"President." a voice called. The person who had spoken peered out from the doorway, strands of chocolate colored hair falling into their eyes as they stared at the object of their message.
A girl who looked to be in her teenage years glanced up, her brown eyes curious as they met with the brunette's gaze. "What is it?" she asked.
The brunette held out a carton of apple juice, its brightly colored logo hidden by a yellow sticky note. "The vice president sent you this, ma'am." the brunette said as they crossed the room to place the small box atop the president's desk. "She said a situation required your attention."
The president hummed in response and reached for the carton, her eyes reading over the message written on the sticky note. "'A group of anti-fans are terrorizing the Fangirl Apple Juice factory'." she read.
The message deliverer nodded. "Its gotten so bad that the factory had to stop production." the brunette explained.
"In that case," the president said as she stood up from the desk, the carton of apple juice in her hand. "Tell the vice president I'll be there right away."
-TIMEY WIMEY SKIP-
"Ms. President, what do you think will happen?" a reporter questioned, shoving a microphone into the president's face as she stepped off the plane.
The president seemed to ponder over this question before giving the reporter a saccharine smile. "I will have to talk over the procedures with the vice president." she said, stepping past the dark haired reporter. "Now if you'll excuse me-"
"Ms. President, why do you think the anti-fans have attacked the F.A.J. or the Fangirl Apple Juice factory?" another reporter asked, cutting her off.
"I'm not entirely sure but-" the president was once again cut off as the crowd of reporters surged closer.
"Ms. President, when do you think the factory will be back up and running?"
"How are you going to handle the anti-fans?"
"Ms. President, what is your Supernatural OTP?"
The president grimaced at the onslaught of inquiries. "Please excuse me." she said, ignoring the various questions being thrown at her as she brushed past the reporters.
"Hey Ashley!" a voice called as the president drew closer to the factory, drawing her attention to the small group gathered beside the wire fence surrounding the factory's grounds. Another girl with blonde hair and hazel eyes grinned and waved. "Bonjour!"
Ashley grinned back and jogged over to them, carefully avoiding any rapid news casters as she ran. "Hey Emma." she said as she neared the group. The president glanced back at the factory, an idea forming in her head as she watched the anti-fans parade around inside the wire fence. "What do you guys think we should do with the anti-fans? Isn't it almost time for another Hunger Games?"
Emma grinned. "Yeah, the reaping is on Thursday"
"I had someone count the group." another voice piped up as a girl with brown hair stepped forward, a notebook in her hands. "There are around twenty-four anti-fans." The brunette paused and scribbled something in the notebook. "A perfect number for a Hunger Games."
"Maybe we should have a few more so that the reaping will be a little bit more of a surprise for the people, all the rest of the anti-fans will be killed on the spot." President Ashley suggested.
"Or we could write the ballots with only their names, and pretend they all just happened to get chosen." Vice President Emma said.
"I say we burn 'em." the brunette said plainly, glancing up from her notebook to look at the group. "What do you think, Rebekah?"
The girl with light brown hair shrugged. "It doesn't matter to me," she said. "We can send them to Hell, with Victoria, if you all want." Rebekah glanced back at the girl who had suggested burning the anti-fans. "And why would you want to burn them? We'd still have their ashes to deal with, Sydney."
Sydney blinked. "Because cremating people is a wonderful experience. They're this much closer to the sun than we are."
"Yeah, I think Victoria is getting bored with the last group we sent her, she's ready for a new batch," Emma said, a phone in her hands as she quickly texted Victoria. "Yeah, I just texted her. She says she needs a new group of anti-fans, the last ones are fried."
Sydney looked at Rebekah smugly. "Told you cremation was the way to go." she smirked.
"That meant nothing." Rebekah deadpanned. "Honestly, why don't we just feed the anti-fans to the sharks? There's nothing to clean up after if we do that."
"WE ARE SENDING THE ANTI-FANS TO VICTORIA. DONE!" Emma shouted in excitement, completely ignoring Rebekah's suggestion, and nearly attracting a large group of reporters.
Ashley rolled her eyes at Emma. "Alright, I'll tell the Scouting Legion to send their best, all I hope is that no titans decide to show up, even though we wiped most of them out the year I became president."
"We have a report on something about a hundred miles south of Mexico." Sydney said as she went through the papers of her notebook. "Something about demon sightings? I'm not sure."
"I suggest you lay a trap for the demons possessing the people, then we can exorcise them." Rebekah suggested.
"Yeah, that works." President Ashley said, a smirk forming on her face.
"Alright guys, let's go, we should visit Victoria and inform her in person that we're giving her some new anti-fans, or she like to call them 'new toys'." Emma said, the phone already in her hand as she texted Victoria about their upcoming visit.
