SBI oneshots (NOT BEING UPDATED ANYMORE)

City lights

This is my own AU so i need to explain it

In the city there's thingies called districts
(Blue(or sky) district, Red(or crime) district, blackout(or mole) district for examples of them there's 9 in total)
You're assigned a district as a child based on which one you were born in, but you can switch based on your job, status, things like that.

Over the 243 years the city existed the sky was blocked out by pollution, even if it clears the amount of lights it'll be the same sight: black there's no way to tell if it's day or night besides clocks.

anyway, it's the fighter AU so i have to explain what fighters are

(obviously me, what did you think?)

Fighters are below the lowest class, considered as animals by people in higher classes and some even consider them pets, but are often used as entertainment, forced to fight, based on how good a show they put on for the fight they get paid anywhere from $25(which is below minimum wage here) to $30.

(To explain the money thing, minimum wage here is $30, this takes place in 2183 so it'll be higher than $11)

They get custom weapons to help them(holo blades, swords, bows, anything), to injure the other, the only rule being 'Do not injure your enemy beyond use or kill them'. They also have 'costumes' which aren't really costumes but suits that are equipped with a ton of shit like springs lmao

with that very shitty explanation, we shall start >:O

+No pov

Neon city, June 3rd, 2183, 23:03 pm.

"Why did we get forced into this?"

The younger took his eyes off his locker, which was messily filled with medical supplies, changes of clothes, general things you'd have as a fighter.

The other, who was getting frustrated while trying to put his cuffs on, gave up and looked over.

"You've asked this how many times now? 12 times?" He took the cuff he was trying just moments ago put on his wrist and forearm, setting it down into the locker, shutting it.

"Yeah, well, I want to know why we-" He brought his arms up quickly. "PEOPLE WHO AREN'T EVEN OF LEGAL AGE TO BE DOING THIS!" He brought his arms down. "doing this?"

The older walked over, size difference being noticeable, even if the room wasn't that well lit. But what were you expecting? You're in the blackout district, good lighting is hard to get around here.

"Hey hey! clam down." He moved the tellers messy mop of blonde hair out of his eyes. "I don't like it either, but we have to do it. You know what happens when we disobey them, and i don't want that to happen again, After what happened to my other partner, i don't want to see it again. So please don't do whatever you're thinking, Tommy."

The kid, now known as Tommy, sighed, letting his shoulders relax. He took the shooters hands off his face and moving away.

"I know what happens, I know what happened to your old partner, Tubbo..."

"I'm just tired of this, we're forced to duel others, the rich assholes have no morals, clearly, putting us, a 16 and 17-year-old against some what? 21 year old this time?"

Tubbo turned around, and started to walk back to his locker, which contained his cuffs, jacket and helmet.

"Yeah, but that's also not what i'm concerned about. I heard off one of the others that they're putting us against the strongest person in each district."