Player 124 (Squid game x reader)

Chapter Four

A/n: so the above person is my OC. His name will be revealed later on in the chapter but just imagine him as a real life person lol.

Y/n POV:

I made it.... 

I looked behind me to see that time was up. I felt sorry for the people behind the line.

Once again, i felt like vomiting once i saw them suddenly get shot. I knew it would happen but i still get bad.

After that traumatic scene, the player who passed were led to the staircase again, back to the same place we woke up in.

Still processing what happened a few moments ago, i completely zoned out, ignoring the people begging to be released.

A tap on my shoulder brought me out of my thoughts, the culprit being a boy that didn't look that much older than me.

His hair was dark blue with black roots, he had a few bruises on his face that looked really painful. He looked at me with concern which i didn't understand because i had never met him before.

"....can i help you?" I whispered.

"Are you okay? You've been spacing out ever since the blonde guy was shot in the game." He whispered back.

"You've been looking at me the entire time?"

"Well.... Yes...since technically I was the one that grabbed you when the people were being shot randomly."

"That was you?!?..... Thanks..... What's your name by the way? I'm Y/n and I'm from (your country)."

Just when he was about to reply, the piggy bank above us was being filled with a shit ton of cash...

Its like it never ends!

The square dude in front of us said, "Now, for the voting....

If you wish to stay in the games, press the green button before you. If you wish to leave the game, press the red button.

If majority of you choose no, then the games will be terminated.

The voting will proceed in s reverse order. So, number 456, cast your vote."

The man with 456 on his chest looked ready to jump out the window at that particular moment. All eyes were on him.

Would he want the games to continue? Or would he want it to end?

.................

He pressed no.

A series of people pressed either no or yes until it was my turn.

I walked in front of everyone, my hands starting to feel a tad bit sweaty.

I brought my hand upwards, leaning towards the no.... Until i glanced back at the money above all of us...

Is it worth it?

For S/n and my future, then yes. I'll play this shitty games..

I pressed the green button, indicating that i wanted the games to continue. I walked towards the people who had already voted and number 456 walked towards me.

"Are you insane? A young girl like you wants the game to continue? You could possibly die!" He exclaimed.

He was about to continue until i get an arm wrap around my shoulder.

I looked up to see the boy from before. 

He smiled while looking down at the older man, "Look sir, whatever she chose has nothing to do with you. Right now, the only person you should worry about is that old geezer over there." He pointed behind him using his thumb.

I followed where he pointed to see that the old man stood in front of both buttons, and unsure look on his face.

Looking up at the screen, i realized that everything depends on this old man.

100 people said the games should continue and 100 people wanted it to stop.

"Just how many people died?" I muttered, not expecting any answer.

"255" the boy replied.

"That many?" I whispered, receiving a nod.

"I have a slight feeling that if this game was to continue a lot more would die...." He said to himself, removing his arm from my shoulder.

I inwardly hoped that the old man would press yes so that we could continue.....

Of course nothing goes my way since he pressed no. Shots of joy from half the people here filled the room and i felt myself deflate in sadness.

"Please sir! Let those who pressed yes continue!" A woman with curly hair begged the square pink suit man.

A few people also agreed, saying the lines of, "We've gotten this far! We can't quit just yet!"

I heard a small "shit" come from the mouth of the blue haired boy next to me, a scared look on his face.

"Since the majority of you have voted for the games to be terminated.....

This is goodbye for now"

..................

"Ah fuck!" I cursed, as i landed harshly on the ground. When they said goodbye for now, i didn't expect them to literally throw us out of a van with only our underwear on!

A groan of pain beside me made me realize i wasn't alone.

Since i was blindfolded, i couldn't see anything.

I heard the movement of a body get closer to me and my blindfold fell off my face.

What i saw was completely unexpected. I sure as hell am sure i did NOT expect to be met with someone's butt in front of my face.

The person wiggled around a bit and it turned out to be number 32, the guy that saved me from getting shot.

Who would've known?

"Oi. Can try to sit up for me?" He asked.

Taking a closer look at his face, i noticed his bruises multiplied and he was bleeding a little.

Probably from landing a bit to harshly on the road.

I sat up successfully, feeling my face grow a bit warm once i took notice of my situation.

I was only in underwear, tied up on the road, next to a guy also in only underwear. Looking at his face, he didn't seem fazed at all, like he didn't care.

I felt my hands being untied by him sitting up behind me, his back touching my own.

After a few seconds, he was successful and i quickly untied my feet, turning around to untie him too a few seconds later.

We both stood up on the road for a few seconds, then rushing around, looking for our clothes.

I put on my baggy shorts that reached my knees and my hoodie, feeling inside the pockets to make sure everything was inside.

Looking behind me, the boy was tying his shoelaces, trousers on but still shirtless.

I stared at his torso for a while, wincing when i saw multiple reddish/purplish spots on him.

"If you're done checking me out, can i put on my shirt now?" He asked, smirking at me.

"I-I wasnt-" i started but then stopped once i remembered the fact that I didn't only look at his bruises, i may or may not have also stared at his fit body.

He was more on the slim side but he still looked fit.

"Yeah sure. Whatever floats your boat" he said, pulling his gray shirt over his head.

He picked up a baggy black and white checked shirt and tied it around his waist and taking a rubber band from his wrist and tying his hair in a very tiny and cute ponytail, a few stands of hair still on his face.

"Alright, done!" He exclaimed.

"You still haven't told me your name." I said.

"Ah right...."