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Playboy's, y'ready or not?
bts + dystopian + other idols
description: THE NEWEST dystopian novel, where various youths - from different diversions - are drawn into the domains of the game - through the haunting invitations. They grow into adolescence together, secluded in the unknown, in the epicentre of danger and daring exploits, and with the repeated battle for existence. Each has their own history and a withering future that the game holds. Stray along in-between the brutal and agonising journeys of the protagonists, as each spiral into insanity in the arena. Each to their own. Further along in the battle for survival, hidden haunting memories flood back to them, reminding them of the reason why they're in there. The games tainted them but weren't they were already tainted?
pairing: mainy maknae line, but hyung line included interactions! ( btw this is a fanfic - mainly bts - but many other idols will be mentioned. )
genre: dystopian ( e.g. hunger games, divergent, the maze runner) action-adventure, action-romance.
rating: 15- 18+ ( mainly 18+ due to the mentions of injuries or more sensitive topics!)
warnings: different warnings will be set with the different chapters!
(lil note): This is my first fanfic I guess, point out any errors - without hesitation, because it seriously annoys me. uh just going to say what everyone else says, the scenes are all made up and I've wrote this purely out of boredom , don't take anything seriously the whole idea of the book, in itself is a joke. This is only a practice book i just want to see if anyone likes my pov on books and how I write my books, hope everyone enjoys this because, I've been looking for a good, non-cringey dystopian novel, fanfic or not so I've decided to make one myself, ahhh idk if i like this but just going to risk it bc yolo.
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Chapter 1 - The Beginning To It All
warnings: mention of blood and chapter includes a stalker-ish vibe.
THE MESSAGES and BLOODY HANDS began to arrive just a few days short from the start of summer break.
Initially, the little encrypted, hand-written messages appeared in just one location: on the window sill, dashed by brilliantly rendered handwriting, sealed securely shut, and stamped with unintelligible letters.
The night I had rendered free of all my thoughts was the night I had seen it.
The ink. The stamp from the letter was in my palm when I had focused on the contents of the letter. Way before I had the chance to realise the mess unravelling in my palm - merely seconds before I finished deciphering the letter, the searing crimson beads bled through the thin invitation itself, smearing the handwritten notes until words couldn't be deciphered, ink and blood becoming one.
That night I scrubbed, shaved my skin, peeled the intricate layers off, in attempts of rid myself free of the tainting spree of colour. Through the journey of it climbing viciously up my arms, staining its path like vines - it became a part of me. A part of us.
No matter the effort, the aftermath of the letter was untraversable, with my skin red raw and the stains not faltering, I gave up. Leaving my hands bloody.
What we didn't know was that twelve other individuals - other than ourselves, underwent the same fate. Exactly the same fate. All left tainted with crimson on their hands, to symbolise that.
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+ sooo theres a little insight on the beginning to all the mess, also an insight to the book I wish many come to enjoy... + probably one of my shortest chapters.
Playboy's, y'ready or not?
bts + dystopian + other idols
description: THE NEWEST dystopian novel, where various youths - from different diversions - are drawn into the domains of the game - through the haunting invitations. They grow into adolescence together, secluded in the unknown, in the epicentre of danger and daring exploits, and with the repeated battle for existence. Each has their own history and a withering future that the game holds. Stray along in-between the brutal and agonising journeys of the protagonists, as each spiral into insanity in the arena. Each to their own. Further along in the battle for survival, hidden haunting memories flood back to them, reminding them of the reason why they're in there. The games tainted them but weren't they were already tainted?
pairing: mainy maknae line, but hyung line included interactions! ( btw this is a fanfic - mainly bts - but many other idols will be mentioned. )
genre: dystopian ( e.g. hunger games, divergent, the maze runner) action-adventure, action-romance.
rating: 15- 18+ ( mainly 18+ due to the mentions of injuries or more sensitive topics!)
warnings: different warnings will be set with the different chapters!
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Chapter 2 - There's a First Time For Everything
warnings: stalker-ish vibes again
#WHETHER people volunteered for the trails of the game or whether they received the forbidden invitations, in the end, everyone was left tainted the same way - garnet red pigment embedded in the tips of their fingers, hands maybe. All thirteen of them.
Five of those thirteen had chosen to discard the envelope, as expected. They came to a realisation that no matter the scale of their disinterest, it would return, obnoxiously, and without fail. Days would spiral into months when the letters would be stored as piles, stacks and even pyramids, due to the amount of letters that would filter through so suddenly and without a trace of how it even got there.
Whether it was Arras undying curiosity or the growing fear of unsafety, that the letters gave, she decided to stop turning her back on these alarming notes and to venture into the letters journey to her house, her room even or specifically the pillow under her windowsill. Late evening, she decided to indulge in the serendipity of the landscapes around her neighbourhood. Being forgetful was in Arras' nature, so she dug thoroughly through her small living space, in search for the embellished apartment keys. Throughout the search - and after she found the keys, she had made sure to stop at different points within the inexpensive rooms, to lock all the doors and windows. Conveniently, she didn't stop much, the two small windows shared between her room and the attached bathroom, and the one and only door, the main door.
The chaos in her mind intervened with the serenity of the walk had made the night creep up when she wasn't watching. First the sun had ducked behind the buildings, under the fence and hidden behind the ever-growing ivy. But the refracted golden hour had seared through the buildings, the fence and the ivy, though, illuminating this wall, that branch and the left side of Arras face. Not failing to showcase its beauty and remembrance, the rays were gone with one last tiny blaze of warmth and light on the darkening horizon.
She had taken the nights familiar blue breeze as a sign to make her way back. The small apartment - a tiny piece of land accessible by a bridge so narrow, it would admit just one car at a time - stood small but proud.
Whether it was the worsening weather or whether it was the idea of another letter sitting above her windowsill, she began to quicken her pace when jamming the key into its slot. Opening the wood framed door, she assessed her surroundings, feeling something on her. She took the keys out the exterior slot, preparing to lock the door from inside after she steps inside. Again, she felt something, something on her. She locked the door, even sliding the small chain across her door.
Again, she scanned the room, her eyes peering over her dishevelled blankets on the small sofa, glazing over the fire that seems to be too hazy, too warm, too frantic.
In fact she had started sweating, a lot, beads gathering at her temples, on her upper lip, on her neck moments before she felt something, again.
This time it felt heavy. Bigger even.
Arra raised her hand, before momentarily touching the base of her necklace, where the tips of her fingers, ever soo delicately met the single globule of a liquid. It burnt, and burnt bad. With her skin faltering beneath this vapour, she began to notice her thoughts ran incoherently. Arra suddenly took a on a pale look, a face of a china doll, as she stumbled towards her room.
It was then that she came to the realisation only after she saw the can, military green, sat once where the letters were, beneath the windowsill.
Then with one step backwards she crumpled like a puppet suddenly released of their strings, seeing incoherent blinks of red.
She'd been gassed.
And that's how the first person ended up intertwined in the games.
————————————— + do you guys know what the 'incoherent blinks of red' are? + also i want to say that Arra is a side character, NOT the main character or you, throughout this story. Also, i won't be going through everyone's journey into the arena. Please tell me what you think because idk if i should carry this on if people don't view this.
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