The 98th Hunger Games.

Chapter Three - Chariot Ride.

  T/CWS FOR THIS CHAPTER:
mentions of fire, Jschlatt mentions

It felt like a month for Tommy when they had finally announced that something more exciting would be happening. A chariot ride?
  Tommy was pushed into a room, and a man around his height approached. He gave a soft smile, "are you Tommy?"
  Tommy nodded.
  "Sweet, I'm your stylish, Spifey. I'll be giving you an outfit for the chariot ride later today!" He flashed another elegant smile. You could tell Spifey was from the capitol- his hair was perfectly done, his clothes fit his frame perfectly. His black suit, his black slacks, black shoes. Even a little fedora. Tommy wanted to barf.
  Spifey began to carefully examine Tommy's frame, "why did you volunteer?"
  Tommy looks away from Spifeys gaze, feeling uncomfortable. "Uh, my buddy. I wanted to help him, I guess."
  Spifey nodded with a soft grin, "how sweet." Tommy wanted to punch him. Tommy was not sweet. "Do you like suits? I could get you and your friends some matching ones. That would be awfully pretty."
  "Only the short one is my friend, the other one is weird, and I don't like him."
  Spifey chuckled, "my apologies."
  After a moment of silence, he clears his throat. "The suits are fine. But i've never worn one before. A proper one at least— like yours."
  Spifey masked his pity, "well, there's always a first for everything if you let there be. I'll make you a red one."
  "Why red?" Tommy feels oddly offended.
  The brunette shrugs. "Fits your attitude."
  Tommy doesn't argue, but nods. "Tubbo should wear a green one." He suggests.
  Spifey gives Tommy's shoulder a pat before heading to the door, "will do."
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  "Oh my," Techno exclaims, looking at the boys all dolled up. "This is different."
  Tommy wouldn't admit to it, but the suit is beautiful. He likes how pretty he looks in it. It's sparkly and red— a white button up underneath and a black tie. He's wearing sparkly red slacks and black shoes, as well as a disc clip on his hair. He and Spifey talked about music quite a bit— and he's sure that is why he was offered this clip. The other's are wearing the same thing, though Tubbo's is a sparkly green, and Ranboo's is purple. Tubbo has a bee clip, Ranboo has heart clip— one side green, the other red.
  "You guys are going to blow them away," Techno says with an emotionless face.
  "Real enthusiastic of you, Blade." Tommy jokes, looking at Tubbo for a laugh, and frowning when he's given a soft elbow to his hip.
  "Well. We have no time to waste. Let's get you to your chariot."
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  Tommy carefully steps up on the chariot, looking anxiously down at his shoes. The chariot feels unstable. "What if we fall off?"
  "Sucks, I guess. Can't really offer you seatbelts on a chariot." Ranboo laughs at this. Tommy shoots him an angry glance.
  The horses start to trot, and this is when Tommy can see the other districts.
  The district in front of him looks boring, besides a man who's made of diamond— practically. His suit is so sparkly and blue that it's blinding.
  Ahead of that district is also boring, besides the women on the team. They're beautiful, one with a bisexual clip and the other with horns and sheep ears. Tommy was interested in all the diversity of the districts.
  A few ahead was another furry— a fox. He was slim and tall, but he looked like the type to be sarcastic, and maybe even funny. His ears are pointy, and Tommy, for some reason, hates that.
  The district in front of that one has someone wearing a beanie.
How can that be professional? Tommy thinks.
  But the first district catches his eye. A guy with a smiley mask, and a green hoodie, with sharp cuffs. Next to him are two men who are slightly shorter— one with fire beaming off of his shoulders, along with a white suit, and one with a dark blue suit, a smile on his neck (a tattoo, Tommy assumes), and clout goggles over his eyes.
  "Tubbo?" Tommy asks, glancing over at his pal.
  "Mm? You okay?" Tubbo looks up to Tommy.
  "Who's in the first district?" Tubbo looks ahead to look at the chariot.
  "Dream, Sapnap, and George are their names. I think. I don't know much about them besides the fact that Dream's apparently very buff and crazy. I'm surprised they let him in." Tubbo swallows. Obviously Dream is bigger than them, they're children and they're thinner. But Dream is still terrifying.
  "Is Dream like the Alpha of their pack or something? He's holding both of their hands." Tommy half-jokes.
  Tubbo shrugs. "Smile, we're on camera now."
  Tommy gives a soft smile, though he's sure it looks fake. He looks up and makes eye contact with himself in the tv screens above him. His smile wavers— he looks so different. He's terrified.
  Ranboo's suddenly wrapping an arm around Tubbo, raising his other hand. Tommy hates this, for some reason.
  "Tommy," Tubbo whispers out of the corner of his mouth, "copy Ranboo!"
  Tommy hesitantly wraps an arm around Tubbo, tugging him slightly towards him and causing the other two to stumble a bit. He then confidently raises his opposite arm in the arm, folding his hand in a fist. Tubbo's glaring at Tommy, and Tommy pretends he doesn't notice.
  What Tommy does notice is a man standing on a podium a bit away from them. He has ram horns, and he's wearing a black suit and red tie.
  "And from District Seven! Tommy, Tubbo, and Ranboo! Gosh, I do love their suits. Look at their little clips! Adorable." A man is announcing.
  Tommy doesn't like being referred to as adorable. He feels weak.
  The chariots are soon all parking together, and the man from earlier is walking up to his podium. He raises both of his hands. The crowd dies down.
  "Welcome." The man exclaims. "Tributes, we welcome you." There's a bit of excitement from the crowd.
  Tubbo's shivering, Tommy noticed, and he looks over worriedly. "Tub-"
  "We salute."
  "-bo, are you okay?" Ranboo and Tommy are unwrapping their arms and settling back into a normal stance. Tubbo gives a soft nod, but he looks mortified.
  "Courage! And your sacrifice." The crowd is clapping. "And we wish you, Happy Hunger Games." He's bowing slightly, "And may the odds, be ever in your favor." He smiles. Tommy hates whoever this is.
  "Ranboo, Tubbo, who is that?"
  "P-President Jschlatt." Tubbo stutters, clearing his throat. "President Jschlatt." He says firmer.
  The chariots are leaving now. "The... President?"
  "You didn't know?" Ranboo says, taken aback.
  "No? How was I supposed to!" Tommy raises his voice, but calms down when they're put on the tv again.
  The Capitol just got a whole lot more confusing.
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  "Andddd- here's your room Tommy!" Halo announces, ushering Tommy into a room. Tommy flinches when the door is shut behind him.
  The room is beautiful— so beautiful that Tommy feels he cannot breathe. There's clothes on his queen-sized bed, a t-shirt and some pajama pants with discs. He slips it on as he takes in the rest of the room. The room is majorly white, other than his black bed. There's a room to the left of his bed, which probably goes to a bathroom. And ahead of his bed and to the left a bit, is a closet. His floors are clean, shiny and reflective. They're marble- it looks like.
  Tommy sits on the side his bed, running his hands along the soft fur of his black blanket. There's a weird phone looking device on his nightstand, so he picks it up. As he slides his finger across it, the background of his walls change into a overview of a forest. Tommy likes this, so he puts the remote back down.
  Tommy settles into his sheets, his back not aching like it usually would because of his bed at home. He's warm, he's cozy. He feels safe, and this makes him want to cry.
  And he does, Tommy ends up crying himself to sleep. He cries until his eyes sting, until his body's quivering. What if he doesn't make it past these games? What if Tubbo doesn't make it past these games? He's hugged by slumber.

Soon.