Your Move ┃ An Hfjone Reader Insert + AU

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You feel someone shaking you awake, and you open your eyes to reveal Backpack jostling your arm. "Hrgggg... What...?"

"It's been a few hours," He told you, and you tried standing up again.

"Fuck- shit!" Pain sprung through your entire body, and you fell over, landing on your bad hand, yelping in pain again before flopping onto your pack.

You breathed deeply and squeezed your eyes shut. Everything hurt so much.

"Fuck this, we can't have two people with broken legs in this hellscape of a gameshow!" You try and joke to ease the pain, but it doesn't help any, and you can see Backpack wince.

"Sorry."

Airy finally seems to take notice of you, after being this fucked up for what's probably been several hours.

"Okay Muggy, I'm almost done with your cast."

You groan. This is going to go almost the same as when it was for Backpack, you can feel it.

The next few minutes feel like hours. Airy is mostly silent, and you assume he's finishing your casts.

There's... A sort of tension between you and Backpack. You can't quite figure out what it is, but you wish that he would just tell you what was bothering him so it wouldn't be so awkward.

"Uh, alright," A distant sounding Airy comments, and you can hear shuffling closer. Airy continues, and you can't help but brace for more pain in your legs, "So, just sit still and I'll..."

You relax, and surprisingly, Backpack is holding out his hand for you, too, just as you did. You take it with a weak smile, knowing that he just felt like he had to pay you back.

Shock and pain jolts through your body as one of your legs is straightened, and a cast is hastily shoved on. You squeeze Backpack's hand as lightly as you can, not wanting to hurt him, despite the fact that he did offer this.

You breathe deeply for a second. That wasn't so horrible. It's just-

"Eik-!" You cried out, startled by the sudden straightening of your other leg. You didn't have enough time to withhold your hand strength this time, and Backpack rips his hand away, shaking it out.

You look at him apologetically.

"Uh, I made more of these," Airy tells you, teleporting two crutches similar to Backpack's.

You sit there for a moment, then try to get up, struggling because of the stiff casts on both of your legs. Airy doesn't even stop to check that you can get up.

"I guess now that that's over, we can introduce our new contestants!"

"Not again..." You hear Backpack grumble next to you.

"Wait, there's more?" Tray asks, which makes sense, since everyone thought the second batch would be the last one.

Scenty sounds exasperated, starting, "Oh, you've gotta be kidding me. Soda Bo-!" But Backpack interrupts her, "Let him sleep. He needs it."

You have to agree with him. Sleep was the only escape anyone had in this place.

Airy, as he always does, ignores them. "I don't really know where these guys came from, so I'm just gonna introduce them individually, starting off we have..." He trails off, picking back up a split second later, "uh... Atom."

Adam? A normal fucking name for once? From Airy? You don't trust it, and you were right not to, because you immediately realize what Airy actually said.

"Down here." A little voice comes from somewhere on the ground, and you see a black speck there. "Hi, I'm Atom! And I'm an atom."

Fuck you, Airy.