The 98th Hunger Games.

Chapter Five - Scoring.

// arrows / bows ?

authors note; WRITERS BLOCK,, uhm this story might be discontinued soon but uhh until then i'll write as much as i can okay bye
P.S.i haven't watched or read the hunger games in a while so if something is off or wrong, i apologize 🧎🏻‍♀️

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Today, Tommy can eat.
He's not sure why it's been easier to eat, but he's happy about that. The food is wonderful here, so perfectly made and delicious. It's nothing like Tommy was supplied with back at home.
Technoblade clears his throat, causing all three boys to look up. All of them are at the dining table, even Badboyhalo. "So, you all are aware of what is happening today."
Tommy nods, and with a quick glance around the room, sees that everyone else is nodding too.
"I want you all to show them your skill. You—" he points to Tubbo, "what will you show them?"
"A trap. I'll show them how I set it up, how quickly i can do so, etc."
"Good, I like that. You?"
Ranboo clears his throat, "uh, well. I did good with mostly the survival type stuff. Like, um, filtering, patching up wounds, hunting for fish and making areas habitable."
Techno seems intrigued. "Okay, and you?"
"I'll show them my combat skills."
"Combat skills?" Techno looks questionably at Tommy.
"My ability to shoot arrows, or if they have swords, my strength in, well," Tommy waves his hands around, hoping Blade will catch on. He doesn't. "Combat."
Techno nods. "Okay, these all sound good."
  The conversation ends just as that, everyone finishing up their meals and getting dressed. As they head to the scoring center*, Tommy and Tubbo hook pinky's. This is something they used to do back in their district whenever some kind of bear was around and they had to play dead.
  Tommy's excited for the scoring. He's confident he'll get at least a 9.
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  Tubbo looks defeated when he leaves the scoring room, which makes Tommy debate if he wants to go in there and kill someone or comfort his friend.
  "Good luck," Tubbo whispers to Tommy.
  Tommy plans to show them who they're up against.

  Once he gets in there, he picks up a box and a quiver of arrows, walking to the target. When he looks up at the Gamermakers, he's upset to see only a few looking. He decides to shoot anyway, who knows? Maybe they'll see him shoot and tell their friends.
  He sets his arrow up and pulls it back, aiming for the target, exhaling and releasing the arrow, which lands directly in the middle.
  He smiles, looking up, and feeling a pool of warm drench over his body when no one is looking.
  Not one of them.
  His eyes widen, brows furrowing.
  He doesn't know where the confidence comes from when he suddenly draws an arrow back and shoots an apple out of a fruit bowl. it lands against the back wall, stuck, and dripping. Gross.
  The Gamemakers are looking at him now.
  He bows, "thank you for your consideration," he says, placing the bow back as well as the quiver and leaving.
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  "What the muffin is wrong with you?" Bad exclaims, pointing his finger in Tommy's face.
  "I think it's well deserved, they did the same thing to me." Tubbo says, trying to hide his disappointment.
  Tommy wishes he shot one of them, right in the face. No one treats his Tubbo like that.
  "Tommy!" Bad shouts, snapping. Tommy draws his attention back.
  "They wouldnt look at me!" He says, defeated.
  "You're not a child, Tommy. This isn't something you can just.... do. It's wrong! You could get us all in trouble— put your friends in danger! Do you understand? This isn't play time."
  "No, no." Techno says. "This could be good."
  Tommy looks over with hope.
  "Good? Are you joking, Technoblade?" Bad says, outraged.
  "No. He's shown the Gamemakers his whit. His courage, his rage. This could be very beneficial for him."
  "Or make him a target." Ranboo points out. "People could uhh... you know. See him like a start of a rebellion."
  "But I wasn't," Tommy's cut off by Techno;
  "Listen. If he gets a bad score, at least you two will get good ones. We can still get sponsors. We just have to wait."
  "This is pathetic. You're pathetic. You're going to get us killed." Halo says, storming off.

  Tommy never thought he could be any kind of influence on anyone. Well, besides Tubbo maybe.
  He lays in bed, hand on his stomach, the other behind his head, staring at the ceiling.
  Rebellion?
  How bad could a rebellion be?

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*what the fuck is it called... LMFAO.
sorry this ones rlly short but uhm....... hope you enjoyed okay bye <3