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Might have been a little bored during class (they’re all i can think about these days)
The Front Man has been the only thing I can think about since Squid Game 2
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based of that one imagine of like gihun stuck in a time loop and not giving a shit about it. idk i how to use this app yall pls help me. How tf do u add pictures?
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"Red Light, Green Light, Again."
At first, Gi-hun tried to do things the hard way. Making alliances, forming plans, agonizing over who he could save. Now? Now he’s here to put on a show.
Speedrun Start: Red Light, Green Light
The first time he played this game, he barely made it. The second, he figured out the timing. The tenth, he mastered the rhythm. The hundredth, he started experimenting.
Now?
The doll’s head barely finishes spinning forward before Gi-hun takes off at a dead sprint.
Someone screams. Players flinch. A few of them stumble back, expecting to see him drop dead on the spot.
Instead, he slides across the finish line a full minute ahead of everyone else.
The doll chirps, "Player 456, eliminated—"
BZZT.
The speakers cut out for a second, and then the mechanical voice corrects itself. "Player 456, cleared."
In-ho watches this from the control room, fingers tightening around his radio. "What."
Gi-hun stands at the finish line, brushing himself off. He glances up at the cameras, grinning. He waves.
Behind him, the other players are still frozen in shock.
New personal best.
Honeycomb: Exploiting the System
Sang-woo, as usual, hesitates at the candy tin, looking at Gi-hun like he wants to say something.
Gi-hun winks at him and picks the umbrella.
Sang-woo looks like he’s watching someone commit actual suicide.
The moment the game starts, Gi-hun flips the tin over and smashes it against the ground. The candy cracks perfectly along the shape. He stands up, holding out the umbrella with a flourish. "Done."
The guards don’t react. They don’t know how to react.
The worker monitoring the station scrambles to check the rules. "Is that allowed?"
"...There’s no rule against it."
In-ho, watching from the control room, rubs a gloved hand down his face.
Sang-woo stares at him like he’s just grown wings.
Gi-hun strolls past him, handing in his umbrella piece with a satisfied grin. "You should really read the fine print, buddy."
Tug-of-War: Advanced Mechanics
In his first few runs, he followed the old man’s strategy. It worked. But Gi-hun has had time to refine the meta.
He handpicks a team that should be doomed. No Sang-woo, no Ali, just a bunch of people who always died here.
And then, instead of playing by the rules, he yells, "JUMP ON THREE!"
His team jumps forward at the exact right moment, jolting the other team off balance.
Then he yells, "PULL NOW!"
They win in five seconds flat.
The workers just stare.
In-ho, in the control room, slowly pushes his hands together in front of his mask. "This little shit."
Marbles: Sequence Break
Gi-hun finds Il-nam sitting in the alleyway, waiting for him with that gentle old-man smile.
Gi-hun squats down, resting his arms on his knees. He tosses a marble in his hand, watching the way the light catches it.
"You’re the mastermind, aren’t you?"
Il-nam blinks. "What?"
"Come on, you think I don’t know? You disappear right before the big finale? The guards don’t shoot you? The whole ‘Oh, I just wanted to feel alive again’ monologue? Give me some credit, old man."
Il-nam’s face does something strange. "How—"
Gi-hun waves him off. "Relax. I’m not mad. I’m just bored. So how about this? I win this game, you pull some strings, and I get to skip Glass Bridge. Deal?"
Il-nam stares at him for a long, long time.
Then he laughs.
New skip discovered.
Glass Bridge: Tool-Assisted Playthrough
Gi-hun stands at the edge of the glass panels, arms crossed, while the other players stare at him, waiting.
The usual panic begins. The first few contestants get shoved. The survivors hesitate. The clock ticks down.
Gi-hun sighs. "Move."
He steps forward—and before anyone can react, he pulls a gun off one of the guards.
In-ho, watching from the control room, leaps out of his chair. "WHAT THE FU—"
Gi-hun calmly shoots out the panels, one by one, watching to see which ones break.
Then he hops across the safe ones, whistling.
Behind him, someone whispers, "What the fuck."
Even the VIPs are losing their shit.
"Where did he even get a gun?!"
"Who cares? This is amazing!"
Finale: Any% Completion
By the time Gi-hun reaches the last round, everyone is afraid of him.
The guards hesitate before addressing him. The remaining players stay far, far away. Even Sang-woo—ruthless, brilliant Sang-woo—looks at him like he’s something other.
And In-ho?
In-ho is watching from the balcony with the silent frustration of a man who has lost control of his own game.
Gi-hun tilts his head back to look at him. He gives him a mocking little salute.
The Squid Game has rules. But Gi-hun has had time. And the more he plays, the more he breaks those rules.
This is his game now.
He smirks.
"Let’s finish this."
Meanwhile, Jun-ho is sitting in the vents, completely horrified.
"What the fuck is WRONG with this guy?"
Idk maybe i should add Inho to the time loop as well, cuz I’m bored.
But who is who?
(I know 457 are home of sexual bastards, but what about Jung-bae, Dae-ho, and Jun-hee?)
They are everything to me
why is this so funny to me?😭😭😭 dae-ho and jung-bae are literally “I’m in the death game and I don’t know what the fuck is going on between these two but why the fuck are they gay?”
Some gay shit I've had in my mind since watching the squid gay
Chapter Two Archive of Our Own Link 🔗: https://archiveofourown.org/works/62894770/chapters/161628754#workskin
Stop, because this has actually taken over my mind.
I imagine Gi-hun as a divorced, gambling-addicted cleaner at the opera house, living there while his daughter trains in ballet at the dormitory. He’s worked there for years, long enough to start believing in the so-called Front Man—especially since said ghost has been giving him impromptu singing lessons.
Gi-hun can’t deny that ever since the Front Man took an interest in him, most of his gambling debts have been conveniently forgotten by those he owed them to. Some creditors have even mysteriously disappeared.
One day, disaster strikes. The prima donna refuses to sing after yet another sabotage by the opera ghost—this time, right in front of the new owner of the opera house, the Recruiter. To make matters worse, a new benefactor has arrived: Cho Sang-woo.
Gi-hun’s childhood best friend.
Sang-woo doesn’t recognize Gi-hun at first—just a cleaner on stage, sweeping up the aftermath of yet another accident. But when it becomes clear that the opera will have to cancel its performance (and refund an audience they can’t afford to lose), Jung-bae, the stage manage who got Gi-hun the job years ago, makes an outrageous suggestion: let Gi-hun sing.
Gi-hun nearly spits out his drink. Everyone laughs. The idea is ridiculous. Him? The starring role?
But then—he sings.
And the laughter stops.
Before he can protest, the costumers are hauling him backstage, fitting him into elaborate robes, combing his hair, shaving his face. By the time he looks in the mirror, he barely recognizes himself. He isn’t just a cleaner anymore.
That night, as Gi-hun steps onto the stage, Sang-woo recognizes the voice before he recognizes the man. The performance stuns the audience, and afterward, Sang-woo finds Gi-hun in his dressing room, inviting him to dinner. The invitation feels surreal—too fine, too polished. The luxury, the crisp new clothes—it’s everything Gi-hun ever wanted.
But something about it feels wrong.
Later, a letter arrives. Not from Sang-woo.
From the Front Man, the opera ghost.
The signature?
A symbol.
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Before Gi-hun can make sense of it, he is summoned.
This time, not to the stage.
To the depths beneath the opera house.
Where the Front Man waits.
i dont know if this is too niche but then again tumblr never fails to surprise me so… hear me out on this????? i???? kinda need to write this au asap because the poto dynamic with 457 is actually crazy
the phantom is the og masked yearner i fear… he walked so inho could run
also the idea of the phantom (inho) being shorter than christine (gihun) has me giggling a little icl
found this on tiktok and I legit choked on my drink
gihun collecting deranged homicidal freaks like infinity stones
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