Speedrun Start: Red Light, Green Light

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.