yet she still maintains her feminine appearance from when she was alive. She appears very dark and mysterious, but she is a kind soul and only acts when provoked. Her powers extend to necromancy, darkness manipulation, telekinesis, soul manipulation, and immortality. Similar to a grim reaper, her weapon is a large scythe. Her reasons for coming to the hotel were still unknown, but it appears she believes in redemption, as through her time in hell, she is aware some demons have arrived in hell for reasons that don't qualify as sins, so she remains at the hotel and provides support. Everyone at the hotel was unsure about her, but they soon consider her part of the hotel as time went by, including a certain deer demon.

(Found on Pinterest, credit to original artists)

**The Night before the extermination day- Alastors POV**

Alastor is walking, hands folded behind his back as he moves across the hotel's mezzanine. His crimson eyes gaze down on the other inhabitants of the hotel. Charlie and the others are all chatting amongst themselves, laughing and cheering for whats to come tomorrow. "Ah, the celebratory night before a courageous last stand. It's been a surprising thrill to witness these wayward souls find connection. Almost makes one sentimental, eh, Niffty?" Alastor smiles widely, before his eyes turn to Niffty, who is sitting next to him, smiling sweetly. "I really like them, Alastor. They let me put on roach puppet shows without booing!" Alastor chuckles at that answer, before leaning against the bar of the mezzanine. "Ah, an enjoyable collective to be around. I admit one could get accustomed." Alastor hated to admit it, but he enjoyed everyone's company in the hotel. True, he did clash with some of them, specifically Vaggie, but he slowly grew attached to them, though he prefers that to be kept a secret. A small object was then placed on his head, causing him to look up a bit. Niffty had placed a roach flower crown on his head, smiling while dubbing him "King Roach." Alastor leaned back, laughing at Niffty's antics. "Oh, to understand your twisted little mind! Both him and Niffty then started to maniacally laugh together, and then slowly calming down. Niffty then jumped off and zipped closer to the others, to join in the celebration, leaving Alastor alone.

**Your POV**

"Not going to join them, Alastor?" a soft voice spoke behind Alastor, causing him to turn around. You were standing behind him, clock shrouding your body, but leaving your face to be seen. Your skull like face was drew into a soft smile. "Sadly not, my dear! I fear my presence would dampen the mood!" He saw you give a small chuckle, before walking next to him, copying his position of him leaning against the bar. "You sure about that? You are part of this group, Alastor. Besides, you always try to be the life of the party for things like this." Alastor laughed outloud, before leaning against the bar as well. "Aww, trying to flatter me, my dear?" Alastor leaned a hand on his cheek, smirking at you. You just smiled back at him, stating you were just speaking the truth, before turning your head down to gaze at the others. Alastor copied you, the both of you standing next to each other in silence. Alastor then turned to look at you, eyes widen a bit to see you wearing a melancholic expression. "Something troubling you, my dear?" One of his hands, placed itself on your shoulder, giving you a sense of comfort. "Sigh...I'm just worried for tomorrow. Yes, the angels can be hurt and killed, but I'm still worried. Not only that, Adam possesses strong angelic power, and I know he is bound to be highly troublesome during the fight." Alastor threw his head back in laughter, "There is no need to fret, my dear. I will personally fight that poor excuse for an angel myself." Alastors powers surged for a bit, thinking of how exciting it would be to sink his claws and teeth into Adam. Turning your head, you gave a worried look. "Will you be okay?"

Alastor turned his head back towards you, raising an eyebrow. He noticed the gentle expression you wore, and he gave you a soft smile back. He had gotten close with you after a few weeks of you being in the hotel. He knew the power you possessed, but you never flaunted it or used it for personal gain. The more he spent with you, is when he got to see that behind that cloak and darkness was a soft kind soul. "I will be fine, my dear! I am the radio demon, as you know. No pathetic little angel is going to get the better of me, I assure you." He gave a kind smile, without his teeth showing. You still wore a worried expression before giving a smile back. You extended your hand out to Alastor, causing him to tilt his head at you in confusion. "Gimme your hand." Alastor hesitated a bit, and extended his hand out, appearing as if he was trying to give a handshake. You chuckled and grab his hand, interweaving your fingers together. This caused Alastor to tense a bit, seemingly not use to stuff like this. "I know how strong you are Alastor. But, if worse comes to worst, I will be there to help you. I promise." Alastor felt a tightness in his chest after you said that, he couldn't quite figure out why. He was going to say something again, but you had blended with your shadow and disappeared, leaving him alone.

**Day of the Extermination- Alastor POV**

The fight between Heaven and Hell was about to commence. Everyone was gathered around the entrance of the hotel, wearing battle gear and holding weapons. A portal soon opened up in the sky, with Exorcists flying out of them, including Adam and Lute. Charlie and the other released a war-cry and began to battle the Angels. Alastor was standing on the roof of the hotel, smiling wickedly. "Let the slaughter begin. AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" Using his microphone, a large force field began to form around the hotel, providing protection for everyone, and preventing the angels from getting through. It was very effective in halting the angels advances as well as providing damage as the shield was able to sprout tentacles and kill some Exorcists. This, did not last long, as Adam as able to destroy the force field, allowing the hotel to be exposed once again.

Alastor glared at the Adam, as he saw him make his descent to the roof of the hotel and landing on it. "Adam! First man, next to die." Alastor continued to look on at Adam in front of him, looking unimpressed. Adam then asked who the fu✪✪ Alastor was. "Alastor. Pleasure to be meeting you, quite a pleasure. I'm about to end your fucking life." His microphone cane hit the ground, causing black tendrils to arise. Adam just snarked at Alastor: "Nice voice. Don't you know jazz is for PUSSIES!" Adam summons his guitar, and slashes away at the tentacles before approaching Alastor. Alastor stepped back, wagging his finger. "Ah ah ah!" Alastor was able to dodge Adams attacks, sending some of his tentacles at him. "You really think you can take me on? A mortal soul is no match for me, edge-lord." Adam yells back at Alastor. "You should know better than anyone what a soul can accomplish when they take charge of their own fate." Extending out his shadow, it formed a crack in the hotel roof, allowing one of Alastor's shadow monsters to punch him. Adam was now getting pissed off as he killed the shadow monster, with Alastor mocking his strength.

Adam kept swinging his guitar, with Alastor dodging them effectively. "You lack discipline, control, and worst-

His demon form had manifested, sending his shadow monsters to attack Adam and crawl all over him. Adam was sent flying upwards, as he stuttered on trying to insult Alastor back, making Alastor to laugh and swing him into the hotel sign with his tentacle "Ha ha ha! Poetry!" Adam was furious that he was getting bested by Alastor, swinging his guitar, causing a shockwave and yelling out, "I'm going to wipe that shit-eating grin off your face, CAUSE RADIO IS F✪✪✪ING DEAD!" Alastor looked around, surprised he was out of his demon form: "What just happened?" He then saw his microphone snapped in two, "Fuck!" Alastor then looked back up, then was sent flying back. Adam had managed to get closer, and swing his weapon at him, causing a large wound to form on Alastor's chest. Alastor was on his hands and knees, trying to get up, but failing to do so. Adam was much stronger then he realized. He needed to get out of there now, before Adam had the chance to hit him again. A heavy kick landed on his stomach, causing him to go flying back, and cough up some blood. Alastor leaned back, grasping on his chest to stop the wound, while staring at Adam with pure hatred in his eyes. "HAHAHA! Not so tough now, huh bit✪✪? Time to die!" Adam raised his guitar again ready to strike at Alastor again. Alastor was trying to manifest his powers to teleport, but he was far too weak! He shut his eyes, bracing for the impact. A loud CLANG was heard, causing Alastor to open his eyes, shocked to see you standing in front of him. Your large scythe was drawn, having swung against Adam's guitar, stopping the attack. "Get away from him!"

*TO BE CONTINUED IN PART 2**

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