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stayndays · 3 years

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𝐊𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐑 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆'𝐒 𝐀𝐋𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐄 𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐓𝐄𝐒 & 𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐃

time to dive into this hellhole of a series once again

if you haven’t read killer king, there are MAJOR spoilers in this post! you have been warned.

So! This was highly requested in the final survey of Killer King: to reveal the other routes if you didn’t choose the Escape Route. To start off, though, I first have to talk about something that was brought up multiple times throughout the voting boxes of Killer King, which is:

“Why is Jisung helping Minho/Is Jisung aware that Minho’s the killer/What is Jisung and Minho’s dynamic?”

Minho and Jisung, to say the least, is probably the most interesting duo in the series. They didn’t met before the party, but rather, at the party before the mansion owner was killed, and quickly formed a strong bond. You could infer that Minho wanted to pull in a party guest that would most likely stay and solve the murder, just so he has a puppet to control if things go haywire. Minho was also inspired by Jisung’s poem, which results in how his killing techniques were put into place.

Because Jisung is kind of naive in this story, he ends up being manipulated by the killer himself, and accidentally becomes Minho’s #1 ally for the entire series. Minho grabbed the key from the mansion owner’s coat, and gave it to Jisung for him to protect, saying something along the lines of “If anybody tries to flee the mansion like a coward, they won’t be able to because you have the key.”

Oh, also, Minho attempted to frame Jisung by leaving the white glove in Jisung’s bag. I’m like.. slowly recovering info from this series because I already forgot most of the plot.. October was a fever dream guys wheeze

But now, this duo leads us to our first route I’ll cover today! The duos all have a certain goal: Hyunin wanted to escape, another group wanted to kill the killer themselves, and another group simply wanted to solve the murder. This duo is different, however, because Minho is literally the killer.

So the route would’ve played out somewhat like this:

You choose to align with Minho and Jisung, regardless of whether you lie or not

When the house fight occurs and everybody is split off into groups, you have the option to stay with Chan, Changbin, and Minho. If you choose this, you would get an additional chapter where you have the decision to come with Minho upstairs, or to stay behind with Chan and Changbin.

If you choose to come with Minho, you would be forced by him to throw a knife at Jeongin, who’s alone on the stairs. (this would’ve been REALLY fun to write)

Even if you chose not to follow Minho, as long as you prove that you’re truly loyal to him, he’ll eventually reveal to both you and Jisung that he’s the killer, and urge the both of you to work with him to eliminate the rest of the house members.

THIS IS THE FUN PART

Basically: Jisung doesn’t want to team up with Minho. Instead, he wants to try and kill Minho (I assume that Jisung has multiple reasons as to why he doesn’t want to tell the other members, probably because he has no evidence). As a result, since Jisung also trusts you, he tells you his plan, and now you have to choose between the two.

And according to my notes, no matter if you team up with Jisung or go solo, if you choose to betray Minho, you will die. It is impossible to succeed in this scenario. You have to team up with a murderer in order to win.

You could also try and convince Jisung to come with you and Minho’s side. Knowing me, I’d probably spin a wheel to see whether Jisung would agree with you or not LOL. If he doesn’t though, he’s gonna die. That’s that.

So if you team up with Minho (regardless if Jisung is still alive or not) and the two/three of you are able to successfully eliminate the rest of the members, you win! And you get the ending “The Killer’s Sidekick” (even better: if you identity as a female and/or use she/her pronouns, you could be “The Killer Queen” :D)

The other two routes don’t have nearly as much info as Minsung’s route, though. One of them wasn’t even planned at all. Let’s talk about them!

Changlix’s Route: Kill the Killer

Basically, if you openly state to either Felix or Changbin that you’re also interested in killing the killer, you’d be put into this route!

In this route, you’ll tend to make more impulsive decisions without thinking straight (aka your choices will be pretty dumb) because you’re after blood, not justice.

If you kill the wrong person, that’s an automatic game over.

If you hesitate to kill Minho, he’ll kill you first, and that’s a game over.

And if you successfully kill Minho, you’ll get one of those “You won.. but at what cost?” endings, kinda like the ending you guys got! (it’s because you killed somebody, that’s why.)

Chanmin’s Route: Catch the Killer

I have nothing written down for this route. It’s pretty self explanatory. Find the killer, and trap him in a room until the police come. That’s pretty much the route, along with trying not to get killed yourself.

If you chose this route, it would probably be even more stressful than the escape route, and would probably be the most boring route to write.

If you have any questions, let me know! But now let’s dive into the questions you guys put in for the survey.

1. Was Hyunjin super suspicious in the beginning as a red herring?

I think they were all super suspicious in the beginning just so the reader jumps into the story completely blind. It wasn’t intended as a red herring, but it definitely could be to you!

2. Why does Felix and Changbin want to kill the murderer?

Simple: bloodlust. I just needed that violent duo, y’know?

3. Were Jisung and Minho conspiring together? If not, was Minho going to pin it on Jisung?

No and yes, that was his intention!

4. Why does Minho have a hankering for murder?

He wants revenge on his step father, the mansion owner, for neglecting him all those years. Also the dude has anger issues. Bad temper.

5. Why could Minho pass the mattress but not 5 guys?

He is immortal. He is god. He is- just kidding. He was probably doing something stupid and unplanned, like using the bathroom on the downstairs floor. That’s the best answer I can give you for now.

6. Why did Jisung decided to team up with Minho? I mean what benefit will he get from it if there is a chance Minho might even kill him too? and also did Jisung know that Minho is the killer king in the first place?

He didn’t realize he was teaming up with the killer, and if Minho did reveal that he was the killer, Jisung would most likely try to turn on him (and fail). Nope!

7. What was Minho's motive (was it just him hating the victim or was there something deeper)?

Both that, and probably bloodlust as well.

8. How did Minho get the white glove to blame Jisung later when he wasn't with us while we were searching the room?

He bought a fresh pair of white gloves before the party started. He also, most likely, placed it in Jisung’s bag before committing the murder without him noticing.

9. If we were to just body search everybody at once, would we find the throwing knives on Minho and just end the whole thing? (this was on my mind the whole time lmao, like why didn't we search OURSELVES too??)

yeah true ngl i can’t argue with that Knowing Minho, he probably has a bunch of knives hidden all around the house, secretly planting them here and there while mingling with party guests.

10. Were really 2 killer kings?

Nope! Only Minho. There would only be more than one killer king if you ended up choosing the Minsung route. However, good idea! I should’ve thought of that.

11. Why in the hell was jisung helping minho like how did they end up as a team?

e x p l a i n e d a l r e a d y. see i told you guys a lot of people were asking this

12. I still don't understand changbins fascination with the blood type.

This was an easter egg I was proud of but nobody caught!! The same blood type mentioned by Changbin (I think it was A?) is the same type Seungmin has! After a google search or two, I learned that blood types were passed down by family members, so if you arrange Seungmin’s family tree correctly, you’d learn that him and the mansion owner shared the same blood type, meaning that Seungmin is related to the mansion owner. Far stretch, I know, but I think it works out! If you figured this out, you would realize how smart Changbin really is as a scientist.

13. Why did jeongin light two matches?

Extra precaution! Also, he’s the youngest. He thinks fire is cool.

14. Was Minsung a team for the ~ Minsung Vibes? ~

It was not intentional at first, but then I realized the rest of the duos were popular ships in SKZ (minus Chanmin) so that was interesting!

15. Just in general why were the teams aligned the way they were?

Minsung - They’re good pals Changlix - For the bloodlust similarity Hyunin - They were both emotional enough in this story to want to escape Chanmin - It’s literally Chan and Seungmin, and Seungmin is close with the mansion owner

16. Which one was your favorite route?

MINSUNG’S ROUTE!! I wanted you guys to choose this one because it would so different from other murder mysteries!! But the escape route was my second choice, thank god.

17. Will you be doing another series similar to this next year?

90% no because of how physically and mentally draining this series was to write, but you can get a sequel if the finale somehow gets 50 notes! That won’t happen for a while. Just FYI.

18. Did the knife in y/n’s hand ever come out or was it just stuck in there the entire time?

It was there the entire time until Hyunjin pulled it out at his house. I actually still don’t know if this is medically accurate or not, I literally had to ask my mom what to do in this situation. Our text messages went something like:

Me: If a knife goes through your hand, should you pull it out or leave it in? Asking because of a TV show Mom: Leave it in and go to the hospital... Me: Ok thanks mom

I think that’s it? I still have a lot I want to talk about, but that information will only come out if people ask me! So come ask me hehe have fun. Thank you, so incredibly much, for following Killer King. It is my pride and joy, literally.

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probablyaslytherine · 5 years

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My rapist wants bail. I just need him to know.

I’m sitting, legs crossed on the couch-my unruly hair falls in strands out of a haphazard bun. I’m laughing too hard to push it away.

My friends sit across from me, on the floor, in armchairs, the loveseat. We’re discussing logistics of toilet paper ply or something equally mundane. But we’re smiling. Giggling. Here. Together. And topics needn’t matter. The aroma of coffee seeps soothingly through the morning air, into my body . A large blocky head presses itself to my side, peering longingly at the pancakes on my lap. I toss a piece to Toast, who swallows it before it seems to even touch his lips, and am thanked with butt wiggles and a contented grunt. I am here. And I am learning.

And then I feel a sharp pain in my side. A menstrual cramp. The world goes dark and all that’s there is you. It’s always you. Scraping my insides with your filthy hands, you invite him over. His tongue is on my breasts, hands are on my neck. Good girl. And I want to disappear inside of me but you’re there. There’s nowhere to go, you’ve taken my only fucking home. The world is drowning me but my house is in flames. I think I died that day. And I couldn’t believe it when you pulled your hands out of me and they were empty but I was gone. Where the fuck had you to taken me?

I breathe. I imagine the end. A train is coming and I leap in front of the tracks. A sharp pain, and then you’re gone. I’m gone. I don’t have to feel this, I don’t have to feel anything anymore. Breathe. Train. Repeat.

My living room comes back into focus and no one seems to have noticed I had gone, I excuse myself to pee but I go upstairs and sit on the bathroom floor and try to purge you out of me. You won’t come up. I want to scream. My hair brushes against my face and I yank it with trembling hands, I set fire to my scalp but I still smell your breath as your lips touch my hair, “good girl” you coo. Then I’m gone, I’m gone again and it’s only you. You penetrate me with your gun and my shirt is his fingers, tracing circles on my back, I rip it off.

I need out. I imagine the train. My death. Your death in me. Again and again till I can breathe. Do you feel powerful now? Is this what you wanted? The shell of a women, naked, shaking on the bathroom floor? My friend brings me a beer and I sit, head tucked into my knees and sob all of you that I can out of me.

The next day I’m at the site of a transport truck crash. I search through piles of dead bodies. Bird upon bloody bird, for hours, hoping to salvage one. And there are no survivors. But I go home and tend to my rescued hen. Her body, caged, used by men for years and destined for slaughter. She greets me with excited clucks, ready to go outside and explore the world. She’s healing. From what they did to her. From the trembling naked body who found me at a slaughterhouse to the fiercely opinionated and loud person she is today I look to her and I like to think that’s who I’ll become. I’m supposed to say that you stole something from me but I’m growing something stronger.

I’m not. I still can’t live it all at once. It’s moments. It’s him behind me. Hands cupping my bruised hips, sliding his slimy phallus slowly inside my ragdoll body as I’m planning the moments after, how I’m ready to die. You chuckling “you can tame em all, right my love?”

I’m outside. It’s a sunny day. Working, enjoying the wildlife and my tea. A leaf grazes my thigh. And suddenly I’m nowhere, I’m there. It’s you. It’s only you. Good girl, good girl. You rub your Dna into the cavity between my breasts, you reach out as if to touch me, I don’t flinch, so you kick my aching clitoris, kissing my nose as I convulse in pain. And the two of you leave my body here, covered in your cum and nine one hundred dollar bills. This is how you cover your tracks, how you claim I wanted it.

I’m sobbing on my turf lawn. Home alone, I dig my fingers into the artificial earth to prevent from digging them into me. You’re here and it’s not fair. I rock back and forth, I yell to Toast I want to die, I need to die and he whimpers with me until I calm down. You’ve taken so much of me but I refuse to let you hurt my friends.

The hair on my body suddenly feels wrong, it’s touching me. I shave it all, sometimes. Arms, legs, stomach. To rid of unintentional sensations all sending me back to you.

After hours of laying naked on the VIP floor, I walk downstairs. I don’t know if the club is still open. I don’t notice who is here. I sit on the sidewalk (My lawyer checked, it was 39 degrees that night) in a small black dress and feel no cold, feel nothing, am nothing. All that I feel is the defeat of you inside of me. Of me rolling over. I contemplate dying for three hours or so, before I find myself in the hospital.

I hate hospitals now. My health requires frequent bloodwork. But I sit in the chair and suddenly I’m there. stripped down. They’re cutting off my clothing for evidence. Metal prods open a vagina for them. I don’t want it, it’s not mine. They take photos of your bruises. I don’t know if I speak. Every touch is a reminder of you. I skip work when I’m released. I sit in my car. I push on the bruises you’d left on my arms, my hips, my neck. I survey the tiny cuts on my chest. I make them bleed again but I won’t hurt. All I feel is you. I think about driving into a bridge but I can’t fucking let you win. I report you.

Officers take your money. My words. I don’t remember what I answer but they’re pulling me deeper from my own home. Was I drinking? I had drugs in my system, yes? Is it true that I’m into rough sex? Have I ever asked someone to hurt me? That’s a lot of money, don’t I need it? How many sexual partners have I had? That’s quite a few sexual partners, what makes these two different?

I leave the police station numb. I can’t see them, on the streets, without leaving myself. Feeling you. Hating them.

Later that day, I find myself crumpled in my friends’ arms. How fucking weak you made me feel. I tell them nothing and everything and I realize there’s none of me left, to tell them what I need. They hold me all day. I drink you away all night.

I try to burn you out of me once. I slice myself to bleed you out. But you always come back. I’m not stronger because of you. You only took from me. I cannot live a life that’s free of you. I cannot live a life that’s wholly me. But I can choose to win this. To stop you. To break you back. I don’t think you’re capable of feeling my pain. Amy’s pain. Lauren’s. Helen’s. Any of these women who’s homes and lives you massacred. But I hope to humiliate you. To take away your pride. I want to melt the silver spoon you used to silence us and drown you in its flames.

I keep pausing in writing this. Remembering the train. The calming thought of erasing my existence. Ridding me of this pain. Ridding me of you. But that’s the goddamn easy way out. You’ve destroyed us, these 9 women and I. Good girls do the right thing. And the right thing is to destroy you.

Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you. God, how I miss me.

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