Your Move ┃ An Hfjone Reader Insert + AU

Freefall

(You can skim past the "first getting on the plane" part of this chapter if you want, it's just glorified narration of what happened, with some thought interjections from the reader which build their character but I really don't mind if you skip it lol)

TW ▬  Death, Mild Gore Descriptions, and Blood, and the somewhat eating of blood

It's been two days since Vicky left you. There would be no more talk of how a marker like them and a mug like you became friends. There would be no more talk of what to watch together on your beat up couch. There would be no more talk of video games or calls together.

They were gone, and you had to accept that. What you thought for a long time to be the perfect duo turned out to be a cruel joke.

You couldn't call anyone to talk about it. Just to reiterate, you didn't have anyone. You didn't have the greatest relationship with your parents, much less the rest of your family, so they were pretty much out of the question too.

There wasn't much to do after being cooped up all day.

Maybe you should go outside. It's good for you, after all, and there is a park nearby. It was about 6:30, a little late to go to the park,  but you wouldn't be gone for long. Just a walk.

You'd convinced yourself. You grabbed your keys and phone, locked the door, and headed out of your building.

You just started breathing in the fresh air outside, when for a second, you felt weightless, and then the scenery around you changed.

No longer the dark sky of San Francisco, but a bright blue sky is above you. The city scenery has changed into what looks like a neverending field.

It turns out you're also surrounded by other objects. There's a backpack, a soda bottle, a candle, a magazine, a baby tomato, and moldy slice of white bread.

Everyone is looking at you for a second, and you feel like you're in middle school again, without a place to sit at lunch. Then again, you're assuming everyone just got randomly teleported here just like you did.

You're about to say something when a loud voice shakes across the field, making you flinch. "Hello contestants." The voice is monotone, and it takes a second to register what they just called all of you.

Contestants.

Contestants.

Contestants.

You can't even react before the voice speaks again, just as loud, "My name is— ...Sorry."

It seems like they noticed how loud they were, and you can slightly hear sounds of turning down a microphone.

"Is this better?" It's softer now, not nearly as overwhelming, but it's strange to hear a disembodied voice talking to you in real time, it feels like a weird narrator. You look up, but to no avail.

The voice starts again, "Hello, contestants. I am your host, Airy. And welcome to this competition called 'ONE'."

You jump a bit when a trumpet starts playing a tune. Honestly wasn't expecting that.

You look around at everyone else. They seem just as confused as you are. The scented candle finally says something, "Please don't tell me..."

You think someone is going to tell them, and you also think you're not going to enjoy it.

"We're on a gameshow with an invisible host in the middle of nowhere. Great." You turn and see that the remark belonged to the moldy bread slice.

"ONE? Is that an acronym or something?" It's the green backpack this time, and you hope that you can match voice to face soon, or leave this place before you have to.