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I'm Her Doctor

Okay, so this is my first time writing an AU fic for 911, Eddie Diaz, as requested by a lovely anon. I utterly loved writing this and I hope to do more like this soon.

(If anybody would be interested in a Doctor AU series for any of the 911 boys please let me know)

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Eddie Diaz Masterlist

Summary: When a tsunami strikes LA, Eddie pulls overtime at the hospital to care for as many patients as he can. Little does he realise that his wife will be one of his patients, and he won't let anyone else look after her but him. (AU, Eddie is a Doctor)

Enjoy.

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Eddie's nose crinkled at the smell of the coffee. Too strong. A splash of milk he didn't intend. A hint of tea curdling the mix. No amount of sugar in the world could make this bearable, but Eddie couldn't be bothered to buy another three cups from the decades old machine to get the perfect blend.

He didn't have time to run down to the cafeteria for a proper cup and all the machines on each ward were either old, broken or used the cheap blend Eddie would never touch outside of work.

He only drank the coffee from the machines when he was desperate and right now, with a twelve hour shift that was probably going to be extended, Eddie needed something to keep himself awake.

His lips curled down at the corners when he took a sip and a shudder rocked his body at the curdling taste.

With a sigh, he turned on his heels, dragged his free hand down his face and took a step away from the machine. His break would be over in a few minutes, he had to get back to his office.

His head snapped back and his shoulders barged into the machine, pushing the decrepit coffee maker into the beige wall loud enough to create an echo surging down the corridor. Eddie lifted his arms and hissed when the coffee spilled over his hands and dribbled through his fingers while he pushed himself back enough to be out the way of the gurney speeding down the corridor.

"Dios, Marcy, where's the fire?" Eddie's voice lowered a few tones and he rose a brow when he locked eyes with the familiar nurse who almost ran him over.

The gurney was empty- well, it was empty of a patient, at least.

There were over ten IV bags wobbling about on the mattress like bags of jelly that looked rather weak and ready to pop. Rolls of bandages, gauze, bottles of anticeptic, cotton swabs and packaged needles were littering the gurney that looked like it had robbed the supply cupboard.

The young nurse paused in her speeding attempt down the corridor. Sweat trickled across her forehead and down the side of her neck, causing a few loose strands of hair to stick to her skin. She puffed and leaned against the end of the gurney, letting her shoulders sag.

When she relaxed, Eddie realised how panicked and worn out she looked. She hadn't been on shift for more than five hours, she turned up way after Eddie clocked in for his shift.

"You mean the flood."

"Pardon?"

"Didn't you hear? The ER's been taken over, we're swamped down there. Everyone's being redirected."

"Why?"

Eddie hadn't heard anything, he had been in theatre for the last six hours of his shift. He had been removing an appendix, sorting out internal bleeding and stitching up a ten year old. He hadn't had time to bustle about and find out the latest gossip in the hospital. Before he went into surgery, everything had been as normal as ever.

Now though, he had encountered at least four nurses running around like headless chickens. Another two of his colleagues had been called to the ER over the tanoid and Eddie had barely seen anyone on the upper floors here. He thought it odd, but he had no idea something big was happening.

Marcy tilted her head at an angle and let out a shallow breath. She took a moment to swipe her hand across her temple before she looked back at the doctor stood beside her.

"There's- there's been a tsunami, high level. It took out the pier and all the coast, at least four miles inland."

"Jesus," Eddie dumped his cup in the bin beside him, shaking his hand free of coffee remnants before he dragged his hand down his chin.

A tsunami? In LA?

There had been no warnings or signs about this. No one had been on red alert or suspected anything. Usually they got a small warning, maybe an hour or less before the disasters happened, like with hurricanes or thunderstorms. The hospital had preparations and plans in place, they could usually get set up ready for a natural disaster if one were to occur.

"We've got people coming from all over, brought in on trucks, walk-ins, even the LAFD are out driving people to us. The ER is overspilling… I gotta get these supplies down there."

"Go, go." Eddie patted her shoulder and watched her give him a sympathetic smile before she resumed her high-speed charge towards the lift at the end.

Eddie's shift wasn't going to finish anytime soon.

How could he go home when they were getting people being brought in from all across the state? People were dying. People were crawling and dragging their families down to the nearest hospitals, wading through water and grime and busted cars and broken telephone wires. They were trying to get themselves to safety and thousands of people could be injured.

There was no way he could go home when people were being brought in on trucks, needing medical help.

He was a doctor. It was his duty to help people and save as many lives as possible. Eddie couldn't go home until the hospital had people on wards and they had helped every person that came in through their doors.

Rummaging his hand in his pocket, Eddie fished out his phone. He was surprised to find he still had some signal, a tsunami usually brought down the phone lines. They had to be far in land here to be unharmed.

He had to call (Y/n). If he wasn't going to be getting out of here anytime soon, he had to let (Y/n) know and make sure she and Chris didn't venture out far with this mess going on. The last thing he needed was his family getting stuck in a traffic jam or being caught up or swamped somewhere with the waves still lashing out and coming inland.

She didn't answer.

"Hey mi amor, I don't know when I'm gonna be home, there's some sort of tsunami happening and we're getting casualties left right and centre. I'll call you when I know more. I hope you and Chris are having a better time, amor. Stay safe."

With his phone in his pocket and his pager in his hand, Eddie looked through the two messages he got. They wanted him down in the ER. He was on standby for any emergency operations if any casualties came through.

Into the chaos.

The tails of his pristine white overcoat flapped behind his thighs as he jostled down the stairs towards the emergency room. There was no point waiting for the lift when others needed it more and Eddie could use the stairs.

He didn't like what he saw. People sat on the floor in the stairwell and the adjoining corridors. Sat on blankets. Holding gauze to major cuts, empty water bottles sat beside them. Water trickling down the stairs causing a major hazard. Two, three and four people sharing one oxygen tank between them, taking turns with the mask to try and keep each other from gasping like fish.

Were these people all walk-ins from the disaster? Were these patients that had been moved out of their rooms and wards to make way for more dire emergencies?

How many more people were going to be coming into the hospital? How many more people could they help before they were overflowing and had no space left?

Could they even turn people away? Eddie had never known them to turn anyone away, especially not in a disaster. But they were clearly reaching maximum capacity if people were sitting in stairwells and lying in corridors. They might have to turn people away, how could they help people if they had no space and were using up their extra resources?

The doors swung open when Eddie barged into the emergency room. He clipped his ID badge onto his waistband for easy access in case he had to go and grab more supplies. All the corridors were locked for safety, if the patients wanted through they had to be buzzed in and all staff had keycards.

"Darren, what have we got?"

"What haven't we got?" The nurse deadpanned, dropping his shoulders as he spun to face Eddie. He rose a brow when he realised what Eddie was wearing. He wasn't in his usual button up shirt or trousers. He was in pale turquoise scrubs and his usual bleached white overcoat. That was a giveaway that he had been in surgery.

"Alright, smart arse, who's shift lead down here?" Eddie's hands moved to his hips and he took a look around.

The emergency room had never been so compact.

Most of the curtains were pulled back with little privacy so they could push the beds closer together and squeeze more patients in. People were sitting on blankets on the floor. Others were lining the walls, sat, crouching and stood waiting to be seen by anyone available.

Some were wearing wristbands of different colours, red meant someone was in dire need of help, green were those who could wait and amber meant they would need attention soon.

Black was reserved for those who were either dead or not going to make it. It had been a long time since Eddie had seen the wristband system come into play.

"Jameston was pulled up to theatre, Macabee's been pulled somewhere else, we're just helping who we can."

"Fuck." Eddie's fingers scratched through his scrubs until he was sure he would have red indents in his skin and blood wheels bubbling up beneath his skin. If no one was on shift lead then people didn't have anyone to report to, that meant people would just help whoever they wanted or whoever was closest. They needed a system.

If no one was going to take charge then Eddie would take that role himself. People could listen to him or get out the emergency room.

"Alright, listen up." He made his way over to the circular reception desk in the middle of the room. "If you don't have a wristband, come get one. Green bands in that corner, amber over here. If you have red then someone will come and move you towards the back."

Coloured bands were there for a reason, people were meant to be segregated into their groups, not compiled together like this. Eddie pointed for where he wanted them to go and waved his hands towards the back for all the red patients to be escorted over. The back was closest to the equipment and near the lifts for easy transfer.

"You three, go to red I want four nurses in the red corner at all times, do not leave those patients. Johnson, you're in charge or those three, deal with amber and get them onto a different floor. The rest of you sort out the greens, anyone who can be stitched up and sent out needs to go. We aren't a cafe we are here for serious injuries."

Eddie could see the funny looks he was getting, but no one dared argue with him. He was putting himself in charge and they needed to agree or go to a different ward for different orders.

This was a hospital. Anyone who had minor injuries needed to be given paracetamol, checked for cuts and sent home. They could get antibiotics from their GP and they could get seen by a pharmacist for any minor complications. They had no room, no space and no time to deal with anyone who wasn't in critical condition.

"We've been separated, w-we need to find out families-"

"Ma'am, I completely understand that, but you can't do that here."

"We need to see if our families have been admitted!" An angry father, or, Eddie presumed he was a father by his stance and his panicked temper, stomped his foot on the floor.

He wanted to find his loved ones. He had a few injuries that weren't life-threatening. He wanted to find his family and he couldn't leave the hospital if he wanted to do that.

He looked Eddie up and down when the doctor advanced over to him with a calm expression and his hands at his sides.

"Look around," Eddie's voice was gentle but his words were oddly firm. "We aren't taking names at the moment, we treat people, we get them onto a ward or on their way. We don't get names until they are safely in a bed or about to leave. In here, we have no way of knowing if your family have arrived, have been transferred or are in theatre."

They couldn't take names straight away. Some people weren't in any fit state to give their names or ask about their families. Their job as doctors was to patch people up and get them safely into theatre or onto a ward.

"If you go out into the gardens, the emergency services will set up tents and take names. They will help you find your family, but I can't have you taking up time and resources in here if you are fit and able to wait outside. Please."

It sounded harsh, but this was an emergency like no other. Eddie had no space for people to sit here and people-watch, waiting for their families to come in or to hear any news they were desperately seeking.

The emergency services and some of the hospital reception staff would already be setting up tents outside. They took names and cross-referenced against those who had been able to give their names on arrival. They checked for people on wards, people in the morgue and those who were dead but yet to be identified.

Once the man nodded, Eddie pointed at someone to check them over and guide the group of people out who had green wristbands.

He turned to face the reception desk, taking deep breaths to try and calm down the tremors that were rattling through him. But his brows furrowed and he sighed when he looked at the desk. Papers were scattered everywhere. Some were drenched in water from the patients who came in, scrambling for help at the desk. Others were scribbled so hastily that Eddie couldn't make head nor tail of the words.

"Janice, what is going on here?" His hands fumbled around, motioning to all the paperwork.

"I've had over two hundred people to sign in and send upstairs-"

"How do you know which ones are which?"

Her lack of reply had Eddie running his hands over his face with a deep, grumble that racked his chest and had his jaw locking in place. Could no one organise in this mess? Had they all forgotten how to cope in a disaster? It had only been a year since the Earthquake and Eddie had worked three days straight during that period.

They had a great system during that disaster, did everyone just forget how to cope and how to function in times like these?

"Dios, we can't work like this-"

"What do you want me to do? Doctor?" She added on quietly at the end, looking down to her hands when she realised she might just be speaking a bit out of term to a senior doctor.

"I want you to organise this desk. Forget about filing the paperwork, okay? Blank paper is what you need. Get people to write their names down if they can, one page for green, one for amber, one for red. Keep them in piles, then we know where people are when we have to log into the system after everyone's sorted. Get rid of this shit, start over."

Eddie's abdomen dug into the desk while he grabbed a large stack of paperwork and tossed it behind the desk onto the floor.

Forms were no good in an emergency, things needed to be plain and simple. Names, where they were being sent, that was all they needed right now. No insurance forms, no past discharge notes, just the main details. Names, dates of birth, allergies, that was it.

When Janice nodded, Eddie spun on his heels and looked around. Everyone was listening to him, people were more organised and it meant the nurses fluttering around here were helping the right people and they weren't stuck like headless chickens.

"If you just sit down here-"

"If he's amber sit on the left, if he's red move to the right but not in front of the bloody doors please." Eddie snapped, pointing across at the young nurse who was just about to sit an elderly man in front of the back doors that led off to the X-ray corridor.

Did people not use their brains? Where they all shutting down and waiting for Eddie to take charge? Was he going to have to order them all around and do their jobs for them? They couldn't sit someone in front of the doors because if they swung open that poor man would be knocked flying and he would be in a worse shape than when he arrived.

He could see the nurse bite down on her lip as if she might start crying and it made Eddie's heart spasm. But she held herself together. She put on a shallow smile and helped shuffle the man to the left and sit him down next to a cot bed with a young woman on.

"Doctor Diaz?" A timid voice broke Eddie out of his thoughts and had him spinning on his heels.

A young nurse. She couldn't have been more than twenty-five, maybe younger, he wasn't sure. Both her hands were clasped together in front of her and her fingers were scratching at the back of her hands. Her arms were shaking, elbows were pinned into her waist and her shoulders were hunched and pulled forwards.

She looked like she needed medical help with how anxious she was and Eddie wasn't sure if she was about to be sick or not. Tears were in her eyes and she was breathing shallow.

"Yes?" His tone was softer than before and he tried to smile to calm her down but it didn't seem to work.

"What- um, what do we do with the bodies?"

Her words stunned Eddie and he took a cautious look around. He had seen people looking like they were on Death's door, but no one seemed to have passed away yet. But when the nurse shakily pointed over her shoulder, Eddie saw.

He saw the body of a teenager, just a few years older than his own son. Not breathing. Not moving. Laid languidly on a cot bed as if he was passed out.

Eddie ran a hand across his face and took a strangled breath through his fingers.

He could feel his hands about to tremble with the adrenaline shooting through his system. He reached out, tensing his fingers to keep his hand from shaking and he gave her shoulder a squeeze before he spun to face the reception desk.

His nimble fingers scoured through the paperwork behind the desk until he found what he was looking for.

A black lanyard. A rectangle piece of paper, as black as night and as scratchy as hay. There were white lines for a name to be written across and a time, date and cause of death.

"Johnston! Gurney." Eddie waved the nurse over and walked the younger nurse back towards the patient. He handed her the lanyard. "Do we have a name?"

She shook her head.

"Then take him towards X-ray, out the side doors and into the foyer… he needs to be laid with the unidentified and recorded."

Eddie didn't want her taking the teen out through the ER doors. People were still coming in. No one deserved or needed to see a dead body being wheeled out, it would cause panic and it wasn't respectful. If they had a name then he could have been taken to the morgue. Without a name, he had to be laid in the tent with the other unidentified and the easiest way to get there without alarming people was through the X-ray corridor.

This was going to be a long day, and it had only just begun.

***

"We're nearly there, you just hang on for me, okay?" Tremors rattled through Buck's voice and gave away the sheer desperation welling up inside of him.

He continued to push the gurney with his right hand while his left hand deadlocked around his sister's palm. He could feel her hand, a mixture of sweat and salt water dribbling between their fingers, squeezing his tightly. And her nails that were split and had layers of mud stuck beneath them were scratching into the back of his hand. Holding tightly to let him know she was still hanging on, just like he asked.

The emergency room doors parted easily and allowed the 118 to glide straight through, but Buck's voice boomed over the rest of the sounds like a siren, demanding to be heard.

"Diaz! Where's Doctor Diaz?"

"Sir, we're very-"

"Get me Doctor Diaz now!" Buck all but slammed his foot down on the glistening tiled floor that was littered with smudges of blood, dirt and puddles of salt water that was as brown as milk chocolate.

He needed his brother in law. He needed Eddie. (Y/n) needed a doctor and the only one she needed right now was her husband.

Eddie spun on his heels, pen light clasped between his teeth and stethoscope hung around his neck. He looked over his shoulder, hands paused in mid air as he crouched in front of a young boy he was trying to assess.

It wasn't enough to direct people in the ER and try to create a system, Eddie was still a doctor and until he was called up to surgery, he had to assess people down here. He had to do his fair share, or more than his fair share when no one here seemed to be able to do their jobs properly. Eddie had assessed patients, sent them to X-ray, sent others to an MRI.

He had done CPR on an elderly woman, a tracheotomy on a middle-aged man choking on what he had inhaled during the floods. And he had the harsh job of sending another three people to the unidentified tent out in the foyer when they passed away.

But he knew that voice.

He knew that loud, sometimes obnoxious, but mostly caring voice that had risen an octave and sounded as distressed as Eddie had ever heard him.

Buck. His brother in law. Eddie thought his brother in law would be working today, this was an emergency and he knew Buck was all for helping anyone he could. But Eddie hadn't thought he would see Buck today, he thought their jobs would keep them separate and he would see him in a few days to talk and go over what had gone on today.

"Buck?" Paranoia flooded Eddie's voice as he narrowed his eyes and looked around the emergency room.

He found Buck easily. That sandy blond hair, damp and curled to the max. Those broad shoulders, towering over everyone else within reach. Those ocean blue eyes that held so much pain and panic within them that it physically made Eddie feel sick.

"Buck, what are you…"

(Y/n).

His wife. There she was. Not safely tucked up at home. Not at home snuggled up with Chris watching a movie or listening intently to the news.

She was laid on the gurney, looking worse for wear and clinging to her brother's hand.

What had happened?

"No, no no!" The pen light dropped to his feet, his hands began to shake and his shoes clicked against the floor as he skidded over towards his wife.

He didn't know the other people gathered round the gurney, but it didn't take much to work out that they had to be Buck's team who he worked with. There were three of them, to be exact, all gathered round the gurney like they were waiting for a premonition to take place.

The moment he reached the gurney, Eddie was stooping over. His trembling hands cupped (Y/n)'s face that was damp, although he couldn't tell whether it was sweat or sea water. His thumbs glided over her cheeks that were a mix of hot and cold all together, all at once. He creased his abdomen to double over the gurney and his elbows pinned into (Y/n)'s arms.

She shakily let go of her brother's hand and tried to open her eyes. They were still burning like the fires of Hell from all the water. She could barely breathe. She couldn't see properly. Eddie's figure looming over her was almost as if she was seeing an angel, guiding her to the afterlife.

A halo of light surrounded Eddie's frame, but (Y/n) just managed to make out the creases around his eyes, the bridge of his nose and those ruby red lips that were barely touching her own.

"Mi amor," Eddie didn't trust himself to speak properly and he couldn't drag his eyes away from his wife.

He pecked her lips, feeling just how frozen cold they felt against his own and it made him cringe. His thumbs continued to glide across her cheeks while he tilted his head to the right and looked up at his brother in law.

"Eddie," (Y/n)'s voice was quiet and each breath she took hitched higher than the last, but the look in her eyes had Eddie's heart breaking. She was relieved. She was staring at him like she had taken a long pilgrimage and had finally found safety and sanctuary with him.

She knew she was safe now.

"What happened- w-where's Chris?"

"We found them clinging on top of a swamped fire truck. Chris is in our truck, h-he's fine I swear. But you need to help her."

A small ounce of relief dwelled in Eddie's stomach. His son was safe. Chris was patched up and clearly didn't need any medical attention like (Y/n) did. They had found both of them and managed to get them out of the wreckage. (Y/n) had been saved by her brother and his team. She had managed to stay with Chris and not get separated, at least, not for very long. They had both been found.

"Let me look at you, mi amor." He hushed quietly and pecked her lips again before he reeled up enough to assess her.

His hands wandered up and down, checking for any deep abrasions or broken bones or anything that didn't seem right.

Both (Y/n)'s arms were pinned to her chest, but she deadlocked her hands around Eddie's arm. Tears flushed her face, sniffles and gasps left her split lips and she was trembling back and forth. Her knees were lifted up like she was trying to curl up and get into the fetal position to make herself feel better.

Eddie could see hundreds of cuts littering her arms and her exposed chest. Her shirt had been cut down the middle, presumably so they could assess her chest and there was a cut just under her fifth rib. It didn't look extensive, but it would need stitches.

When he tried to press down on her abdomen, (Y/n)'s knees jolted up and a mewling sob left her lips. Her head tilted back into the gurney, pushing her throat out and she gurgled through each breath.

"Hurts!"

"Shh, sorry baby, I'm sorry. Let me see, please." He gently moved her arms away so he could assess again but when he pressed down on the right side of her abdomen just above her hip, she coiled inwards again. "Intestine's ruptured. Shit."

"I'll go sit with Chris." Chimney patted Buck's shoulder before he jogged out, they didn't want to leave Chris sat on his own for too long.

"Her breathing's very laboured and mismatched." Hen had tried to assess (Y/n)'s chest, but she was still breathing. Every now and then she would cough or take five sharp, thin breaths all at once. She couldn't hear any water in her lungs and she was still breathing so that couldn't be the case.

Eddie swiped the stethoscope from his neck and pressed them to his ears. He let (Y/n) smother her face against his right arm while he leaned over her and pressed the stethoscope against her back to listen to her lungs.

But he suddenly felt (Y/n)'s forehead slamming into his arm and her fingers scraped through his jacket sleeves, digging into his arm so tightly she was cutting off his circulation.

He dropped the stethoscope and reached forward, taking the small torch light from Hen's top pocket before she could ask what he was doing.

He twisted (Y/n) so she was laying on her left side, facing him as he crouched down in front of the gurney.

"Open. Open up."

Eddie shone the light in her mouth and squinted to try and see if there was any obstruction.

(Y/n) clasped her fingers around his wrist, closing her eyes tightly as she started to shake. Something didn't feel right. Her chest felt constricted, her lungs weren't opening up and taking proper breaths anymore. She felt like she was going to be sick.

She could feel someone's hand at the back of her neck and when she started to cough, her body shuddered and she jerked her legs out when Eddie's hand moved to her mouth.

"I'm sorry- baby just keep breathing it's okay." Eddie grimaced as water spluttered past (Y/n)'s lips and dripped down onto the floor. He pushed his fingers past her lips towards the back of her throat, hating the way she squirmed and tried to push him away, but he could see she was choking on something.

Buck wrapped an arm around his front and gagged, turning his head away when he watched Eddie slowly pull a long stream of either seaweed or some sort of tangled up plant from (Y/n)'s lips. She must have inhaled it during the struggle when the first wave hit. She didn't even know she had inhaled that into her lungs.

Eddie tossed the seaweed onto the floor by his feet, shaking his hand, relieved he was wearing gloves for doing that.

"Janice!" He tossed his head to look over his shoulder at the receptionist who was dumbstruck, unsure what to do. "Find me an OR and a surgical team. Ruptured intestine, I need to operate now."

"Um… theatre four, floor two should be free."

"Someone bring Chris."

Eddie reeled up back to his full height, grabbed the edge of the stretcher and began steering them towards the back corridor through the middle of the ER. Chris could come up, he could wait in Eddie's office where Buck could wait with him once (Y/n) was in theatre and being looked after.

This was his worst nightmare. This was something Eddie had always been fearful of. Having his wife and son caught up in something horrid like this. He had been extremely lucky last year that Chris had been safe at school and (Y/n) had been at home when the Earthquake hit. Both of them had been out the way and in no danger.

Not like today. They had been caught up in this natural disaster and now Eddie had to operate on his wife. He had never done this before. He had stitched (Y/n) up at home a few times, but he had never had to operate on her or have her need any type of hospitalisation like this.

He wasn't supposed to operate on family members. It was too dangerous in case something happened or she died or Eddie made a mistake. But this was an emergency. All their staff had been redirected, no one was where they were supposed to be. Any doctor was being diverted to any theatre, operating room, ward and scan that they could to observe and help and intervene.

Eddie didn't have time to wait around for another colleague to come over and operate on (Y/n). He had done this procedure hundreds of times before and he wasn't going to trust anyone else to look after his wife the way he would.

"E-Eddie," (Y/n) gave a soft tug on Eddie's hand that she had confiscated and pinned against her chest. She could barely open her eyes to look up at him, but she was relieved when he leaned down and kissed her temple.

She managed to focus enough to watch him scan his badge against the doors and guide them out of the emergency room and into a more secluded corridor with less casualties around ever corner.

"Yeah, baby?"

"Don't l…leave me."

"I'm not going anywhere without you, mi amor." He kissed the back of her hand before the three of them crammed into the lift.

Bobby was hanging back with Hen, waiting for Chimney to come out with Chris so they could catch them up. The team weren't leaving, they would wait and stay with Buck so they could comfort him and wait on any news of his little sister. It had been a stroke of luck that they had found (Y/n) rather than any other team. Buck had made it his mission to look after his sister and he told them exactly which hospital to go to, although none of them had known why Buck was fixated on this hospital. Until they saw Eddie.

Once they were up on the second floor, Eddie flagged down a passing nurse before he turned to face Buck.

"My office is around that corner, second door on the left. I'll find you as soon as it's done." He unclipped his keycard from his scrubs and handed it over. Buck was welcome to wait in his office, Chris had been in there hundreds of times before so he would know where to go and he would be okay there. Chris had a few of his books in the office to occupy him.

Once Buck headed back into the lift so he could go find the rest of the team, Eddie began his descent down the corridor, pushing the gurney single-handed.

"Okay, reception said we have an emergency?" Cranston placed his hands on his hips and stood outside the empty operating room he had been told to get scrubbed up for another surgery.

But once his eyes landed on the girl on the stretcher, his hands fell at his sides and he shook his head. (Y/n). He had seen her here many times when she came to visit Eddie or when she brought Chris down for a visit. Eddie couldn't be here for this. He couldn't be the leading surgeon, he wasn't allowed.

"No, Diaz you can't-"

"No one else is touching my wife. I'm her doctor now, got it?"

[daycare-care]

FNAF themed activity set!

Coloring pages

Activity sheets

Quests:

Freddy’s Showtime Set-Up

Story: Freddy’s going on stage tonight, but the band’s stuff is all missing! Quest:

Gather toy instruments or draw them.

Line up your plushies like a band (Freddy, Bonnie, Chica, etc.).

Put on a mini “concert” — dance, sing, or play a music video for them.

Extra: Make tickets or posters for the show!

Bonnie’s Guitar Hunt

Story: Bonnie lost his favorite guitar backstage! Quest:

Hide or draw a guitar and “find” it by checking rooms (closet, under bed, behind pillow).

Each place gives a clue to the next.

Celebrate when you find it!

Chica’s Pizza Party Planner

Story: Chica is throwing a pizza party and needs your help! Quest:

Draw or craft a pizza with paper or felt (add toppings!).

Make a snack version (mini bagel pizzas, crackers + cheese).

Decorate a pretend party table for her.

Extra: Invite plushies to the party!

Plushie Night Shift

Story: You’re the night guard… but the animatronics are just lonely. Quest:

Use a flashlight and check on plushies in different “rooms” (pillows, shelves).

Tuck each one in or give a hug so they stay happy.

Finish your shift with a star sticker or a little reward!

Extra: Use a clock or timer for each “hour.”

Pirate Cove Cleanup with Foxy

Story: Foxy’s cove is messy from all his treasure hunting! Quest:

Find 5 “lost treasures” (toy coins, buttons, shiny things).

Clean/tidy a small play area or shelf with Foxy.

Build a treasure box from a container or cardboard.

Extra: Make a pirate map to track where things are hidden!

Mini Pizzaplex Missions (Security Breach Style)

Story: You’re helping Glamrock Freddy protect the Pizzaplex! Quest:

Pick a mission card (draw, find, build).

Examples:

“Fix the arcade machine” = Stack blocks or tidy toys.

“Sneak past Monty” = Crawl quietly across the room.

“Recharge at a station” = Snuggle under a blanket!

Extra: Use a flashlight or toy camera for pretend security gear!

SNACKS AND DRINK RECIPES!

🍕 1. Chica’s Mini Pizzas

Inspired by: Chica the Chicken (queen of pizza!)

Use English muffins, mini bagels, or tortillas.

Spread on pizza sauce, cheese, and toppings (pepperoni, olives, veggies).

Bake until melty!

Little Twist: Cut into shapes with cookie cutters if you want star or heart pizza!

🍪 2. Freddy’s Fudge Bear Bites

Inspired by: Freddy Fazbear

Use chocolate pudding or fudge.

Top with whipped cream and bear-shaped cookies (like Teddy Grahams).

Add sprinkles if you like!

Alternative: Make chocolate Rice Krispies shaped into little bear heads!

🍩 3. Glamrock Sprinkle Donuts

Inspired by: Glamrock Freddy & friends

Plain mini donuts or donut holes.

Dip in frosting or melted white chocolate.

Cover with colorful neon sprinkles.

Add a Star: Use edible glitter or star sprinkles for that pizzaplex flair!

🍫 4. Moon Drop Popcorn

Inspired by: Moondrop (Security Breach)

Pop popcorn and mix with a little melted white chocolate.

Sprinkle with blue and silver sprinkles or edible stars.

Let cool to harden slightly.

Optional: Add mini marshmallows or cereal stars for a dreamy vibe.

🧺 5. Bonnie’s Bunny Munch

Inspired by: Bonnie the Bunny

Trail mix with pretzels, bunny grahams, raisins, chocolate chips, or pastel M&Ms.

Mix it all up in a bowl or mini snack bags.

Pretend Play: Package it as “backstage bunny snacks” for plushies!

🥤💫 FNaF-Themed Drinks

🌈 1. Freddy Fazbear Float

Root beer or cola

A scoop of vanilla ice cream on top

Optional: chocolate syrup swirl on the rim

Little Idea: Use a striped straw and call it “Freddy Fuel!”

🧃 2. Chica’s Party Punch

Lemonade + a splash of fruit punch or strawberry soda

Add fruit slices or gummy rings

Serve in a cup with a party hat sticker!

Sugar-Free Tip: Use flavored water and fruit instead.

💙 3. Monty’s Gator-Ade

Lime or blue sports drink (or Kool-Aid)

Ice cubes with gummy worms frozen inside (optional!)

Name it “Monty’s Swamp Juice!”

🌙 4. Moondrop Milk

Cold milk or oat milk

Add blue food coloring or a drop of vanilla

Sprinkle edible glitter on top

Nighttime Cozy: Serve in a cup with a moon or star sticker. Great before bedtime!

☀️ 5. Sunrise Smoothie

Orange juice + banana + yogurt

Blend until creamy

Add a straw and a paper sun cut-out on the rim

Sunny Tip: Call it “Sun’s Power Potion” and drink it during playtime!

[nichromepackagingmachine]

Filpack Servo 12K

This machine is the fastest milk pouch packaging machine, with a speed of 12,000 packs/hour. It can pack CSPP pouches of 200 ml, 500 ml and 1000 ml with equal ease and accuracy.

FILPACK SERVO 12K is a heavy duty machine with simple maintenance-friendly construction. It is built for hygiene with product contact parts of stainless steel and a UV film sterilisation system for the packaging material.

Independent balance tanks offer flexibility to handle single or different products simultaneously.

[nichromepackaging]

Milk Packaging Machine for Business: Everything You Need to Know to Get Started

From the busiest metros to the idyllic villages, everywhere in the country, milk is an indispensable item. But what distinguishes a successful dairy firm from the rest is not milk per se—it is how you present it.

First impressions are poured, sealed, and delivered in today's competitive and hygiene-conscious market. And that’s where milk packaging machines step into the spotlight.

Whether you are starting a new dairy enterprise or looking to expand your current milk operation, the differentiator is investing in an effective milk packaging system. At Nichrome, we don't just build packaging machines — we build growth for the dairy sector by pushing the boundaries of innovation, reliability, and scalability in packaging technology.

Let's break down everything you must know to turn your milk business into a profitable packaging powerhouse.

Why Invest in a Milk Packaging Machine?

Dairy packaging machines are not just about speed or convenience—these are the secret sauce to the successful growth of your dairy business. In the modern competitive market, a milk packaging machine is no longer a choice but a necessity. Here's why dairy packaging machines are the secret to the success of any serious dairy entrepreneur:

Changing Consumer Trends: Today's consumers are health-conscious and prefer hygienic packaging of milk items. An elite milk packaging machine offers tamper-proof, clean packaging, winning the trust and loyalty of your customers.

Long Shelf Life: Proper filling and airtight packaging increase the shelf life of your milk. Advanced dairy & milk packaging machinery uses superior packaging films and sealing technologies to preserve freshness and maximize shelf life, critical to minimize wastage.

Lower Costs, Higher Output: Automated milk filling machines save labour, reduce errors, and accelerate packaging. That translates into more packs per hour, an increase in profitability without sacrificing quality.

Food Safety Standards Compliance: It is simple to be FSSAI-compliant with the use of hygienic operation-specific and Clean-In-Place (CIP) equipment. Nichrome's milk packaging machines range makes it simple to be in conformity with all regulatory standards.

Better Branding: Pouches or bottles, your milk products packaging machine gives all your packs a professional look, setting you apart from the rest.

To put it simply, a reliable milk packaging machine manufacturer such as Nichrome not only offers machines, it offers the means to grow, innovate, and prosper. Looking to take your dairy packaging to the next level? Discover our lineup today and package your road to success!

Milk Packaging Machine Types

Where the selection of the best milk packaging machine for your business is on the line, being aware of the available options is key to making the optimal choice. Assisting you in establishing a new dairy business or expanding existing operations, we at Nichrome offer a comprehensive selection of dairy packaging machines that satisfy diverse business needs and budgets.

Based on Automation:

Manual Machines: These are the most basic milk packaging machines that need less capital but a lot of manual labour. Best for micro-enterprises or startups trying to feel their way around.

Semi-Automatic Machines: Offering a great compromise, these milk products packaging machines boost efficiency with moderate mechanization, perfect for small to medium-sized dairy firms that wish to improve productivity without extensive capital outlays. 

Fully Automatic Machines:  Designed for high-speed, high-volume operations, fully automatic milk filling machines provide top-notch precision, hygiene, and scalability, helping businesses meet growing market demands seamlessly.

Based on the Packaging Format:

Pouch Filling Machines: Very much sought-after all-over India, these packaging machines pack the milk into clean pouches at an affordable cost and efficiency, making them ideal for mass retail sale.

Bottle Filling Machines: Perfect for value-added milk and dairy items like flavoured milk, buttermilk, and curd, these machines enhance product attractiveness and target niche markets in the industry.

Selecting the right category of dairy & milk packaging machine keeps your product distinctive as well as fresh, safe, and reliable to the consumer.

Nichrome's Milk Packaging Machines – Smart Choices for Smart Businesses

When you're looking for the top milk packaging machine for your dairy business, one size doesn't fit all. At Nichrome, we understand India's dairy sector has diverse needs – from nimble start-ups to big milk cooperatives. That's why our range of dairy & milk packaging machines is engineered for performance, hygiene, and adaptability. Here's a quick rundown of our top-sellers and who they're best suited for:

Model - Ideal For

Filpack Servo 6K - Mid-scale dairies aiming for consistent pouch output using a reliable milk pouch packing machine.

Filpack Servo 12K -High-speed, high-volume operations where precision and hygiene matter most. A trusted milk-packaging machine.

Filpack Servo 15K - Large dairy plants need fast, efficient, and automated milk packaging solutions with minimal downtime.

Filpack CMD Alpha - Compact, cost-efficient and versatile, perfect for startups and flexible production lines.

Filpack Universal- A true all-rounder – ideal for dairies offering multiple dairy products packaging from milk to lassi.

Filpack CMS 5L - Built for bulk milk packaging in 5L volumes – perfect for institutional supply and wholesale distribution.

All dairy packaging machines are supported by Nichrome's heritage of engineering excellence, assured service, and customer-centric innovation.

Whether you're just starting in the dairy operation or expanding, there's a Nichrome machine to suit your goals. Ready to future-proof your business? Let's get packaging.

Main Features to Consider in a Milk Packaging Machine

When choosing the optimal milk packaging machine for your business, it's not a buy—it's an investment in quality, hygiene, and long-term profitability. All dairy & milk packaging machines are not created equal, so here's what to look for:

Hygiene Systems: Choose machines with Clean-In-Place (CIP) to provide the ultimate in hygiene standards—an absolute necessity for dairy packaging machines.

Filling Precision: One drop makes the difference. Our machines are designed for precise, repeatable fills, so you don't leave profits down the drain. 

Speed & Scalability: An efficient milk filling machine is adaptable. Whether you begin at 6,000 pouches/hour or grow to 15,000, we have got you covered.

Material Compatibility: From LDPE to multilayer films, the equipment must accommodate your packaging option

User-Friendly Controls: Simple-to-use interfaces, touchscreens, and diagnostic capabilities reduce downtime and streamline operations.

You're not just packing milk in our new-generation milk packaging machines—you're packing potential.

Cost Factors: What Are You Paying For?

The high initial investment in the milk packaging machine is not as significant as its contribution to value in the long run.

Operational Efficiency: More efficient packaging results in faster returns.

Human Error Reduced: Automation reduces rework expense.

Long-Term Support: We offer AMC plans and are committed to making sure your machines always operate at maximum speed.

Starting a Milk Packaging Business: A Step-by-Step Guide

With growing demand for milk packaging and dairy packaging machines, the moment is well and truly enough to venture into this profitable business. Here's your entire checklist to get you started:

FSSAI Certification: This is your operating license. You must uphold standards of food safety and hygiene for every firm packaging milk.

Select Your Packaging Material: Based on your target market and costs, select LDPE film, multi-layer laminates, or HDPE bottles—each of which is compatible with our milk filling machines. 

Build Your Distribution Channel: Move beyond local shops—consider milk carts, D2C shipping, or team up with schools and cafeterias.

Invest in the Right Machine: From milk pouch packers to bottle fillers, we have options like Filpack Servo 6K, 12K, 15K, and CMD Alpha — optimized for hygiene, speed, and scalability.

With the right strategy and the right milk packaging machine company behind you, your company is going to pour success by the litre.

Common Mistakes to Avoid

Avoid these errors to prevent your dairy dreams from curdling:

Paying Attention to Cost Only: A cheap packaging machine that is no longer in use will cost you a lot in the long run.

Overlooking Hygiene Requirements: You can get shut down.

Inability to Scale: Your infrastructure must expand with your demand in the market.

Conclusion: Seal the Future, One Pouch at a Time

The future of dairy packaging in India is fast, hygienic, and automated—and it starts with the right milk packaging machine.

We don't only make packaging machines at Nichrome—we make dairy entrepreneurs successful. Whether you're just sealing your first pouch or growing to thousands, we're here to make it possible for you to package success into every ounce.

Now let's begin. Your milk is worthy of Nichrome

FAQs

What milk packaging machine is suitable for small dairy enterprises?

A: For small businesses, a low-capacity fully automatic or semi-automatic pouch filler like Nichrome's Filpack Servo 6K is the best. It is hygienic, precise, and fast without requiring a huge amount of investment.

Can one pack milk and other milk products like buttermilk or lassi on one machine?

A: Yes, all of Nichrome's milk packing machines are universal and can pack more than one liquid dairy product, such as milk, buttermilk, lassi, and even flavoured milk, with minor modification.

What are the compatible packaging materials for Nichrome milk machines? 

A: Nichrome machines are packaged with different packaging materials such as LDPE film, laminated multilayer films, and HDPE bottles, which are customer requirements and model-specific.

How do I achieve hygiene in my packaging process for milk? 

A: Choose machines with CIP (Clean-In-Place) systems and auto-sealing features. Nichrome machines are FSSAI regulation-based, and they offer hygiene and contamination-free packaging.

What is the nature of the after-machine installation assistance provided by Nichrome?

A: Nichrome provides turnkey assistance, including installation, operator training, AMC (Annual Maintenance Contract), spare parts availability, and technical support 24x7 for uninterrupted and smooth operations.

[maharanimachine]

[verstappentime]

@sunsetmog & i have gone deep into the sugar baby daniel rabbit hole so here's max trying to upgrade dan to full time sugar baby. it helped me feel better on my dreadful monday so y'all should have it as well <33 (read hers first)

Max is already out of bed when Daniel gets up. He's exhausted and heavy and sore. He feels like he could sleep another eight hours. Max would let him. But he has to go back to work tomorrow and he's not going to see Max for weeks and weeks after that. He's not in bed and Daniel misses him already, right now.

He wanders out into the kitchen. Max is perched at the breakfast bar, eating cereal and watching something on his phone, which is propped up on a book. Daniel keeps telling him to just put a TV in here, so he can stop sitting hunched over like a gremlin, but Max is hard to make do things if they're not for other people.

"Hey," he says, and watches Max's features soften when he looks up.

Max struggles getting off his barstool, all stuck to it, in a rush to see him after probably, like, an hour. They're so embarrassing. He's so in love it hurts.

"Baby," Max says, sounding wounded. He touches Daniel's cheek, frowning like something's not where he left it. "You look so tired."

"That's alright." Daniel likes that Max notices him. He just– doesn't like that look on his face. "Am I still pretty, then?"

"Don't be stupid. You are of course very gorgeous and handsome." Max is still scrutinizing him. "But you are here all weekend and still tired."

"Yeah, well. I'm kind of in a deficit. I'm just. Gonna." Daniel brushes his hand off, not harshly, stepping around Max to pick out a mug and go for a latte.

He likes this new espresso machine. He's seen on the package delivery app from his apartment complex that Max got him one for his place – he's going to pretend to be surprised when he gets back.

Max is still hovering. Daniel lets him chew on whatever's bothering him. He rummages for sugar and debates between the four kinds of non-dairy milk Max got for him without turning to look.

"Are you alright?" Max asks, finally, as he's pouring milk into the frother.

"We established that I'm tired, Max. It's okay. Maybe I'll nap later."

Max wraps both arms around him from behind, forehead against the back of his neck. "I think maybe it's not going away," he says.

He can't cry, but he wants to. Max has never been with him during a bad spell. But he'd warned him. I won't want to do anything. I might need you to be a bit mean to get me to eat or shower. I'll be tired but sleep won't fix it.

"I'm just working too much." It sounds stupid.

Max says what Daniel's thinking. "It can be both." He pulls away. It doesn't sound like he's going to push it. "Can you show me how to do the coffee? So I can do it for you."

He breathes out. "Yeah, okay."

&&&

Max is skipping his training routine, and he doesn't say why.

He stays in with Daniel on the couch, and they watch It's Always Sunny, which Daniel can't believe Max has never seen and makes him nearly choke on his Red Bull.

It's good. He feels a little better after his coffee. They're good.

Max has been tracing loops on his thigh for awhile. He thinks one was a love heart. It means Max is thinking.

Dennis is about to tell the gang he's leaving, and it's important, but Max pauses the TV. He says, "Don't go back to work tomorrow."

"What?" He's out of PTO. Max knows that. They've gone over it ten times. "You know I can't–"

"Don't go back. Tomorrow or– don't go back. You don't have to. You don't have to worry about money. This is stupid." Max squeezes Daniel's thigh, urgent, which is about the only thing keeping his head from spinning off. "This is going to make you unwell and I don't want– there is no point when I can take care of it."

[rainsoughtflowers]

do you see right through me?

part one

tw/cw - angst, graphic depictions of death and violence.

a/n - woohoo next chapter !!

it only takes you a moment to decide. 

your eyes swiftly scan the options, left to right, down and across, passing over a large variety of bubbly sodas and fruit flavored milk. your attention snags on a small container sitting in the second row, displaying bright orange letters and a small mango on the packaging. the familiar sight of your go-to drink. your fingers smooth out the dollar bill in your hands before slipping it into the machine and, once checking the number, move over to press the corresponding buttons. you step back slightly, following the sight of the vending machine slowly pushing your drink out of its row. it drops to the bottom with a soft thud, and you reach down to push open the flap. 

another hand slips in before you, successfully grabbing the container, causing you to glance up and meet seung-bin's delighted eyes. 

he holds it up, inspecting the bright letters printed on the front, "mango flavored milk?" he asks, smirking.

you slowly straighten, nodding your head slightly, "yes. it's my favorite." you reach out your hand, intending to retrieve it, but seung-bin is quicker, swiftly pulling it out of reach and over his head. 

"really? your favorite? it must be good then. i think i want to try it." you blink slowly at him, processing his words, studying his cocky smile, amused eyes and arrogant nature. ah, he was picking on you. it was no surprise, really. although seung-bin stayed away from beating up girls, he had no problem messing with them from time to time, especially when he was bored. you just happen to be the unlucky victim for the day. 

how annoying. 

you angle your body to face him head on, "there's plenty more in the vending machine. or," you tilt your head, inspecting him carefully, "do you need to borrow money?"

seung-bin's entire face changes in one swift moment. he scowls, lowering the can and taking one intimidating step towards you, "the fuck did you say to me bitch-"

SMACK.

seung-bin blinks, stunned, but he has no chance to move away or curse the culprit as he gets smacked on the back of his head two more times. a silence settles over the hallway, eerily quiet, and the air feels suffocatingly thick. only one person would have the confidence to reprimand seung-bin and get away with it. 

you direct your attention to the perpetrator, feeling your own version of surprise overcome your body when your eyes settle on kyung-jun. you've never been afraid of him, not really, but looking at him then, taking in the seriousness molding his features, the quiet anger directed at his friend, it's almost enough to make you tremble. 

"why do you have to be so damn annoying, huh? don't you have your own money to buy a drink? or did you gamble it all away like an idiot again?" seung-bin flinches at the harsh tone, hanging his head in shame. kyung-jun stares at him for another couple moments before shifting his attention to you. your body seizes at its own accord, but you force yourself to remain steady, never faltering under his intense stare. his hand comes up and latches onto the back of seung-bin's neck, his grip tight, and nods his head in your direction, "go on. give it back."

seung-bin obeys, holding your drink out, and you stare at the offer, noticing the slight tremble in his fingers, the way he refuses to meet your eyes. slowly, you take it, looking at kyung-jun once it's back in your possession. his eyes still haven't left your own. 

"apologize." kyung-jun commands, shoving the boy forward. 

seung-bin steadies himself, looking at your face only for a quick second before lowering his head once more, "i'm sorry." he mutters, his words quick and unsteady. 

"you accept his apology?" kyung-jun asks. you spare a glance at the blond boy in front of you. seung-bin still hasn't moved, either due to fear or complete obedience, you couldn't tell. his hands are clenched tightly at his sides, and his head is still lowered, as if he's afraid of facing any more of kyung-jun's wrath. to be completely honest, not one part of you felt any sort of sympathy towards seung-bin. it was obvious his apology held no real value. still, you didn't feel like dealing with the situation any longer. 

you glance up, meeting kyung-jun's eyes, "yes."

a smile curls his lips, easily resting there. you're not sure what exactly amused him. your response or the situation as a whole? either way, he wraps an arm around seung-bin's shoulder, shaking him slightly, "you hear that? she was nice enough to forgive you. say thank you."

"thank you." seung-bin chokes out. 

kyung-jun breathes out a laugh, shaking seung-bin once more before pulling him along. the two walk away, and you turn, observing kyung-jun's back as his figure gets further and further away. when he's gone, you look back down at your drink, inspecting the small container with confusion. why did kyung-jun help you? was it his way of repaying you for the umbrella? was he bored? you replayed the scene in your head, assessing. his annoyance with seung-bin was genuine, but was it because he was messing with a girl, or was it you specifically?

you shake away the thoughts, distracting your mind by opening the plastic seal and taking a sip. it didn't matter what kyung-jun's intentions were. it probably wouldn't happen again, meaning, you could learn to forget about the situation entirely. you were kind to him, he repaid you back, and the two of you could go back to living your lives separately, just like before. the way it's suppose to be. 

you could forget about the rapid pounding of your heart, and the ghost of a smile threatening to settle on your lips. 

unlike before, you wake up quickly. 

your eyes snap open, darting around the room as your breathing picks up in only a couple short breaths. music plays overhead, and you feel the sturdiness of the wall against your back, your legs spread out in front of you. your classmates are scattered around the room, some still laying flat on the floor, others slowly getting up as their senses return. across from you, kyung-jun pushes himself into a sitting position, and you watch as his face twists in discomfort and confusion. his eyes scan his surroundings, and when they meet your own, it feels like the only thing grounding you at the moment. 

what happened last night? why did we fall asleep here?

the sound of footsteps echo in the hall, and you tear your eyes away to find yoon-seo rushing towards the window. she stops, a small, barely legible cry escaping her lips. she stumbles back, glass crunching under her feet, causing your eyes to deviate from her body towards the ground. there's a trail of blood there, leading down the hall, stopping at the window, which has been shattered to pieces. the images come back rapidly to you then. one after the other, bombarding you with gruesome scenes from the night before. the screams. the pounding. heo-yool, dead outside, no longer breathing. 

beside you, you feel your hands begin to tremble.

a chorus of chimes echo in your ears, followed by a small vibration against your leg. you hastily reach for your phone, picking it up and turning on the screen just as an alarm blares from above. 

BEFORE THE END OF THE LAST VOTING, THE POLICE OFFICER USED THEIR POWER. CHOI JU-WON WAS EXECUTED BY THE MAFIA. CHOI JU-WON WAS THE MAFIA.

PARTICIPANTS, PLEASE FIND THE MAFIA AND START VOTING. 

yoon-seo is the first to break the silence, hastily glancing around the room, "where's ju-won?" 

no one answers, and you do a quick survey of the room yourself. sure enough, the boy wasn't to be found. 

woo-ram stumbles to his feet, "the announcement," he points to the ceiling, his voice rising in volume with every word he speaks, "who's making the announcement? why do we keep hearing this right now!" 

"the broadcasting room is on the second floor," hyun-ho realizes, nudging dong-hyun in encouragement, "let's go over there, let's go!"

hyun-ho, dong-hyun, woo-ram and a couple of others run towards the stairs, their footsteps gradually getting softer and further way. you release another shaky breath, slowly pushing yourself against the wall and standing up straight.

just then, a yell echoes from the distance, the sound blended with such unfiltered horror it causes your entire body to grow rigid in fear. yoon-seo wastes no time in rushing towards the sound, followed by the rest of your classmates. you force yourself to trail after the crowd.

you find yourselves in the boys bathroom, a swift scan revealing da-bum slowly backing away from one of the stalls, along with a large puddle of blood spreading beneath it. the metallic scent of it is so heavy it sits on your tongue, and you have to reach your fingers up to press against your nose to filter the smell.

kyung-jun curses, pushing jun-hee forward, "shit. class president, go open it."

jun-hee hesitates before slowly approaching the door, tentatively pushing it open. he backs away immediately after, and you catch a glimpse of a body, slumped against the wall, his head bashed in and barely recognizable. a sick feeling settles in your stomach.  

jun-hee's lip trembles, as do his words when he speaks, "he's dead."

everyone is quiet. some people hide their faces or avert their eyes, while others can't seem to remove their gazes away from the scene. you fall into the latter category. every time you blink, you hope that it changes. that the blood disappears and ju-won gets up, unharmed. or that you'll wake up on the bus, realizing it was all just a bad dream. 

"the mafia," da-bum sputters, glancing around at his classmates, "t-this is because of the mafia game. what if we all die too?"

kyung-jun grabs him by the collar, shaking him aggressively, "shut up, you bastard. no one's fucking dying."

"heo-yool died." you mumble, earning kyung-jun's attention. his snaps his head towards your own, dark, intense eyes watching you carefully. your hands slowly tighten around your skirt, shaking ever so slightly, "and now ju-won, too. people are already dead because of this game."

he doesn't answer. you don't expect one. what could he say? you blink once more, and although the scene refuses to change, you can imagine it. the brutal murder that occurred while you were asleep. the banging, the screams, the blood slowly spreading across the floor and drying. all while you were fucking asleep. unaware. 

you rush out of the room, stomach turning even more, almost to the point of sickness. you brace yourself against the wall, trembling violently as you eagerly gulp down several deep breaths. when that doesn't calm you down, you squeeze your eyes shut, praying the images branded at the front of your vision would go away. you didn't want to think about it anymore, to see it. don't think don't think don't think don't-

someone bumps into your shoulder, and you open your eyes, watching in bewilderment as your classmates start rushing past you. where are they going? did something happen? someone shoves you lightly, and you glance up into kyung-jun's face, "come on, we're leaving."

you furrow your brows in confusion, "to where? the bus is gone."

"i don't fucking know! but anywhere is better than here!"

you step back in surprise, having not expected the harsh tone of his words nor the sour expression on his face. kyung-jun, even more unexpectedly, appears as if he immediately regrets his words or tone. he clenches his jaw, fingers opening and closing by his side. hesitance lays itself around his shoulders, looking over, a shackle of torment. it's all so unlike him. with the things kyung-jun has done, he never seems to carry any sort of guilt. it's a burden he passes to other people. 

so why was that look on his face?

you push yourself away from the wall, coming to a decision, "okay. let's go."

you walk past him, and it only takes a couple moments for kyung-jun's footsteps to fall in line with your own. you don't speak the entire way, not until you reach the lobby and push open the doors. you're the last ones to leave the building, a quick scan revealing each of your classmates already outside, rushing out. kyung-jun rushes towards the stairs, his feet landing on the first step, but the alarm blares to life again. he stops.

THE GAME HAS TO BE PLAYED WITHIN THE DESIGNATED AREA.

the announcer repeats the phrase a couple more times, almost like a warning. unease starts to build steadily within your chest. 

a vibration occurs within your pocket, and you reach in and pull out your phone, seeing the same warning displayed on the screen with big, bold letters. your eyes find kyung-jun's, who has done the same. irritation and perplexity lay visible on his expression, "fuck, seriously?"

you glance around, wondering what exactly determines the game area. at first you believe it's impossible to tell, and your class would either have to take a chance and leave or stay locked inside the building until further notice. but then you see it. a white line that wasn't there before, right in front of the road. how did you not notice it? it was nighttime when you arrived, but surely you'd see the peculiar placement of it. did you enter the game when you stepped inside?

"guys, hold on." jun-hee yells, and you spot him at the front, near the boundary. he turns around, garnering everyone's attention, "don't leave and stay for a moment."

"why?" a student yells, causing a thoughtful look to befall jun-hee's expression. 

"something's strange." he determines finally. 

sang-hwan, the student who spoke before, steps forward, "do you believe bullshit like this?" when jun-hee doesn't answer he swears, bolting towards the line, "fuck, whatever! let's go!"

a rush of voices fill the air, a mixture of sang-hwan's name and people yelling at him to stop. you find yourself stepping forward again, but kyung-jun is pulling you back, his grip firm, "hey, hey!"

but it's too late. even if you wanted to do something to save them, sang-hwan and hyeong-seok, his friend who blindly reached out to him, pass the line. they stop just several meters from it.

LEE SANG-HWAN IS BEING EXECUTED FOR BREAKING THE RULE. KIM HYEONG-SEOK IS BEING EXECUTED FOR BREAKING THE RULE.

breaking...the rule? executed? 

both boys stumble, pained expressions distorting their features as they clutch at their heads and yell in agony. they look just like heo-yool did the night before he was executed. not themselves. what did they hear? what did they see? they turn towards one another, considering the other for a moment, and your brain can't fully comprehend what happens next. not until they run at full speed and bash their heads together. 

a scream escapes your throat, but it's drowned out by the yells and cries coming from the rest of your classmates. they do it once more, over and over again, the sickening crunch of bones breaking and blood spurting resounding across the space. your hands shakily reach up to cover your ears, but it doesn't cease the sounds. you shuffle back slightly, a cry being pulled out of you when you trip over your feet and land on the ground. a rock is being used now, the sharp end already coated in blood, and you close your eyes as the sharp end meets flesh, lowering your head and praying for it to be over. 

CRUNCH.

SCREAM.

THUD.

you finally return to your senses when the alarm goes off, the announcers familiar voice declaring what you already knew. 

LEE SANG-HWAN AND KIM HYEONG-SEOK WERE CIVILIANS. 

were. what an ugly word. and all it took was a minute for it to change. 

-

it's quiet. 

around you, your classmates are scattered throughout the lobby. some stay huddled in groups, trembling in fear, while others remain alone, staring blankly into space. your own body sits at the top of the stairs, knees pulled to your chest, blinking slowly in a trance. yoon-seo and jung-won are a couple steps down, falling into the former category of hugging each other in order to provide comfort. how exactly did you get here? the last thing you remember was being on the ground, unable to tear your eyes away from the dead bodies on the road. was it yoon-seo? jung-won? kyung-jun? unlikely for the latter. you search for him in the room, spotting him at the front desk. he sits on top, his arms supporting himself as he leans back. he, too, stares at the ground, not a trace of his usual anger or amusement found on his face. 

seung-bin, surprisingly enough, is the one who breaks the silence first. he throws his phone across the ground in frustration, reaching his fingers up to his hair as if to pull it out, "fuck! seriously, why is the phone not working? fuck!"

da-bum scatters towards the device and picks it up, nervously handing it back to the blond. seung-bin sneers at him, snatching it away.

mi-na speaks next, trembling, "what do we do now? won't we die if we stay here?"

"the teacher will come soon." jun-hee announces, but you're not sure if he's trying to reassure your classmates or himself, "let's wait."

"no one's coming." ji-soo cries, her bottom lip quivering. her eyes are bloodshot, and there are tear streaks dried on her face, "how long do we have to stay with the dead bodies? i don't want to!"

"don't call them 'the dead bodies.' " eun-ha scolds, earning her a scoff from the other girl.

"but they're dead. they're dead. what am i supposed to call them? hey!" she turns to jun-hee, angry tears now spilling down her cheeks, "say something! we need to go home!"

"ji-soo," you mumble. your voice must be unexpected, because she immediately quiets down. you can feel the attention of the room on you as you speak, "please be quiet. you crying is not helping anyone. and you saw what happened to them trying to leave. you still say that? leave by yourself then."

her eyes harden as she takes a step forward in your direction, but her boyfriend, yu-jun, immediately pulls her back. once he's assured that she's calmed down, he turns to so-mi, "do you really not know when the teacher's coming back?"

so-mi stops nervously biting her nail, sending a harsh look at yu-jun, "i don't. he can't be reached. how should i know?"

everyone is silent at that, the gravity of the situation dawning upon them. you lower your head once more, pressing your fingers against your temple. we're so fucked.

yoon-seo suddenly gets up, scrambling up the stairs in a hurry. jung-won calls out her name, but when the girl doesn't answer, she decides to follow after her, along with jun-hee several beats later. you think about following them as well, but you feel numb, and your legs feel weak, refusing to move an inch. perhaps not then. you probably wouldn't be of much help anyways. 

you drop your head back into your hands, squeezing your eyes shut. if you concentrated hard enough, the echo of breaking bones disappears. 

time passes, and it's much of the same. several of your classmates are full on sobbing now, while others talk amongst themselves, trying to think of solutions. you continue sitting alone, listening to the sounds, staring at the dirt on your shoes. your fingers now clutch the edge of your skirt, twisting the fabric, pulling at the threads. you really should stop that. your last skirt was still at the seamstress getting fixed. 

eventually, yoon-seo, jung-won and jun-hee return, pulling a whiteboard to the front of the room and scribbling on it with a marker. jun-hee motions for everyone to gather around, accentuating the importance of the discussion. you shakily get up, slowly walking down the steps and pausing at the outskirts of the huddled group. jun-hee points to the board, which now has a map taped beside their notes, and explains the situation briefly. while they were looking around the game area they found a trail, which should lead into a village. 

"what if you leave and die like they did earlier?" jin-a asks, skeptical, "what will you do then?"

"i know. isn't it too dangerous?" joo-young pipes in.  

"no, it's safe as long as you don't cross the line. i think we can keep walking to the end." jun-hee explains. murmurs erupt across the room, people exchanging unsure glances. you don't blame them. after seeing what happened just an hour before, anyone would be scared of venturing outside. but if the risk could find a way home, maybe it would be best to try.  

"it sucks to keep waiting. it won't be a bad idea to try going there," you're not sure if your ears are playing tricks on you, but sure enough, a quick glance in the direction of the voice reveals that it was kyung-jun who spoke, surprising nearly everyone in the room, including yourself. he's actually agreeing with jun-hee? why? "but do we all need to go? it'd be fucking inefficient."

jun-hee nods in understanding, "you're right. we can't all go," he grows quiet for a moment, considering, before making up his mind, "i'll go on my own."

yoon-seo steps forward, "i'll come with you, then."

"no, you should stay, the trail might be treacherous.

jung-won also steps forward, holding onto yoon-seo's arm to softly pull her back, "he's right. you don't want to slow him down. let's just stay."

a worried look crosses over yoon-seo's face, "he can't go alone."

so-mi loops her arm through woo-ram's, all to eager to please as she jumps at the opportunity presented, "we'll come with you."

woo-ram looks at the girl in bewilderment, "w-why me?"

so-mi ignores the boys protests, turning towards her friends. "na-hee, ji-soo and yu-jun, you're coming too, right?"

ji-soo shakes her head, looking slightly offended that the girl would ask in the first place, "no, i'm not going."

"well, i won't go either then." yu-jun agrees, causing so-mi to scoff. 

"don't you have any sense of loyalty?" the couple look away in shame, so she directs her attention to na-hee, "na-hee, you're not coming either?"

the girl looks startled for a moment, unsure on how to answer. her dilemma is cut short when hyun-ho steps up, a confident smile on his lips, "look at you guys. you're too weak to hike properly." he steps to the front, pulling dong-hyun along, "we'll come too."

unsurprisingly, na-hee steps forward, raising her hand slightly, "i-i'll go too."

eun-ha steps forward to volunteer as well, but her friends pull her back. worry seeps into their voices and faces, doing anything to convince her to say. their conversation is too low for you to hear, but whatever eun-ha says as she holds onto their hands seems to work, since they let her go with small reluctance. 

the group is decided then. you step towards yoon-seo, patting her softly on the back to reassure her. you then turn towards jun-hee, holding up your phone, "be safe. use the group chat on the game if anything happens. it should work."

jun-hee smiles softly, nodding in understanding. he turns to the group, which form a small circle away from the current one. they begin discussing their plan of motion, and you watch the exchange for a moment before turning to leave. 

you reach your room, opening and closing the door with practiced ease. it clicks shut, and you immediately slump against the wooden frame, sliding down until you hit the floor. a heavy weight presses down on your chest, overwhelming, and you have to sit there for a moment, curling your fingers around your skirt to steady yourself. if they didn't find anything, what then? would you simply have to play by the game's rules? and if so, how did you even go about finding the mafia? 

you release a deep breath, banging your head against the back of the door. the thump is soft, very unlike the ones from this morning, and you repeat the motion a couple more times. eventually, a dull ache starts to form, urging you to stop and blink away the pain. you glance around the room, noting na-hee's things laid messily around her side of the area, a disaster compared to your own bare space. right. you still haven't unpacked. should you do that now? it'd be a good distraction. 

a bit of green catches your eye, the fabric sticking out of your duffel bag. curious, you slowly stand up, walking over and pulling it out. kyung-jun's jacket lays in your lap, your fingers softly roaming across it with slight curiosity. with everything that transpired, you completely forgot about it being in your possession. the scene replays in your mind, recalling kyung-jun's red ears, the warmth the piece of clothing provided, and your pounding heart. questions you had back then return, lingering, unrelenting. 

everything was so confusing. the game, kyung-jun's interactions with you as of late. it made your emotions feel like a mess, all of it impossible to pinpoint and sort through. still, there was at least one thing you could work through at the moment.  

-

with kyung-jun's jacket folded neatly in your arms, you begin wandering around the building in search of it's owner. your first stop was the lobby, hoping he was still there, but arriving provided no sight of the boy, not even any of your other classmates. you pause, considering your options for a moment. is he in his room? unlikely. you would've heard voices outside your door. the gym? it wouldn't hurt to look. maybe even the pool would be a good place to check. coming to a conclusion, you direct your steps towards the gymnasium. 

on the way there you pass by the arcade and snack bar. you recall reading about the rooms while browsing through the app, but with no staff present, it didn't seem worth trying to go in. the arcade's door is still shut, which you expected, but you cease your movements entirely when you notice something odd. the shutters for the snack bar are pulled up, and if you strained your ears to listen, you could hear voices inside. 

you slowly step towards the entrance, surprised, but also relieved, to find kyung-jun inside. he sits at a table with seung-bin and jin-a, all three of them eating out of ramen cups. they glance up at your arrival, and your eyes dart between the three. seung-bin and jin-a wear annoyed looks, glaring at you from across the room in an attempt to intimidate you into leaving. kyung-jun, on the other hand, simply stares at you, but there's a ghost of a question passing over his expression. 

you clear your throat, slowly holding up the jacket, "i just...came to return this." you mumble quietly. seung-bin and jin-a's expressions morph into shock, turning their heads towards their friend in disbelief. kyung-jun ignores their questioning stares, simply nodding his head towards a nearby table. 

"leave it there." he states simply, before resuming his previous task of eating. 

you do as told, placing the fabric gently on a nearby table. seung-bin and jin-a have gone back to staring at you, and their attention starts to have the desired effect. you avert your eyes, turning around to leave, only to pause at the sound of your name being called. slowly, you turn back around.

"you like peanuts, right?" seung-bin asks, and there's a mischievous grin on his lips. the one he uses when he's about to say or do something for his own sick enjoyment, "there's some chocolate bars on the shelf, you should try it. they're good."

you blink slowly, unsure whether seung-bin was actually this dumb or if he was playing another game. you open your mouth to speak, only for kyung-jun to do so before you, "hey, are you stupid? she's allergic to peanuts."

seung-bin laughs, sending you a fake apologetic smile, "right, sorry. i forgot."

he didn't. everyone in the class knew about your allergy, whether they wanted to or not. it was so severe that anytime food was brought in, the school had to check it to make sure it didn't have any possibility of harming you. you even carried an EpiPen in the pocket of your skirt, just in case.

a little annoyed now, you turn to leave again, intending to ignore seung-bin's antics and his childish behavior. best not to provoke it. but then a smack echoes in the room, the sound occurring three times in equal succession. you glance back, spotting seung-bin's shocked eyes and kyung-jun's raised hand. he sneers at the blond boy across from him, "no wonder girls don't like you. and i thought it was because of your face."

seung-bin stops laughing, awfully quiet.

kyung-jun clicks his tongue at him, his annoyance slowly diminishing as he grows satisfied at seung-bin's cowered state. eventually, he lifts his eyes towards your own, nodding his head towards the fridge, "go on. there's mango on the bottom shelf."

you glance towards the fridge, contemplating his offer. normally you would deny, considering it was most likely a trap. but the thought of food made your stomach ache, and you realized with a start that you haven't eaten since the night before. without second guessing yourself you cross the room towards the fridge, opening it up to reveal a variety of drinks. sure enough, on the bottom shelf, sits a mango flavored yogurt drink. you reach in and pick it up, sparing one last glance towards kyung-jun before leaving the room in a hurry. 

it hits you as you're walking through the halls. you stop entirely, slowly glancing down to stare at the container in your hand. huh, he remembered you liked mango. and about your allergy. you didn't think kyung-jun paid attention to those kind of things. you thought he didn't care about anyone but himself. lately, however, he seemed to be proving your initial assumptions about him wrong. a funny feeling settles in your chest at the realization, something quiet and warm. it slowly creeps up your neck and settles on your face. 

your phone vibrates in your pocket, pulling you away from your thoughts. you take it out, turning on the screen, and any semblance of warmth you had was gone without a trace when you read the announcement. 

your hand drops to your side, a numbness taking over your body. 

dong-hyun is dead.

-

everyone is gathered in the lobby. anxiousness takes root into everyone's lives, and it's even more apparent as you wait for jun-hee's group to return. your foot is tapping against the floor, your nails pressed against your lips as you continuously look back and forward between the door and your shoes. it's when mi-na breaks the silence and announces their arrival do you lower your hand, rushing forward. 

you falter when you approach jun-hee, realizing that your fears were correct. the class president doesn't meet your eyes, a vacant look reflected in them as he stares at the ground. he looks defeated, as does everyone else around him. na-hee is leaning heavily on hyun-ho, sporting what appears to be a broken ankle, and the athletes eyes shine with unshed tears.

"what happened?" you breathe out. 

they don't reply. everyone looks away in shame. 

mi-na steps forward, glancing between each member of the group in search of something, anything, "hey, say something. where's dong-hyun? what on earth happened?"

"he thought..." so-mi begins, her bottom lip trembling. a sniffle escapes her, "he thought the white line disappeared...and went to check on it, but he slipped."

it feels like a punch to the gut, hearing her words. it strikes itself into the soft tissue of your flesh, throbbing insistently, and you have to force yourself to breathe when it begins to ache.   

kyung-jun walks up, stopping in front of jun-hee, "what about the village. how far did you go?" jun-hee doesn't answer, which is an explanation in itself. still, kyung-jun stares in disbelief, his anger rising along with his tone, "you said you'd find people and ask for help! did you?!" 

jun-hee's eyes never leave the ground, and he has to all but force the words out, "we can't go. it's all blocked by the lines."

kyung-jun breathes out a shaky breath. his jaw tightens, and he turns around, throwing his phone on the ground with a curse. it slides across the floor, landing at your feet. you glance at it, feeling completely and utterly numb as jun-hee's words repeat in your mind, over and over again. so you're trapped. you have to play. if you don't abide by the rules or find the mafia, you'll die. 

how did it come to this?

you reach down and pick up the phone. kyung-jun's case is black, with a red stripe going down the right side. his wallpaper is a photo of a basketball player, probably one in the states. you don't recognize it. you glance back up, searching for his face, studying the tension in his bones and the frustration in his eyes. 

how long until that anger diminishes, and there's nothing left but a trace of himself? 

you march up to him, and kyung-jun only has a moment to turn and regard you before you're forcefully grabbing his hand and slapping the phone into the palm of it. he blinks in surprise, but you don't say anything as you walk away, disappearing up the steps, an echo of a thought resounding in your head.  

kyung-jun could die in this game, and the thought of that haunts you. 

- 

it's nighttime now, and there have been no new developments. no new solutions, and no voice to direct you in the game. you're not exactly sure what happens now. do you discuss potential candidates for mafia? do you find another way around the rules? 

you turn the corner, pausing when you spot yoon-seo and jung-won at the end. they're talking to da-bum, and the conversation must have just ended, for the boy turns and walks away. you approach the two girls.

"kyung-jun?" you question, to which they nod. you sigh softly in response. of course. you didn't understand why da-bum continued listening to him. he wasn't small by any means. if he tried, he could probably stand his own against either of the three delinquents in a fight. it must be his meek personality that stops him from doing so. 

just then you hear cursing and yelling, and the sound of repeated banging. you all share a look before rushing towards the source of the sound, leading you to an office. jun-hee is inside, slamming a phone repeatedly against the desk while he spews out several different curses. 

"hey! jun-hee!" yoon-seo rushes forward, preventing jun-hee from continuing his previous actions. beside you, jung-won turns on the lights, washing the room in light and revealing the messy space, "what are you doing?" the phone rings again, and the four of you glance towards it, "isn't that a phone call? what's wrong?" she reaches down to pick up, but jun-hee turns around and takes it from her, slamming it back down.

"just leave it." he mutters.

"what's wrong?" rather than be angry, yoon-seo's voice softens, her eyes creased in worry.

"it's all fake."

"what?"

jun-hee picks up the phone, showing the cut off cord, "the wire wasn't even connected."

you stare at it in disbelief, "seriously?" how did that make any sense? how could the phone ring when it wasn't even connected? and why?

yoon-seo begins checking other phones, her search producing the same result. you glance around the room, rushing towards computers and clicking on mouses and buttons on the monitor. nothing. opening the cabinets  beneath the desk provide a similar outcome.

"look at this." you turn towards jung-won, who holds up a binder. inside, there's nothing. not even blank sheets of paper, "it's empty."

"this is hopeless, isn't it?" you mumble. your words feel heavy in the air, and a small part of you regrets voicing it out loud. 

the four of you trickle out of the room, finding some couches nearby. you slump into the seat, staring at the ceiling while processing the past 10 minutes. none of it made sense. was some sort of supernatural being involved? did someone piss off the gods? 

yoon-seo breaks your contemplative state with a question, "why on earth do you think the person who created the mafia game is doing this?"

"to torture us probably." you mutter bitterly. no one disagrees. 

yoon-seo straightens, determination settling on her features, "we need to first figure out who created this game and why."

"where do you think the creator of this game is? were the only ones here right now." jung-won questions.

"what if they come once we fall asleep? that's when they killed ju-won too." jun-hee reasons, only for yoon-seo to shake her head.

"they said the mafia killed ju-won, but our classmates are the only ones on the participants list."

"yoon-seo's right," you chime in, "anyone else would've been on the list. this is between our classmates."

"then," jun-hee begins, concern building steadily on his face, "does that mean one of us killed ju-won?"

yoon-seo nods, albeit a bit hesitantly, "if its according to the rules, i guess so."

you tried to imagine it. one of your classmates, people you've spent the year with, killing someone in cold blood. it was hard. but then again, did they have a choice? it's not like they wanted to be apart of the mafia team. it was just bad luck, plain and simple.

you stand up, gaining your friends attention, "it's gonna be midnight soon. should we find the others?"

jun-hee nods, pushing himself up as well, "yeah, let's go."

the four of you venture down the hall, searching for any sign of your classmates. just as you turn the corner you run into woo-ram, whose entire body sags in relief at the sight of your group. behind him, hyun-ho and na-hee approach. 

woo-ram goes up to jun-hee, holding his hands, "hey, i looked everywhere for you. let's go, everyone is about to vote."

jun-hee's eyes widen in disbelief, "they're going to vote again after heo-yool died?"

woo-ram looks down in shame, "the game has to end for us to leave. we have no choice."

"even so, how can we do that again?" yoon-seo asks, and her intention is clear. 

how can we pick someone to die?

yoon-seo shakes her head more forcefully now, refusing woo-ram's words, "we need to stop them. we shouldn't vote."

"how can we stop them?" jung-won asks, a thoughtful look crossing over her face, "we need a plan to persuade them."

"i'll persuade them," jun-hee announces, facing woo-ram once more, "are they all gathered?"

the boy shakes his head, "no, they're in several rooms."

"let's gather everyone first."

 "i'll help too." na-hee chimes in.

yoon-seo startles suddenly, glancing between everyone currently present, "where is da-bum?"

"oh," you mumble, coming to the same conclusion. she knew who da-bum was with, but not where. this wasn't good, "kyung-jun figured out a way to open the snack bar. he's probably there."

hyun-ho lets out a harsh breath, "geez, those damn bastards. they really get on my nerves."

jun-hee nods his head towards the stairs "come on, lets go."

everyone rushes towards the snack bar, every second that passes making the agitation in jun-hee's and hyun-ho's demeanor grow. when you arrive, jun-hee throws open the door, yelling at the trio. you're the last one in, and you catch a glimpse of da-bum on the floor, held down by seung-bin and jin-a. kyung-jun sits in a chair across from him, and he glances up at your arrival, meeting your eyes for a brief moment. 

"that's enough," jun-hee rushes over to da-bum, pulling jin-a off while yoon-seo pulls seung-bin away. he looks between the three culprits, and you can't remember the last time you've seen jun-hee look so pissed off. it was a little scary, "what are you guys doing?"

none of them answer, so you take the opportunity to walk over and help yoon-seo in pulling da-bum off the floor. you can feel kyung-jun's eyes watching your every movement. 

hyun-ho tsks in mock disappointment, "one against three? aren't you embarrassed of yourselves?"

kyung-jun stands up then, ignoring hyun-ho as he yanks da-bum by the collar towards him, "where do you think you're going?"

jun-hee pushes kyung-jun back, but his grip remains strong. jun-hee's frustration spikes, "hey, that's enough. come with us. we need to discuss something."

kyung-jun snaps his attention towards jun-hee, scoffing in disbelief, "why should i listen to you?" when he doesn't answer he shoves jun-hee aside, yelling, "hey! you!"

hyun-ho shoves kyung-jun just as forcefully, "dammit, hey!"

kyung-jun doesn't regain his footing right away, stumbling over a chair. hyun-ho glances at him, up and down, regarding him with little interest. everyone starts to trail out of the room, including hyun-ho, who nudges you along. you spare a glance at kyung-jun, noting his anger, the way he wears it. why couldn't you just leave it at the door, kyung-jun, just this once?

you're almost to the door, next to jung-won, when you hear it. kyung-jun's yell and the sound of a crash. you turn around and a box of candies lay at da-bum's feet. you jump back slightly, startled.

kyung-jun breathes heavily, his lips curled up into a sneer, "why should i listen, you son of a bitch? come here."

hyun-ho glances at the discarded box, releasing a tired sigh, "fucking bastards." he mutters under his breath. he turns around, going over to a can of chips, sizing it up in his hand, "words don't get through to you, huh? you need a beating."

no. you know where this is going. it was expected, of course. the tension the past 24 hours and their frustrations steadily rising, slowing boiling over. but no matter how you look at it, it doesn't end well. 

kyung-jun is rearing back for a punch when you dash forward, only to get pulled back by a pair of arms. jun-hee's hold on you is tight, unrelenting even as you struggle in his grip and scream at him to let you go. but he doesn't listen, and you're forced to watch as the two boys fight. bodies are thrown, objects used to hurt the other. it's when kyung-jun is flipped onto the ground and hyun-ho straddles him, his fingers tight around his neck, do you panic once more, your efforts even more frantic. 

"stop it!" you scream, staring helplessly as kyung-jun's face turns red, his legs thrashing, "stop it, you'll kill him!"

"let the fuck go! let go, you son of a bitch!" kyung-jun screams, his fingers reaching up to rip hyun-ho's fingers away. it doesn't work. 

"will you listen?" hyun-ho threatens. instead of answering, kyung-jun flails around even more, causing hyun-ho to tighten his grip, "will you do as we say!"

"hyun-ho!" you scream.

kyung-jun releases another yell before ceasing his struggle entirely, "alright, you motherfucker!"

hyun-ho finally lets go, and jun-hee releases you. you step forward, watching kyung-jun on the ground. he's breathing heavily, his fingers ghosting over the red marks embedded into the skin on his neck. he finally sits up, his eyes set on hyun-ho, then on a desk towards the side. you switch your gaze between the two, realizing what he had in mind. as kyung-jun picks up the scissors and marches over to hyun-ho you rush forward, gripping his upper arms and pushing him back.

"stop it, just stop!" you plead desperately. 

kyung-jun pauses, glancing down at you. his jaw is tight, his eyes blazing, but they waver when they settle on you.

"what are you thinking, huh?" you whisper, studying his face carefully, trying to find an answer.  your bottom lip trembles as you speak, "getting into fights and trying to...to what? kill hyun-ho? what will people think?"

jung-won comes up behind you, "don't waste your breath," she looks at kyung-jun, who directs his attention to her, "i think they'll all start voting once we give them the go. how about it?" she waves her phone tauntingly, "should i click your name?"

his face twists in anger again, moving his body to step towards her, "you fucking bitch-"

you push kyung-jun back once more, softer this time. he doesn't fight it, and you take another step closer, reaching for his hands and holding them gently in your own. he focuses on you, and once again his demeanor changes, wavering ever so slightly, "please kyung-jun. this isn't some game anymore. people are dying, and you'll be next if you don't stop." you curl your fingers around his own, your grip firm, "put it down, and i swear we won't say anything. please."

he chews the inside of his gums, contemplating your words. he glances up, examining everyone in the room. eventually, he looks back down at you, and slowly, his fingers relax around the scissors, allowing possession to switch to your hand. he backs away, slumping down into a chair in defeat. 

"we'll all gather in the auditorium," yoon-seo announces, pointedly looking at each of the men beaten up on the ground, "you guys should come too." one by one, everyone shuffles out. hyun-ho remains at the door for a moment. kyung-jun lifts up his head, narrowing his eyes in silent hatred. 

"keep the snack bar open for everyone." he turns to leave, but pauses when he notices your failure to follow. he calls out your name, "you coming?"

you don't take your eyes off of kyung-jun, examining his face. there are cuts on his nose and cheek, bruises slowly forming in other places around it. an ache echoes in your chest, a sort of hurt that forms at the sight of someone you care for suffering. your words leave your mouth before you can think better of it, "yes. in a minute. i'll meet you there."

he hesitates for a moment before slipping away, leaving just you, kyung-jun and his friends in the room. kyung-jun is the first to break eye contact, averting his gaze towards the ground, frustration steadily making its way onto his features. he kicks at a stray can, the object sliding across the floor as he swears. 

unfazed, you shorten the distance between you two, reaching over and pulling on his jacket. another swear word escapes his lips, harshly pushing your hand away, "get off of me."

"kyung-jun." your voice is cold and serious, a tone you rarely use with anyone. it's a demand. the boy glances up, his glaring even more intensified, but you don't waver, standing your ground, waiting patiently for the moment his resolve falters. when it does, kyung-jun swears one last time before getting up. he trails after you silently. 

you lead him to the infirmary, pushing the door open and stepping inside. you stop by one of the beds, facing him for a moment to speak, "sit." you tell him, and he slumps down without a word. even so, kyung-jun complains silently. his fingers grip the sheets beneath him, and his head hangs low, the tic in his jaw moving from time to time. was he sulking? the sight of it is almost cute if you weren't so angry with him. 

you step towards the nurses desk, opening cabinets and grabbing the supplies you need. when you return, you have a box of band-aids, q-tips and a bottle of disinfectant. you take your position on the space beside kyung-jun, your knees brushing, your body angled towards his own. he glances at you, at the supplies in your hand, and grumbles before mirroring your body language. nervousness builds in your throat, and you swallow thickly to let it pass before starting. 

you get to work patching up his face. kyung-jun doesn't make a sound. doesn't even move. just stares at you silently, his eyes intense, carefully following your movements as you press the q-tips against the cut on his cheek and across his nose. luckily, your hands don't tremble as they work, and your breaths come out even, despite being so close to his face. gently, you place the last band-aid over his cut, leaning back ever so slightly to inspect your work. 

oh. that was a mistake. 

from your position, you can see kyung-jun's face more clearly. there is no emotion guarding his expression, just kyung-jun, raw and untouched. blue moonlight washes delicately over his features, which, other than the bruising and recent injuries, contains no blemishes. not a freckle or a beauty mark. something settles in your chest then, attention pinned to his roughed up state. it wasn't pity. it was something more tender than that, something similar to the warmth you felt earlier in the day. you can't stop yourself from feeling concern morph its way onto your features, or the way your hand reaches up and touches the bruise on his cheek. kyung-jun flinches, and you retract the slightest bit, but he doesn't move, doesn't speak, just continues examining you silently, waiting. you reach forward and touch it again, gentler this time. he allows you. 

"it must have hurt." you mumble, brushing your fingers across it softly. you recall the fear you felt, the desperation when kyung-jun was on the floor, facing death. an ache builds within your chest, deep inside your bones. 

kyung-jun narrows his eyes in suspicion, "why?"

you blink, tilting your head slightly, "why what?"

"i didn't ask for your sympathy." this time he pushes your hand away, standing up. he looks down at you, his anger slowly returning to it's rightful place, "don't use me as some charity case to fulfill your own moral dilemmas."

you lean back, startled, and you feel your own frustration build. your words are coated thickly in disbelief, "is that what you think this is?"

"what else could it be?"

"do i have to spell it out for you?" you stand up, lifting your head to meet his gaze head on. the words spill out quickly, one after the other, "because i want to, kyung-jun. because i care." you didn't realize the truth of it until you spoke it out loud. when did that happen? when did kyung-jun force himself a place inside your heart? 

kyung-jun retracts slightly, as if he didn't expect that answer. for a moment, his walls crumble, but he's quick to put the pieces back together, "well don't."

he turns, leaving the room with a purposeful stride. you watch him for a moment, still in utter disbelief, before rushing after him, "hey, don't tell me what to feel, kyung-jun." 

"fine!" he snaps, continuing on. he doesn't spare you a single glance, "do whatever you want. i don't give a fuck."

you release a frustrated breath at his response. isn't that funny? how kyung-jun is the only one capable of bringing out these emotions in you. for so long, you felt like a ghost wandering the earth, barely even really alive. an empty shell of a human being. it was a relief to feel so many things at once, even if it was the ugly emotions, "why are you so difficult?"

he swings back around, and you almost bump into him from the suddenness of the motion, "you're the one making this so damn difficult. you're the one who-" he pauses, and if you didn't know any better, you would think it's panic that comes across his face then. you want to question it, but kyung-jun swings back around before you can, his stride purposeful once more, "you're annoying. now leave me the fuck alone."

you curse him under your breath, continuing your chase once more. 

you make it to the gym, and upon entering, everyone turns to stare at the two of you. kyung-jun curses them as he crosses the room, "the fuck you all looking at?"

his words cause everyone to glance away, continuing their previous tasks. you clear your throat, slowly resuming your steps as well. you assume your position next to hyun-ho, who sends you a questioning glance. you ignore it, directing your attention towards the front of the room where jun-hee stands.  

"the reason we gathered you here isn't to choose who to vote for. it's to convince you not to vote at all." jun-hee announces, resulting in several murmurs of confusion throughout the gym. 

"don't vote at all?" hyun-ho asks, an edge of doubt laced in his tone, "can we do that?"

"if we vote, someone will die no matter what. but if no one votes, everyone can live."

mi-na steps forward, "what if someone secretly votes after we all agree not to? what happens then?"

"she's right. how can we trust everyone?" ji-soo asks. 

"we'll have to make everyone trust each other," jun-hee goes quiet for a moment, thinking, before coming to a conclusion, "we can collect all the phones so no one can vote."

everyone ponders the idea, as do you. no voting. would that truly work? it wasn't stated in the rules, but then again, leaving the boundaries of the game wasn't explicitly said either. what if things went wrong like last time? 

eun-ha perks up, the first to agree to the terms, "yeah, no one can vote if we collect all the phones. we can do that."

"who's going to manage the phones? that person might change their mind." ji-soo questions, causing yoon-seo to step forward.

"we can collect them and leave them in the middle for all to see."

"yeah, we can all keep an eye on them." jung-won agrees. 

"what if someone steals them?" mi-na asks. when no one answers she steps back, shaking her head, "i don't want to. i'm not handing mine in."

people start talking amongst themselves, a mixture between compliance and reluctance. you turn towards hyun-ho, "do you think this is safe?"

hyun-ho grins at your question, turning his body to face your own, "what, you scared? don't worry, i'll protect you."

you glance away, unimpressed, "save the chivalry for na-hee" hyun-ho falters, and you lift an eyebrow in question, almost in disbelief, "come on, you know she likes you."

hyun-ho never gets the chance to respond, for a new voice enters the argument. kyung-jun breathes out in annoyance, "you guys are fucking noisy." he lifts himself up from the bench he was previously slumped on, picking up a yellow trashcan and approaching the middle of the circle, "class president is saying something right for fucking once. why aren't you all cooperating?" he puts it down in front of jun-hee, turning around to face the rest of the class, "you need to hand your phone in so no one can vote. every one of you better hand them in," he pulls out his own phone, holding it up as proof. he turns towards hyun-ho, his expression eerily blank. what was he up to? "hand it in while i say it nicely." his eyes slide over to your own before dropping the phone in the trashcan with a soft thud. 

no one else moves, so you take it upon yourself to pull out your phone and walk up to the trashcan. it drops inside, and you avoid looking kyung-jun in the face as you turn around and assume your previous spot. 

kyung-jun goes around with the bucket, and everyone puts their phone in with quiet reluctance. he places it in the center of the room, turning back around to face you and hyun-ho. he glances between you two, scoffs, then sits back down on a bench. 

it's silent then. na-hee now sits in a chair beside hyun-ho, nervously fiddling with the strap of her bag, and your own nervous habits arise as you fiddle with the edge of your skirt. the alarm echoes at the one minute mark until midnight. 

ONE MINUTE LEFT UNTIL VOTING ENDS.

the energy in the room intensifies. everyone is on edge, waiting anxiously for the moment to arrive. unknowingly, your teeth begin worrying at your bottom lip, your knuckles turning white around your school uniform. seung-bin yells in frustration, turning towards jun-hee.

"hey, class president! are you sure this is okay?"

"let's wait for now. it's not even midnight yet." jun-hee calmly responds, causing the voices to quiet down once more.

eventually, the clock passes midnight, and nothing happens.  

woo-ram gets up from the floor, "hey...hey hey! it's past midnight, and there's no announcement. did...did it work?"

"we're fine now, right?" so-mi confirms. 

everyone starts cheering then, embraces exchanged and relieved tears streaking down faces. you glance at na-hee and hyun-ho, catching sight of the girl flinging her arms around his neck, pulling him into an embrace. normally, you would've felt a semblance of joy at the scene, but unease refuses to release it's hold on you. the hair on the back of your neck stands up, goosebumps erupting across your flesh. something doesn't feel right. you continue chewing on your bottom lip.  

an alarm erupts to life, and you glance up, heart pounding. 

PARTICIPANTS MUST VOTE TO TRACK DOWN THE MAFIA. 

the phones in the bucket start blaring in alarm, a chorus of dings and warnings erupting from that single container. the sound rattles in your bones, echoing in your ears. 

joo-young tries running towards it, but hyun-ho stops her, "hey! what are you doing?"

"what do you think? if i don't do anything and die, will you fucking take responsibility?" she screams. 

"she's right." mi-na agrees, also moving her body to rush towards the bucket. this time jun-hee is the one to stop her from continuing. 

"guys hold on! hold on! we don't know yet."

"know what?" joo-young seethes, frustrated tears spilling down her cheeks, "the game will just progress as it did."

"if we die because of you," mi-na begins, stepping towards jun-hee. her eyes are cold, her teeth clenched, "will you take responsibility?"  

so-mi steps forward in defense, "hey! don't blame jun-hee for no reason and calm down."

mi-na stares at her for a moment before turning around, clearly pissed. she only takes three steps before a body falls down in front of her, the impact of it hitting the ground echoing loudly in the gym. she jumps, backing away, as do others around her. 

you fall down at the sight, legs giving out beneath you, heart pounding rapidly inside your chest. you stare at the lifeless body just several meters from your own, the limbs bent in unnatural ways, a pool of blood slowly spilling across the floor. 

LEE SOO-BIN AND PARK JI-HOON WILL BE EXECUTED FOR VIOLATING THE RULES.

the girl slowly pushes herself up until she's standing straight. blood drips down the side of her head, her eyes missing their pupils. she takes a step forward in your direction, and you scoot back, fear striking itself between your ribs. a body drops down on top of her, landing just inches away from you. a scream rips itself from your throat, piercing. you squeeze your eyes shut and press your palms against your ears. 

LEE SOO-BIN AND PARK JI-HOON WERE CIVILIAINS. 

there was that word again. were. 

"we need to vote. we'll die if we abstain!"

you both hear and feel people rushing past you, a chorus of yells and swears muffled by the hands still pressed tightly against your head. you shake your head numbly, willing the images of the dead bodies to go away. bodies. you can't even call them by name anymore, huh? 

the sound of lights dying with a buzz causes you to snap your eyes open, immediately being greeted by darkness. red lights replace them, turning on and off, flashing, the alarm more consistent now. warning you all to do something in order to survive. someone bumps into you again, and you feel pain erupt in your shoulder. then, a pair of hands are gripping your upper arms, shaking you aggressively, pulling you away from your blank state. you glance up, meeting kyung-jun's anxious eyes.

"what the fuck are you doing?" he shouts, rapidly scanning your face. 

you can't answer. your lips tremble, moving, but no sounds come out. 

kyung-jun swears, releasing you and rushing towards the chaos. you call out his name, but he doesn't listen, shoving people aside as he drops down to his knees and searches the ground. the sight of him, desperate and fearful, forces you to get up and rush towards him, rapidly assessing the ground beside him. around you, people are screaming, cursing, and the announcement continues calling out names. it never seems to end.  

he picks up a phone, swears and throws it across the room. he picks up another, and shoves it in your hand, "now hurry up and vote!" 

you take it, fingers still trembling, staring at the sight of all your classmates names and images displayed on the screen. but who do you vote for? who do you decide who lives and dies? kyung-jun is still staring at you, waiting, so you pick the first name you see. 

"hyun-ho!" 

you turn, and na-hee is screaming from the ground, her tears glistening under the red light. hyun-ho's back faces her, slowly stumbling away, and with horror, you realize the meaning behind her anguished cries and his strange behavior. you feel a cry get caught in your throat. 

"no. no no no no no." you mumble repeatedly to yourself, moving to get up. you rush towards him, pulling at his jacket, but he shoves you back, hard, and you fall to the ground with a cry. you watch helplessly as he goes towards the stairs, hearing na-hee's screams, the alarm blaring, the voice calling out names and occupations. 

his body falls. his bones crack. it swings from side to side. 

JANG HYUN-HO WAS A CIVILIAN. 

the red lights turn off, the alarm stops, and the room is engulfed in quiet and darkness for a few moments. then, the lighting returns to normal, as if nothing had transpired. 

THE VOTING HAS ENDED. BY POPULAR VOTE OF 10 VOTES, BAEK EUN-HA WILL BE EXECUTED. BAEK EUN-HA IS A CIVILIAN. 

you search for the girl in the room, finding her on the floor, sobbing violently. she shakily pushes herself up to stand, her sobs growing louder as she goes up to different people in the room, "i told you i was a civilian. i told you i wasn't the mafia!"

you shut out her cries, directing your attention towards na-hee, who is still on the ground, her tears now silent. her sad eyes stare blankly into space, her lips trembling. you shuffle towards her, pulling on the sleeve of her uniform. "na-hee. we have to go."

she doesn't budge. doesn't even look at you, "why? hyun-ho is gone."

it's like a slap to the face, saying it out loud. hyun-ho is dead. he will never make it to the national team. he will never look at you with that genuine concern of his. his presence will never calm the people around him. your lips tremble, several tears escaping your own face, "na-hee, please. if we don't go, the mafia will come and-"

she starts crying even more, her wails striking a deep ache within your chest. but this time, she doesn't protest as you help her up and guide her towards the group still standing in the center of the room.

you get there just as eun-ha is rushing out the room. no one runs after her nor calls out for her to return. you help na-hee to the floor, dropping down beside her. your classmates don't make a sound, the despair hanging above their heads, weighing heavy on their shoulders. you find kyung-jun several feet away, slumped into a chair, his head hanging low and his hands clasped together. a part of you aches to reach over and offer a semblance of comfort. 

from above, the same song from last night comes on, rendering you helpless. you close your eyes, body dropping to the floor with a soft thud.

NIGHT HAS COME.

part three.

[thebleedingwoodland]

TS3 - 3 STBL Renamed Mods "Asian" --> "Chinese", "Endowments" --> "Breasts", "Goopy Carbonara" ---> "Carbonara"

These 3 STBL Renamed Mods are separated, so you can choose 1 / 2 / all 3 of them. All these mods were tested and working well with each other Mods and with my previous STBL Renamed Mods in Spring Rolls and Mooncake Machine Maker.

I wondered why nobody made these renamed mods for almost 16 years since The Sims has been released from year 2009, therefore I finally made these mods by my own.

1. "Asian" --> "Chinese"

Reason why I made the change:

"Asian" term is too broad. Asia is one big continent, consists of 48 countries. Southeast Asians, South Asians, Western Asians do not eat using chopsticks and do not have traditional architecture like East Asians. East Asians themselves such as Japan and Korea have different culture and architecture from China. If the developer of this game wanted to point one country, Shang Simla, then it should be China / Chinese only. It is like calling Champs Les Sims "European" and Al Simhara "African". Champs Les Sims is called "French" and Al Simhara "Egyptian", why Shang Simla is called "Asian", not "Chinese" instead?

This mod changed the name of Asian in Game Tip, Trait, Tourist, object name of building items such as bridge and rocks that you can find in CAW (Create-A-World) for building World, but I cannot run the application. Please check the name change if you can run CAW application.

Languages are in English, Chinese, Japanese, Korean only.

To be honest I am tired. If you wanted to translate to your language, you can do it by open this .package file on EasySTBLManager by (†) CmarNYC, click "Copy to Missing" > Edit to your language> Save the .package. > Open .package in s3pe > Delete unnecessary language strings if you want.

2. "Endowments" --> "Breasts"

Reason why I made the change:

This text keeps appearing many times on loading screen, so I had to change the word because the word "Endowments" itself is too forced, to censor the name of adult female human body part, in this video game with Teen Rating. Breasts are scientifically & biologically correct term to call upper part of female human body made of fat with mammary glands to give milk to her baby, and they are not genitalia. As they started to develop since young girls were pre-teen, which are the target demographic of The Sims game itself, and adult women themselves wanting to adjust both their own real life breasts and their Sims' breasts, so nothing sexual or taboo here.

Languages: All Languages. (Using online translator, feel free to comment to correct if there was wrong translation).

3. "Goopy Carbonara" ---> "Carbonara"

Reason why I made the change:

I know that "Goopy" name was from Goopy Gilscarbo from The Sims 2 character. But for me, as I have been playing The Sims 3 since the base game released in year 2009, I wanted the name of food was just like in real life. That's it. No Goopy. Just "Carbonara".

The Traditional Chinese language version did not translated directly to "Goopy Carbonara", but instead other food pasta menu and it was incorrect. 醬料通心粉 (Macaroni with sauce) --> 卡邦尼意粉 (Carbonara) While the Japanese translation it was translated directly to "Goopy Carbonara" in katakana, I deleted the グーピー word.

Languages are in English, Chinese, Japanese only.

Known issues: ⚠️ These mods may not be compatible with other STBL renamed mods made by other Modders due to accidental same instance code used by other Modders that can make other Rename mods you installed before this mod will revert back to original word.

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List of instance code compatibility:

Chinese 0x000F16B00BA8342C 0x0D40E85822FDE71A Breasts 0x00412F6BF0473B4A Carbonara 0x000F16B00BA8342D

As usual, install .package file on Package folder. You can safely delete the package if you no longer want to use the default replacement.

[ Download "Asian" --> "Chinese" Renamed Mod Default Replacement ] Required: World Adventure Expansion Pack

[ Download "Endowments" --> "Breasts" Renamed Mod Default Replacement ] Required: Late Night Expansion Pack

[ Download "Goopy Carbonara" ---> "Carbonara" Renamed Mod Default Replacement ] Base Game compatible.

More screenshots of rename mod proofs are below:

Do Italian Sims players get annoyed or angry if their pasta, Carbonara, is called "Goopy Carbonara" in this game? Just wondering.