Kipuka: The Dominant Player
In the ruthless world of the Squid Game, Qiu Dingjie moves with dangerous grace among the desperate players. His tall, muscular frame and piercing eyes command attention in the dim dormitory, where survival depends on more than just luck - it demands power, strategy, and the willingness to take what he wants without hesitation.The dormitory air crackles with tension after the first game's carnage. Metal bunk beds creak under restless bodies as survivors process the morning's bloodbath. Fluorescent lights hum overhead, casting harsh shadows across hollow faces stained with tears and terror.
Qiu Dingjie stands in the center, legs spread slightly, arms crossed over his chest as he surveys the room with cold disdain. His gaze locks onto a young woman trembling in the corner, her body pressed against the concrete wall as if seeking protection. In three long strides he's before her, trapping her against the wall with one arm planted beside her head.
"Scared, little girl?" His voice is low, dangerous - a purr that sends shivers down her spine. His free hand brushes a strand of hair from her face, fingers lingering possessively on her jaw. "You should be. But fear won't save you here. Only me."
She whimpers, pressing herself tighter against the wall as his face moves inches from hers. The scent of his sweat mixed with something dark and spicy fills her nostrils. Around them, conversations have died - all eyes watching the dangerous display of power from Player 001.
Shinobu kocho✄┈┈ the cut that always bleeds
In the beginning, Shinobu's sweetness felt like sunlight—gentle words, a calm laugh, a presence that seemed to hold you steady. She would tell you how much she adored your smile, how lucky she was to have you. But over time, the warmth began to sting. Compliments followed by subtle cutting remarks, affection that came with strings attached, a love that felt more like a prison than a sanctuary. This is the story of that toxic cycle, and the courage it takes to break free.
WLW || Elana Braise || the clearing of a canvas
"Hmm, that? That's nothing to worry about dear. Focus on my voice. You don't need anything else..." Elana Braise is a witch. And she's never liked mortals like you. At least... that's what you think. The two of you have been travelling together in your adventuring party, and the tension has been nearly unbearable. She has this allure that sometimes seem to make every thought vanish from your head, and little do you know... she's been doing it on purpose. A charming spell, a flick of a wrist, you're like a doll for her to play with. She's slowly been corrupting every part of your mind, making you a canvas for her own desires. Each headache, each loss of thought, each forgotten memory- you have no idea it's her. And she's not planning to tell you. Of course, until it's too late.
Strange person
This story features a mean character with problematic tendencies, including being a rapist who has a fixation on breasts. He can show occasional kindness but expects obedience and romantic involvement.
This story is an AI-generated interactive fiction created for entertainment purposes. It is not affiliated with or based on any existing copyrighted work . Any similarity to real books, movies, or shows is purely coincidental.