AMNESIA •*⁀➷ Squidgame Various!➸ Fem! Reader

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✿✼:*ﾟ:༅THE SOUND OF A THUNDEROUS CRASH OF GLASS BREAKING AGAINST...

The walls within an undisclosed office, the older masked male barely flinching as the glass bottle shattered inches from his head. The splashes of the alcoholic liquid coating the right side of his mask and neck.

"You allowed him to play those foolish games...when all you did was just watch?!"

"The creator made it clear what his last wishes were to be. Even if they were to your disliking-..." The low vocals of the male were cut off by another glass bottle being thrown across the room, this one, however, made him step to the side quickly to dodge as it collided into the wall where his head once was.

"He was dying, why the hell would I allow my grandfather to play among the players? Are you dense?" A dry chuckle brushed past the lips of the other being, hands shakily combing through the messy strains from the tantrum. "I told him...he should have made me the frontman instead of you. I shouldn't have to wait on the sidelines until he croaked just to be able to take his spot, and now look...I was away on business so for you to watch him play pretend until he died."

The masked figure silently eyed the being before him, the older male's jaw tightening upon his patience running thin. "I'm sure it was because of your uncontrol outbursts that he didn't allow you to be front man."

Shrunken pupils snapped their sight toward the masked male, the words striking a deep core within the other being across the room. "Outburst...?" the word dragged out past the other's tongue soon followed by another dry chuckle. "Outbursts? That's why... right!" chuckling shifting into laughter that aided to contain the growing anger.

"I have the outbursts but have you seen yourself when it comes to these little players cheating? Oh! Maybe I should remind you what just happened earlier."

Clearing her throat, the shorter woman strutted towards the masked figure with her hands behind her back. "You know, I have my personal guard. He tells me everything, such a good pet...so how do you think I felt when I found out..." trailing off as she skipped a few right before landing in front of him with a wide smile.

Stepping on her tippy toes as she leaned forward, bringing her lips just barely inches from the mask's lips. "You shot that cute little brother of yours-..." her taunting seized upon a large hand abruptly grasping her throat.

Still wielding a smile as her body was jerked backward by the rough grabbing motion. Eyes gleaming with pure sadistic joy upon being pleased she was capable of getting a reaction from the other.

Her lips parted upon feeling the squeeze around her throat tightening; an inhale laugh breaking past her lips as she gazed into the sinister gaze through the mask's eyes. "Oh! There it is, I did strike a nerve didn't I?"

"You shouldn't speak on anything you have no knowledge of. I am the frontman-"

"And I am now the creator. You are merely the one who sits by my side and helps control everything."

"Last time I check the creator didn't use a personal bodyguard as their fuck toy." The masked male shoved the female away from him, the female stumbling back slightly another fit of laughter coming from her as she twirled around in the spot until her eyes fell on the familiar golden Owl mask. "You sound jealous, In-ho...Don't tell me you wished it was yourself."

Walking to the table where the mask rested on top, her fingertips brushing alongside the ears of the owl. Her smile faded, picking up the mask to silently eye it. "Did he say how much of a failure I was in his eyes or how successful I was before he died?"

Silence fell between the two, In-ho eyes raking up and down the woman's figure the male seemingly unsure of how to respond. "Only you know the answer to that." were the words that came from his lips, an answer that didn't feed into the woman's desire to hear something different.

"I suppose we may never know then." Shrugging off the pondering question, she brushed her thumb across the mask with her head tilted to the side. "You know...three years away seemed to have been enough time away from here."

In-ho couldn't help but to think back to the call he had received earlier that day, "With the next games coming up...I suppose I should warn you, the previous winner has been trying to track me down... Player 456..."

A soft hum vibrates from the woman's throat; suddenly an idea strik across her brain. "I say we should pay him a personal visit upon his arrival...perhaps keep him in our close sight."

"What?"

Turning around to face In-ho with a tight-lipped smile, the woman lifted the mask in her grasp slightly with a light nod. "You were foolish enough to allow him to play within the games, yes? I feel as if it's only fair to put you through the same."

Eyelids narrowing at the woman upon her foolish proclamation; In-ho placed his fingers against his mask to lift it from his face. Revealing his sharp jawline, his onyx strains falling perfectly against his forehead. "Are you insane?"

"For sure! But don't look at me with those eyes... they are tempting." a chuckle rolled off her tongue, and she turned on her heels beginning to pace around the nearly trashed office. "I feel it may be a better way to get close to the players. Get an inside scoop, not all guards know how you look and none of them have actually seen me other than my guard."

Slapping her palm against the side of the mask in pondering; the insane idea cooking up within her brain in seconds. "Think of it, if we play amongst the players we could gather intel of how they think on their feet...the risks they have...how desperate they'll become just to live and get the reward. It could benefit us in future games! The VIPs would definitely eat this up."

"You are trying to repeat what your grandfather did?"

"Look, at how smart you are! This is why you're the big man in charge." Finally halting her pacing once she had made her way back to stand in front of him, golden owl mask still in grasp.

She shifted her eyes back down to the mask in her grasp, the woman feeling as if she was unprepared for the sudden change in life. "I'll be also playing...however, I would like to knock it up a notch. I will be among those mices we call players but the catch is.."

Raising the mask above her head, placing it perfectly over her face. Raising her head to meet his eyes, a small michvious smirk rested across her lips.

"I will play not as the creator but as a mindless player who doesn't know what is to come."