Part 19:

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After a few minutes of trying to build up as much courage as I could to go out there, I finally did it. I was surprised to find that I was the last person to arrive. The VIP's were already sitting in their designated chairs with fancy looking robes on. They were all laughing heartily and chattering excitedly while they were waiting for the games to begin. I saw that the remaining players' faces and numbers were displayed on the screen in a four by four view.

I looked up to see the two big chandeliers glowing and many more smaller lamps casting their own golden lights on different parts of the room. There were also a few workers, dressed differently from the pink ones, rushing around. They were clad in black, with masks that looked like something a villain would wear in a slasher movie. Regardless of that, the room would have been truly beautiful had the VIP's not been in it.

I was also hit with a wave of something... like negative nostalgia from hearing the Blue Danube playing. It brought me back to all of the feelings of nervousness and impending doom created by hearing it right before we were in the games.

The workers then came back with a tray of wine glasses that they delivered to the Elites.

"So, how are your scores so far? Bet on any winners?" Questioned lion mask while taking some of the alcohol.

"No," called Panther mask sadly. I flinched, and I was brought out of my thoughts by his fear-instilling voice. I scurried over to Frontman. "For some reason, I keep picking losers."

He moved his head to face me slowly as if to question why I practically came over like a running yet tiptoeing cartoon character. I just looked away and towards the beautifully decorated walls.

"Now is your chance to catch up! The serious better starts in this round," another offered.

"And how much ya gonna bet?"

"I'm doubling my stakes in this round!"

"Are you sure about that?" One joined in. "You don't even know what game it's gonna be."

"It doesn't matter what game it is," he dismissed. "I trust my gut."

After a few moments of seemingly comfortable silence, the one I dreaded hearing the most called to the Frontman. He wanted, actually, somewhat demanded, to know the game.

"He's in a bad mood because of 069. Better tell him quickly," Bull mask said.

"Gentlemen," Frontman started. It made me feel a certain way. His voice was just so... enthralling. He was just so enthralling. "Let me introduce you to the next game."

He looked at the lone manager in this room, which I assumed was the cue for him to reveal what was under the black cloth, since that's exactly what he did. He bent over the object shaped somewhat like a table and slowly, for dramatic effect I supposed, tugged on the fabric to reveal a sort of bridge. I walked a bit closer to get a better look, but not too far to where I would draw attention or block the others' line of sight.

"What's that thing?" One asked.

"It looks like... a bridge of some sort."

"I like the looks of it."

"What the hell is that?"

As if there was some kind of divine intervention, the players shuffled into a room similar to the decision making room for tug of war. It was white, like the room we were in before, and it seemed to serve the same purpose.

I noticed that my old group looked nervous. I really hope one of them win.

Wait...

   One of them.

The Favorite- Front Man x Reader- Squid GameWaar verhalen tot leven komen. Ontdek het nu