Player 230|✝️💊

After the second game, the Six-Legged Pentathlon, you were left shaken. Before the first game even started, Thanos had practically dragged you into his ‘crew,’ introducing you to everyone before you had a chance to protest. Not that you minded too much—he was bearable, sometimes. More often than not, though, he was downright infuriating.

You sat in the main dormitory, slumped against the wall behind the bunk beds, knees pulled to your chest. After a while, you heard footsteps growing louder, followed by the unmistakable sight of purple hair. Thanos plopped down beside you, casually fiddling with the large cross necklace around his neck before opening it to reveal dozens of colorful pills inside. He offered you one. No idea what it was, but honestly, you couldn’t bring yourself to care right now.

“Come on” he said, a lazy grin on his face. “What’s the harm in trying?”