HG X UNDERTALE AU ~ THE GAMES [OLD FANFIC]

PART 1 ~ IV : OPENING NIGHT

Ink P.o.V

We were allowed to exit the locomotive as the doors gaped. The sun was hot, somehow thick and piercing. There are benefits to being a monster, you don't get sunburns. Suddenly, an older man, maybe in his mid sixties came up to me and Reaper.

"So you're this year's District 7 tributes?"

"Yes!"

I said. He was expecting a reply from Reaper but I covered for him. "He got in trouble so he's not allowed to talk until training day." "Oh, that's sucky, Itsaso, why would you do this to him?"

"Ugh, he was being rude."

"Go fly a kite bitch."

"I-"

"Now listen up Reaper, you can talk now."

Our female occupant then left with a loud sigh. He smiled and happily said.

"Finally, she's gone."

"I'm sorry, she's sometimes the cause of people's deaths. If you annoy her too much, she'll ask the Peacekeepers to kill you. You were lucky to be spared by that psychopath. By the way, I'm Gerold, your male representative."

"Nice to meet you."

"C'mon, follow me, we have no time to waste."

He handed me over to a group of majoritarily older women and the same thing for Reaper. When I entered a weird room with some surgical tables, I felt uncomfortable.

"So... Ink, can you go put on that nightgown, we need to measure, clean and examine you for opening night."

As I put the robe on, I felt their piercing eyes stare at my bare body. It was so embarrassing but it was part of their job, to look at underaged people's bodies to make clothes. When it was on, I noticed most of it was transparent and I was literally exposed to people that I've never met before. I must say I do have body dysmorphia and this is not helping at all. They foolishly circled around my figure, lifting my arms and taking the measuring tape to write down everything. I felt as if I was a piece of meat on a hook while they observed me.

"You can sit down now."

The refreshment I needed, a well deserved break. As I sat down, I felt the sudden urge to throw up. All these mixed, frazzled emotions had to be evacuated somehow and it wasn't even my own fault yet my system thought it was. The pioneers gathered around me as I stared down at the mess I made, I couldn't feel anything anymore and it all was reduced to nothing.

Reaper P.o.V

When I entered my own designing chamber, the employees already had my mesures. I suppose all the time unconscious in the train paid off. I was starving but that was fine since a meal was waiting for me at the table. A beautiful lotus shaped bowl with fish stock, what seemed like a pan seared, grilled salmon and a hash of kohlrabi, crispy bok choy and soft sweet carrots. On top was a creamy, sour sauce. It was congenial, equally balanced, and easily one of my newer favorite dishes. I devoured it with much pride, as this may be one of my last meals before I'm thrown into the arena with no food. They discussed outfits and asked for my opinion on certain of them.

"You fools, I'm the boss of this house."

A man, wearing golden eyeliner, fluffy hair, the same coloured clothes entered.

"Now let's see what we have here. Apparently, there's no other headmaster for two tributes so I'll design both of you with my greatest pleasure. I'm Lencho and you must be Reaper." "Yeah."

"Alright, do you prefer wearing a suit or a dress for your entrance night?"

"Any, I don't mind."

"What about Ink?"