Triangle wakes up every night in a cold sweat. But will his worries get the best of him?
Requested: "Um… I know you usually do x player, but could I request squid game circle guard x triangle guard? Like the triangle, guard is kinda protective of circle cos I imagine them as… younger? Or not as tough as the triangle guard. Thank you :)"
A/N: Sorry that it is awkward and a little short, I Hope you like it!!!
Waking up in a hot sweat was nothing new to him, neither was the reoccurring nightmare, but today Tri's dream had lasted longer than ever before.
There he stood alone in the humongous game room, the crumbling gravel fading in and out as his mind focussed on different aspects of the room. He found himself once again standing opposite another guard. no. Not just another guard. It was him, there was seemingly no way to tell but Tri knew it was him.
The man reaches up behind his mask, shrugging off his hood and beginning to peel the cover away from his face. As the circle branded man moved a voice screamed out, though to his surprise it seemed to be coming from Tri himself.
As the Circle's forehead was revealed Tri once again found his muscles moving of their own accord, cocking and aiming his gun as his cries for the man to stop continued. None of his efforts seemed to stop his or the guard's movements.
That was usually where it ended, but today it went further.
In one single moment, the man's face was revealed, well sort of, a blank patch of skin was where his face should have been yet during his moment of confusion his hand had shifted and riddled the man with bullets.
Although somewhat disturbing the lack of a face shouldn't have been a surprise, he hadn't seen the man's face before and always had trouble picturing anything but a blank slate.
The more violent aspect of the dream most likely came from the events of this year's second game. Along with the Circle's lack of a firearm which had already caused sleepless nights, worrying about the faceless man seemed to take up quite a large amount of his time.
Shifting continuously in the darkness, returning to sleep seemed impossible, so instead Triangle swiftly stood. Retrieving his personal firearm he placed it under the tracksuit that sat on the desk. He would explain it tomorrow and ask the man to keep it on him all the time.
silently returning to the bed he found himself snuggling into the soft and warm cloth. Softly wrapping his arm around the man in front of him, he pulled him into his chest, head tucked into the nape of his neck. Sinking into his scent Triangle fell into his first blissful sleep in months.
