The Dream SMP Hunger Games Series

Chapter Five

The year ####, Date ##/##/##.

Approximately one year before the 74th Hunger Games.

The large scale aquarium held the prime position within BadBoyHalo's sparsely adorned office. It's vibrant blues and greens amongst various forms of aquatic lifeforms were discordant when compared to the rest of the lifeless greyness which grew dull after time.

Setting down the book within his hold neatly back into the proper placing on his bookshelf, Bad merrily hummed to himself.

Yes. He nodded, turning around to face the glass holding back a flood, the man kindly smiled at his own reflection. It was much better for the sea life there; then it was for the rest of them out here.

It was then that his most beautiful and adored specimen made her way out from the depths. A joy that never failed to reach him, making Bad lean in nose-to-glass in order to make out her ethereal presence from the multitudes of fish which migrated in their usual groups.

His whale shark, who had lovingly been adorned with the name Lucy.

For you see, despite the name, whale sharks were not 'whales', and that was a good reason for him to like them!

A knock upon the metal doors leading into his office broke the President out of happy thoughts and back into the real world.

Almost grumpily, the man walked over to recline into his fur lined chair. Where the fur specifically came from, he did not know. Nor would he want to know if a hybrid's skin was what lay beneath his weight.

With the quick press of a button, the double doors mechanically slid open. Revealing the occupant of whom had disturb his thoughts.

Skeppy stood back straight and face empty with multiple papers piled atop of a singular, medium sized black box.

Once again his face spread into a kindly grin, diamond encrusted Gamemaker taking sharp strides in his direction, before getting close enough setting the container on top of his table.

Bad's smile sharpened at hearing the crate hit the surface. Contents of glass audibly clanging against each other in a way that he. Did not. Tolerate.

"Skeppy..."

He sent a warning glance in the other's direction. The other not making any sort of visible displays of fear. Then all of a sudden, he drew chipper once again.

"Be more careful next time! Okay?"

Stiffly, Skeppy nodded. Manuscripts held firmly within his grasp while the man prepared to speak aloud.

"Damages to the playing fields were severe, but nothing we can't fix before our next game to be held."

After looking over quickly to his boss to get approval to keep going, Skeppy once again robotically spoke.

"Most all tributes were killed as instructed, except for the two who you specifically told us to spare, and no damages are reported to have hit a single person outside of the designated games zone. So overall, apart from the kidnapping of four former tributes, incidents have been kept to a minimum."

Bad watched with sharp eyes as the Gamemaker then set down what looked to be half of the papers in his stack on the corner of his desk.

Pulling the papers back over to himself, the demonic hybrid then read through them during the span of a few minutes. The other occupant of the room with functioning legs standing still and silently. Starting forwards at either the aquarium, or nothingness.

Knowing the soldier, it was most likely to be the later rather than the former.

After an unbearably longer amount of time without a word between them, Bad then slid the papers back over to the corner of his table. Edges meeting perfectly together in neat lines not overlapping.