“getting the whole gang together to hang out sounds like fun! we’re gonna need a lot of drum kits though… oh, but i’ve been working on my blast beats! ”
her head slams against the checkered floor with a sharp crack, eliciting a pained yelp through her clenched teeth. she should have known better—she recognised the familiar manner in which the air thinned and how that aberrant magic, twisted and unfurled. twelve, that insipid creature, and he’d trapped them all in his foul little underland.
the sound of her heavy breathing reverberates throughout the darkness as she forces herself up. her hand instinctively travels to the slash now decorating her forehead, wincing as she wipes away the blood that dripped down her brow and to her eyes. it takes only a few moments for the wound to stitch itself together and sunyoung takes another deep breath in an attempt to quell her apprehension.
“what is it that you’re planning, twelve?” she mutters hoarsely, troubled eyes scanning the visible black and white expanse restlessly. g5, from what she could gather. diagonal. bishop. and if there were pawns, surely there would have been players. her fists clench the sleeves of her hoodie tightly. it never bode well to have her fate in another’s hands. especially since there was the chance of them being as bad as jin.
robbed of hyunwoo’s reassuring presence, anxiety crept as the constriction in her chest and a rapidly pounding heart against her ribs. she had her suspicions. to her, son hyunwoo always felt as though he had magic in his bones, and so he did. although his claim to it was less than desirable, she would have taken him over facing whatever fuckery the hanged man would be putting her through. he’d never been kind, never known love, so of course he would, of course he would–
bang!
sunyoung jolts at the dull thumps that resonate within the shadows of the noose. echoing footsteps serving as a scornful promise that she, unfortunately, was not alone. it was impossible to discern the direction from which the footfalls originated no matter how much she strained her ears. the magic in the air grew thick and rancid as the creature’s stomping became louder, closer, completely overwhelming her panicked, erratic breathing.
until suddenly, it stops.
and claws sink into the soft flesh of her neck, dragging her backwards into the abyss before she can even manage a gasp.
