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“You asshole,” Myunggi barked as he aimlessly threw a fist towards Thanos in fury.
Thanos dodges the punch, pushing his own fist into Myunggi’s face.
A tense atmosphere clawed at the room as they realised.
Someone isn’t going to come out of these bathrooms alive.
Thanos smirked at the thought, certain Mg coin was gonna end up dead.
Myunggi stepped backwards, his stomach in knots.
He didn’t want to die. Especially not to an asshole like Thanos.
You know what, screw it. Myunggi ran towards Thanos, fellow X’s running behind him.
Chaos erupted in the men’s cubicles as Myunggi’s head was rammed into the rappers’ stomach, shoving him to the back of the bathroom.
Namgyu kicked Mg coin, attempting to save Thanos from a deadly fate but failing miserably.
As blood curdling screams flooded the bathroom, the rapper grabbed Mg coin’s shoulders,
causing him to gain power over the other man’s body.
Using this power, he slammed Myunggi towards a thin, blood covered wall, his rainbow nailed hands
attempting to clasp his hands over Mg coins’ Adam's apple.
Eventually, they plummeted to the floor, a sea of lifeless bodies surrounding them as Thanos stabilised his knees on the tiles,
laying on top of Myunggi.
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“Your money, your girl, your life, they’re all mine” Thanos cockily spat
whilst violently slamming his fists into the side of the other man' s cheeks,
he snaked his hands back onto Mg coin’s necks steadying a tight grip.
Myunggi strained as Thanos strangled him, the life in his eyes slowly draining.
The youtuber’s face was turning fully purple, similar to violets from Willy Wonka.
“YOU FUCKING… YOU SON OF A BITCH” Thanos roared, a sly smile creeping on his face, assuming he won this deadly fight.
Suddenly, Myunggi pulled out a fork he used for his rice, not knowing it could’ve been his last meal.
Myunggi swiftly stabs Thanos’ throat, blood immediately splattered onto Myunggi’s face.
He pulled out the fork before re-stabbing the rapper in the side of his throat.
Thanos moaned in agony, collapsing on Mg coin as his life quickly exited his body.
Using his shoulders as balance, Mg coin crawled towards a stall, Thanos tightly gripping his shoe.
After much struggle, Myunggi escaped from his victim’s clutch, locking the bathroom door. Myunggi just sat there.
He stared at his hands, which were covered in someone else's blood, in guilt.
Shit, he really robbed someone of their life.
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Thanos’ laid on the floor as memories flashed in front of his eyes before he kicked the bucket.
Namgyu and him smoking in the pentagon's smoking area, both high out of their minds.
Namgyu late nights confessions when he assumed Thanos was asleep. But he never was.
The time Namgyu came out to him, when Thanos realised someone trusted him and cared about him so much they told him his deepest secret.
All his best memories were with Namgyu because Namgyu was always there.
The day they met at the club, drunk and tired, they clicked immediately.
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Namgyu was fighting some random man when his friend died.
He didn't even realise what was going on around him, he didn't learn what was happening to Thanos,
the last person who he slightly respected, until it was too late to do anything.
“Motherfucker! Fucking x bastard.” Namgyu yelled as the random man punched him to the floor. Then he saw it.
Thanos’ half dead body just lying there, making groans as the fork slowly drained his face of expression.
Namgyu didn't even have time to process it, he had to defend himself or else he would meet the same gruesome fate.
His eyes filled with a mixture of shock and fear as he hastily pulled out the fork.
Namgyu grabbed the random bastard, pulling his legs over the man's stomach.
He grabbed the fork and brutally plunged it in the man’s heart multiple times.
It was quite horrifying, straight out of a scream movie.
He didn't care if the X was dead, he enjoyed seeing another man, who acted so strongly, shaking in fear under the wrath of Namgyu.
He felt strong, Thanos will maybe respect- oh wait. Thanos was dead.
Whatever, he didn't care, he was pleased that fucking asshole was dead.
He stopped stabbing the man, thoughts of Thanos had plagued his euphoric high.
He crawled over to Thanos’ dying body, kicking whoever tried to injure him.
Staring at his ‘friend’ who was squirming in pain, he didn't know how to feel.
He assumed he would feel powerful, seeing the man who held everything over his head, the almighty rapper Thanos cowering.
But he didn't.
Seeing the man caused his stomach to drop.
What was he going to do with his life now?
He had no reason to do anything.
Thanos had laced his life together, he had been his sidekick, his robin to Thanos’ batman.
His whole purpose had been wrecked, so why go on? Fuck. He needed a pill.
Thanos' eyes turned doll-like as Namgyu harshly gripped onto Thanos’ cross.
His eyes slightly glistened with tears as he took one last glance at his friend’s corpse.
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“Fuck, that mg coin asshole, he almost killed me” Thanos groaned, relief filling his soul as he get up from the pool of blood surrounding him.
Thanos looked down at the bloody tiles.
The rapper's body lay still on the floor,
his face pulled in a scrunched up expression as his arms and legs scattered aimlessly in his own thick, maroon.
His tracksuit was scruffy, massive blood stains covering the front.
But he was stood up, why was his body on the floor?
He pulled his palms close to his face, in disbelief.
They were transparent? Shit. Those pills were strong.
He’d never had a reaction like this to them but with those drugs, anything could happen. They were serious.
Not some fucking pussy prescription shit. They were hardcore.
He had seen what those rainbows pills had done to people, they became dangerous, like mental institution dangerous. Whatever.
That was their problem, not his.
There was still a cluster of men in the bathrooms like nam su. Oh nam su.
The person who had been there the most. His most loyal friend.
He stared at Namgyu who was sat on another man, brutally stabbing him with the fork.
He looked inhumane, like he enjoyed the look of another in pain. He probably did.
The sadistic fucker was creepy.
Always telling him his weird fantasies of torturing women whilst high.
He was the embodiment of misogyny.
Namgyu was muttering something, in a hushed tone whilst repeatedly hurting the already dead corpse.
Thanos wasn’t normally nosy but his brain was practically dragging him towards Namgyu.
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“Thanos, that Idiot had to die, leaving me here in this shithole, whatever not like he cared anyway.” Namgyu hissed
as he finally removed the fork from the player, a sea of crimson appearing behind the corpse. What the fuck. He wasn’t dead. Namgyu was probably hallucinating. Weird? He hadn’t done that since his first shift at club pentagon.
“Yo nam su, I’m not dead.” Thanos said clearly, the drugs slowly disappearing from his dazed mind.
He took a step closer towards the other man.
But Namgyu walked right through him like he was a ghost.
Thanos just stood there, flabbergasted.
Before Namgyu left, he grabbed the cross from the corpse, which Thanos originally assumed was a hallucination.
A robotic-like female voice projected off the intercom causing Thanos to walk slightly closer to the bathroom exit, attempting to hear it slightly.
The following players have been eliminated: Player 260, 299, 331, 401 and player 230.
Wait. Isn’t that his number… FUCK. Myunggi fucking killed him. That deadbeat bitch.
He wanted to scream, he wanted to throw up. But he didn’t.
He didn’t do anything except stare at his dead body in acceptance, a few tears dripping down his cheek.
He was dead.
The stuffy air floated through him as the bathroom drains hummed a low gurgling noise.
His mind was scattered- he felt powerless.
What was he going to do now?
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He felt a sudden push behind him. What the fuck.
He turned around, but no one was there.
Just the bloody corpses scattered aimlessly were what remained in the bathrooms.
He suddenly felt a tight grip on his arm.
But there was no hand, just a faint silhouette of what would be one.
It dragged him away from the bathrooms despite his complaints and tugs.
It pushed him out the door before slamming it,
leaving him stunned in front of the almost numb guards who were limiting any eye contact from players- a way of displaying the power imbalance they had over the players.
They stayed perfectly still, a pitch-black machine gun clung to their arms, always fully loaded.
He looked around at the place, it looked exactly the same.
Hundreds of thin mattresses with a singular pillow, an ugly brown pattern always prominently plastered on it.
The blankets were scrunched up in the corners of the raven black, metallic bunk beds.
Across from the uncomfortable beds, there was a stand with an X and O button people used- not knowing the consequences of choosing what Thanos deemed ‘the wrong choice’
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“Listen O team, we were in the bathroom those fucking X bastards tried to kill us all” Namgyu boomed, running towards the crowd of shocked faces. “They killed some of us, including my friend.” Namgyu gulped, his mind unable to process his friend's death. He looked different.
Blood caked him from head to toe, his hollow eyes’ vision scattered around the room, his bottom lip slightly quivering.
His knuckles tightly gripped around the bloody cross, causing them to shake in pain.
It was like someone was going to take it from him.
Like they were going to take Thanos from him, again.
Thanos’ eyebrows lowered into a frown, his bottom lip slowly forming a pout as he looked over to Namgyu shouts.
Why was Namgyu Nam su so distraught over his death?
He felt powerless like he couldn’t stop his friend from feeling this pain.
He didn't show it but Thanos did care about Nam su. Alot.
“Bullshit, the O's attacked us first.” An X player countered back, gesturing one hand towards the group of O's behind Namgyu.
“Wait, which side lost more players?” Another player questioned before calling all the players for a count.
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Namgyu hastily stumbled around the O's - in a confused daze.
Thanos took a few slow steps towards the group of O's he once associated with.
His mind flooded with thoughts of guilt: if he never fought that stupid MG coin, he would still be alive, still be with nam su.
After Thanos walked towards Namgyu he stood by him,
an arm placed on Namgyu's shoulder in a way of comfort - he knew Namgyu would never feel him but he didn't care,
a small spark of delusion burned in his chest thinking about it.
The x's and O's counted the amount of players on their team who died. Overall the X's lost 2 people and the O's lost 3 people.
‘Attention, please. Lights out in 30 minutes. I repeat: lights out in 30 minutes.’ The intercom spoke, causing Thanos to jump up, eyes wide with surprise.
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Namgyu staggered towards Thanos’ bed, his shaking hands pulling down his bloodstained jacket’s pockets.
Thanos’ eyebrows furrowed as he trudged towards his bed, eyes narrowed on Namgyu - who was sitting upon the bed, cross tight in his palm. Thanos stood by the bed, frown plastered on his face.
“Thanos, that fucking asshole.” Namgyu stuttered, picking at the side of the cross, which revealed the coloured pills on the inside.
Why would Nam su say that? Sure, he was kinda an asshole but he wasn't that bad.
“You know, I really fucking liked him, it was obvious he realised, manipulating my love, acting like im an idiot. I guess I was.”
Thanos' eyes filled with realisation.
Every stupid flirt and ‘fake confession’ was real? No. No.
This can't be real. Nam su can't hate him.
Namgyu sniffled - his eyes pricked with tears.
The rapper’s eyes slightly lightened.
He did miss him. He just doesn't want to realise it.
He was going through stage 2 or 3 of grief. Or something like that.
Namgyu took a pill out, popping it on his tongue before swallowing it whole.
He grabbed another one quickly, doing the same continuous routine.
Thanos worried what state Namgyu would be in after the pills kicked in.
He'd never taken two in one go and considering Namgyu's circumstances, his world would be filled with chaos.
Thanos climbed upon the bed, sliding his arms behind Namgyu’s shoulders, embracing him.
Namgyu shut his eyes almost as if he could feel Thanos’ warmth.
“My Nam su” he whispered in Namgyu’s ear