The Labyrinth-Ateez x reader

Memories

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The picture of her silent face was clearly beamed to a compass in the hand of the Goblin King. "She's in the oubliette," Hongjoong observed. The goblins cackled wickedly, dancing and prancing around. Their jaws gaped with glee, and they slapped their thighs. "Shut up," Hongjoong told them. They froze. Their heads twitched around to look at their King. A sly goblin inquired, "Wrong laugh?" "She shouldn't have gotten as far as the oubliette." Hongjoong was still staring at the picture of Y/N's face in the compass,. He shook his head. "She should have given up by now." "She'll never give up," said a keen goblin. "Ha." Hongjoong laughed mirthlessly. "Won't she? She'll give up soon enough when she has to start all over." It pleased him to think of his Labyrinth as a board game; if you got too close to the winning square, you might find a snake taking you back to the start. No one had, and very few had gotten as far as this disturbing girl, who was too old to be turned into a goblin, but she could be a queen. Hongjoong examined her face in his compass. Too old to be a goblin, but too young to be kept by him, damn her innocent eyes, they always made the king feel a certain way. She had to be sent back to square one immediately, before she became a serious threat to b/n, and he knew the snake for the job. "Wooyoung!" he called, spinning the compass. Wooyoung's face appeared in it. "She's in the oubliette," Hongjoong said. "Get her back to the outer walls." Wooyoung cocked his head, grimacing. "She's quite determined, your Majesty. It won't be easy -" "Do it." Hongjoong flipped the compass into the air, where it flipped like a coin. He chuckled, imagining Y/N's face when she found herself beside Wooyoung's pond again. Then he threw back his head and roared. The goblins watched him uncertainly. Was it all right to laugh now? "Well." Hongjoong told them. With the simple glee that is natural to evil-hearted folk, the goblins launched themselves into their full routine of cackles and snickers. The keen goblin directed them, like a conductor, bringing them up to a crescendo of malign mirth.

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Y/N sat on the floor of the black cell wishing she had asked the Helping Hands to take her up the shaft, toward the light. What could she hope for in this place? Four of her senses sharpened in the darkness; she detected a little scratching sound. "Who's there? Her body was tense with alarm. "Me," a grumbled voice replied. There was another noise of scratching, followed by a glare of light as a match ignited, and in turn set a latern aflame. Wooyoung was sitting there, on a rough bench, holding the lantern up so that he and Y/N could see each other. "Oh," she said, "I am glad to see you, Wooyoung." She was so relieved she could have hugged him. "Yes, well," Wooyoung said brusquely, as though he were slightly embarrassed by the situation. "Well, nice to see you, too." Y/N went to stand beside him, in the light. "What are you doing here? How did you get here?" Wooyoung shrugged, and half turned away. "I know you were going to get into trouble as soon as I saw you. So I - I've come to give you a hand." A helping hand, Y/N thought, and shivered. She had had enough of them. "You mean," she asked, "you're going to help me unriddle the Labyrinth?" "Unriddle the Labyrinth?" Wooyoung answered scornfully. "Don't you know where you are?" She looked about her. In the circle of light she saw stone walls, stone floor, stone ceiling. One rough wooden bench was the only luxury. "Oh, she's looking around now, is she?" Wooyoung's scorn had turned to sarcasm. "I suppose the little miss has noticed there ain't no doors - just the hole up there?" Y/N peered as hard as she could into the shadows, and realized that he was right. "This," Wooyoung was saying, "it's an oubliette. The Labyrinth's full of them." She was stung by his knowing, mocking tone of voice. "Really?" she replied, matching his sarcasm. "Now, fancy that." "Don't try to sound smart," he told her. "You don't know what an oubliette is." "Do you?" "Yes," Wooyoung said, with a touch of pride. "It's a place you put people to forget about them." She remembered her verbs in French class, and, pleased with herself, said, "Of course. It comes from the French verb oublier, to forget. But you already know that, naturally." Wooyoung raised his chin to scratch it, at the same time letting his eyes roll portentously around the cell. What he had said began to sink in, and Y/N looked at the flickering stone walls and shuddered. To forget about them ... Was that what Hongjoong was doing with her? Just forgetting about her? She began to feel indignant. It wasn't fair. He had challenged her to his contest. All the odds were stacked against her, but she had made a brave enough start - he couldn't, now, just dump her in here to rot. Could he? Wooyoung had taken the lantern and waddled into one corner of the oubliette. He beckoned her to follow. She did, casting a great shadow across the walls. Lying in the corner was a skeleton, on its back, knees bent, head propped against the wall. She put her hand to her mouth and was about to scream, then thought better of it. She would force herself to remain cool. "You see?" Wooyoung was squinting at her. "This Labyrinth is a dangerous place. No place for a girl." She looked at him. He nodded at the skeleton. "That's how you'll end up if you keep going. In an oubliette, like him. Lot of bad memories in the Labyrinth, I can tell you. What you got to do, missy, is get out of here." "But I must find my baby brother." "Forget all that. Now it so happens," Wooyoung said, scratching his cheek with a forefinger, "that I know a shortcut out of the whole Labyrinth from here." "No," she said at once. "I'm not giving up now. I've come too far. I've done too well." He nodded, and in a smooth voice assured her, "You've been wonderful." He shook his head, and made a click with his tongue. "But this is only the edge of the Labyrinth. You've hardly started. From here on in, it gets worse." There was something in his confidential tone that made Y/N suspicious. "Why are you so concerned about me?" she asked him. "What?" Wooyoung sounded aggrieved. "I am. That's all. Nice young girl ... terrible black oubliette ..." "Listen," Y/N interrupted him, "you like jewelry, don't you?" He pursed his face. "Why?" he asked slowly. "You've got some very nice pieces." She pointed to the chain of ornaments dangling from his belt. In the light she could not be sure, but she fancied that a smirking little blush was on his cheek. "Thank you," he said. "If you'll help me through the Labyrinth ..." She took a break. "... I'll give you ..." she slipped her bracelet off. It was only a cheap plastic thing, not one of the special ones that her mother had given her, and which she wore only when she was going out. "... this," she concluded, holding it out to him. "Hm." Wooyoung licked his lips and eyed the bracelet appraisingly. "You like it, don't you?" She could see that he did. He also had an eye for the ring on her pointer finger. That had no intrinsic value either, though Y/N was fond of it because her mother had worn it when playing Juliet in Romeo and Juliet. "So-so," Wooyoung said. "Tell you what. You give me the bracelet and here's what I'll do. I'll show you the way out of the whole Labyrinth. How's that?" "You were going to do that in any case," she pointed out. "Yes," he replied. "That's what would make it a particularly nice gesture on your part." He held his hand out. "Oh, no!" Y/N withdrew the bracelet abruptly. "For this you must show me the way in. The whole way." Wooyoung snorted. "What makes the little miss so certain I knows my way through it?" "Well," she answered, "you got here, didn't you?" "What?" Wooyoung clucked, shaking his head. "Yes, yes, but ... I told you, this is just the fringe of it all. You've got nowhere yet. Come on, where's your common sense? You don't want to go farther than this. Really. You've done all you can, and more. You have proved you're a smart, brave girl, and you don't deserve what would become of you in here." He glanced pointedly at the skeleton, which seemed to be jiggling in the flicker of the candlelight. "No, no, you deserve to be saved from that. I'll say that much for you. So - how about it?" He gazed at her with eyes somewhat like a puppy from beneath his hair. She looked back at him candidly. Whatever his game was, he played it badly. She had to bite her lip to stop herself from giggling at him. "I'll tell you what," she said, narrowing her eyes. "If you won't take me all the way through the Labyrinth, just take me as far as you can. And then I'll try to do the rest of it myself." He looked disgusted with her. "Tcha! Of all the headstrong numbskulls I ever came across ..." Y/N dangled the bracelet before his eyes. "Fair deal," she offered. "No strings. One bracelet. Hmm? How about it?" The bracelet danced in her hand, and his eyes were dancing with it. Grudgingly he asked, "What is this, anyway?" "Plastic." His eyes shone. Then he raised his hand for Y/N to put the bracelet onto his wrist. He looked at it there and could not conceal his pride. "I don't promise nothing," he said. "But" - he grunted resignedly - "I'll take you as far as I can. Then you're on your own. Right?" "Right," Y/N agreed. He nodded. His eyes were still shining as he looked at the bracelet on his wrist. "Plastic!" he murmured, thrilled. "Come on, then," Y/N urged him. Wooyoung sprang into action. He seized the heavy wooden bench and, with a strength Y/N wouldn't have suspected in his small body, he upended it so that the seat was flat against the wall. Y/N was surprised to see two doorknobs on the underside of the seat, one on the left and one on the right, and she was disconcerted when Wooyoung turned one knob and the seat became a door into the stone wall. That's not fair, she thought. With a mischievous grin - because he was enjoying himself, showing off to the young miss - Wooyoung walked through the doorway. She was about to follow him when she heard a crashing and clattering. Broomsticks and buckets fell out of the doorway into the oubliette. She grinned, recognizing the old broom-closet joke. "Oh, damn!" she heard Wooyoung say, within the cupboard. He came out backward, and avoided her eye as he thrust the brooms and buckets back inside and closed the door, as subtle spider webs rested on his head. Still sheepish, he grasped the other doorknob. "Can't be right all the time, can we?" he muttered. This time, he opened the door rather less boldly. He peered through. "This is it," he told her. "Come on, then." She followed him into a dimly lit corridor with walls of grotesquely carved rock. They were working their way along the corridor when a voice boomed, "DON'T GO ON!" Y/N jumped violently, and looked all around her. She saw no one, except Wooyoung. And then she realized: carved in the stone wall was a mouth. Standing back from it, she saw that the mouth was part of a huge face. Similar faces lined both sides of the corridor. As she and Wooyoung passed them, each intoned a deeply resonant message. "Go back while you still can!" "This is not the way!" "Take heed and go no farther!" "Beware! Beware!" "It will soon be too late!" Y/N put her hands over her ears. The warnings seemed to be echoing inside her head. Wooyoung, bustling onward, looked around to see where she had gone to, and saw her standing. "Pah." He waved his hand. "Don't take no notice of them. They're just Phony-Warnings. You get a lot like them in the Labyrinth. It means you're on the right track." "Oh, no, you're not," a face boomed. "Do shut up," Wooyoung snapped back at it. "Sorry, sorry," the face said. "Only doing me job." "Well, you don't need to do it to us," Wooyoung answered, and led the way on down the passage. The face watched them go. "Shrewd cookies," it murmured appreciatively. The passageway twisted and turned, but on the whole Y/N had the impression that they were moving forward, if such a direction existed in the Labyrinth, and she felt encouraged. They passed another carved face. "Oh, beware!" the face declaimed. "For -" "Don't bother." Wooyoung flapped his hand dismissively. "Oh, please," the face begged. "I haven't said it for such a long time. You've no idea what it's like, stuck here in this wall, and with -''''All right," Wooyoung told it. "But don't expect us to take any notice." The face brightened up. "Oh, no, of course not!" It cleared its throat. "For the path you take will lead you to certain destruction!" It paused. "Thanks," it added politely. While the face was droning on, a small crystal ball had been rolling and skipping down the passage from behind Y/N and Wooyoung. It overtook them as they turned a corner, and they saw it bounce on ahead of them. A blind beggar squatted with his back to the wall, his hat upturned on the ground in front of his feet. The crystal ball hopped smartly into the hat. Y/N heard Wooyoung groan. She looked at him. His mouth was open, and his eyes were staring at the hat on the ground. The beggar turned his face toward them. "So what have we here?" he asked. "Uh, nothing," Wooyoung spluttered. "Nothing? Nothing?!" The beggar rose up. Wooyoung froze. Y/N gasped. It was Hongjoong. "Your Majesty ..." Wooyoung bowed so obsequiously that he was at risk of performing a forward roll. "What ...," he swallowed, and smiled haggardly, "what ... what a nice surprise." "Hello, hoogyung," said the King of the Goblins. "yoowoung," Y/N corrected him. "Wooyoung," Wooyoung said, gritting his teeth. "Wooyoung," Hongjoong said, in a kindly conversational voice, "can it be that you're helping the girl?" "Helping?" Wooyoung prevaricated. "In what sense? Uh ..." "In the sense that you're taking her farther into the Labyrinth," Hongjoong said. "Oh," Wooyoung replied. "In that sense." "Yes." "Oh, no, no, your Majesty. I was leading her back to the beginning." "What!" Y/N exclaimed. Wooyoung forced his lips into an ingratiating smile for Hongjoong. "I told her I was going to help her unriddle the Labyrinth - a little trickery on my part ..." He guffawed and gulped. "But actually ..." Hongjoong, smiling pleasantly, interrupted him. "And what's this plastic trinket around your wrist?" "This? I ..." Wooyoung looked wide-eyed at the bracelet, which someone must have slipped onto his wrist when he was snoozing and which he had unaccountably not even noticed there until this moment. "Why," he stuttered, "er, my goodness, well, I never, where did this come from?" "Wooyoung," Hongjoong spoke levelly. "If I thought you were betraying me, I would be forced to suspend you headfirst in the Bog of Eternal Stench." "Oh, no, your Majesty." Wooyoung's knees were wobbling. "Not that. Not the Eternal Stench." "Oh, yes, Wooyoung." Hongjoong turned and smiled at Y/N. "And you, Y/N - how are you enjoying the Labyrinth?" Y/N swallowed. Beside her, she heard Wooyoung's feet shuffling. Determined not to allow Hongjoong to play with her, she affected a nonchalance she was far from feeling. "It's ..." she hesitated. "It's plain, nothing exciting happens" Hongjoong raised one elegant eyebrow. Wooyoung's eyes closed in dismay. "Really?" Hongjoong sounded intrigued. "Then how about making it more entertaining?" He looked up. I wonder what your basis for comparison is." Hongjoong took the crystal ball from his hat and tossed it back down the tunnel again. At once, from the darkness, came a noise: a crashing, whirring, trundling noise, distant as yet, but getting closer all the time, and louder. Wooyoung's face was a mask of panic. Y/N found herself instinctively shrinking away from the approaching din. "The Labyrinth is plain, is it?" Hongjoong laughed. "Well, now we can see how you deal with this little piece." While his mocking laugh still rang, he vanished. Y/N and Wooyoung stared along the passageway. When they saw what was coming at them, their jaws dropped and they trembled. A solid wall of furiously spinning knives and chopping cleavers was bearing inexorably down upon them. Dozens of keen blades glittered in the light, every one of them pointing forward and whirring wickedly. The wall of blades completely filled the tunnel, like a subway train, and it would chop them into little pieces in the blink of an eye. And, Y/N noticed with horror, along the bottom of the slashing machine was a busy row of brushes, for tidying up after itself. "The Cleaners!" Wooyoung shrieked, and took off. "What?" Y/N was so terrified she was mesmerically rooted where she stood. "Run!" Wooyoung's shout came, grabbing her wrist, and bringing y/n back to her senses. She dashed with him. The slashing machine came clanking and trundling remorselessly on behind them. All it needed for the story to finish now was that they should come to a dead end. Around a corner, they found one. A heavily barred door closed the tunnel in front of them.