The Dream SMP Hunger Games Series

Chapter One

It was the first night of Dream's imprisonment when Tubbo had gone to sleep the safest he'd ever felt. Yet, it was also the same night when everything had fallen to become so very, very wrong.

Tubbo felt... dizzy.

The walls were shifting around him in a mismatch order of colour, and brought forth a nauseating feeling to the forefront of his stomach.

Spinning wildly on whatever he stood on, Tubbo immediately reached down to his waist for the axe that never left his side even while asleep in bed.

Because that was where he should be. Under the warm woollen covers of his progressing home in Snowchester.

His senses sharpened as someone, or something, grabbed his shoulders in an uncomfortable way.

Threat threat threat they are here to hurt and harm defend yourself-

"Woah woah woah! I'm sorry you m-must be so confused!"

Tubbo blinked blearily, what surely couldn't be, but looked like his exact doppelgänger, stared right back at him.

Dream must have drugged him. His war torn mind descended into tactics on how to escape whatever was about to come, searching for any weapon possibly nearby which could provide a minor advantage-

"Uh Tommy?! I think I'll need some help here!"

The creature in his skin was speaking, he had to get away!

Just before Tubbo could make any possible movement to escape from the being's grasp, something heavy thumped him over the head. Sending him down into the land of nightmares from fights past fought.

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When he'd woken up hours later, it was only to find out that Tubbo had been unwillingly forced into a different universe to partake in a game of death.

He was the second option to be brought out. Instead, the one before him died due to a physiological difference which prevented them from breathing this world's air.

To find out that his Ranboo's alternate universe double had been stripped out of the End and put into an unfamiliar place, only to die painfully without knowledge of what was happening was harsh.

But thankfully, it did help him come to terms with the fact that these people were not his friends, nor anything like the loving citizens Tubbo had known during his entire life.

He would have to be trained by his alternate self, to kill his alternate friends, so that hopefully the rights to go back home and live, were given as a reward.

Or at least. That was their plan for him.

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It had been a nerve racking day when Tubbo first met the very people he would have to fight against.

His own 'trainer', a word which definitely never fit himself in any sort of way, had basically said to give up.

"Uhhh... I don't know. It's not like we'd have any chance of winning. But Tommy is here! Though Tommy said he was real... Well, you know. You could still help him out! Just like the other us's have done before when it wasn't Ranboo's turn on the spot! Anyway, I'm sure it'll work out fine for you if you help him."

Instead of immediately focusing on the weapons, Tubbo decided to watch the other contestants first.

One of the first few he spied, which gave him chills to see alive and well, were Schlatt and Quackity.

Schlatt was a king from a great nation. He'd bragged before that he'd hunt servant children on his grounds for entertainment.

From the way the man had looked at him over the feasting table, it was obvious just what his particular fate had been in that universe.