HG X UNDERTALE AU ~ THE GAMES [OLD FANFIC]

PART 1 ~ VII : INTERVIEW

Reaper P.o.V

"You're planning to kill me, right?"

That's exactly what I was thinking... shit. "Of course no-"

I couldn't even finish my sentence and my companion started dying of laughter.

"Not for real of course! C'mon, let's celebrate this victory!"

Wine was poured, even my younger tribute drank a little then spat it all back out. I actually enjoyed it's taste unlike my friend over there. A little later, we were asked to go to bed because of the noise we produced. Of course we listened, we don't wanna get eliminated early.

As I was about to go to sleep. I felt something weird then turned around to see Ink, staring into my soul but not with his regular colourful eyes. They were simple white ovals, glowing in the dark.

"So you plan on killing me."

"No- What's up with your fac-"

"Don't lie. You've been trying to maximize your own chances of survival."

"Ink please-"

"No, I won't rest until I get answers."

Time for acting, hopefully this'll work.

"Back there, I was just trying to come up with a new strategy, knowing about your brand new talents. I promise, I wouldn't ever do that to you."

"You promise?"

"Yeah, I do."

That was way too easy. He hopped onto the bed and seemed less angry. I knew I did my job well and he wouldn't ever see this coming, not a mile away.

"Reaper?"

He asked. I guess the ten minutes of silence was finally broken.

"Hm?"

"Are you fine with me sleeping here?"

"Yeah. Anyways, tomorrow is the interview, then we get ready and the games start." "I'm nervous..."

"For what?"

"Well everything, the interview, the games..." "Don't worry, you'll be fine."

"You sure?"

"Yep."

I just wanted to sleep but he kept bothering me. "You ok-"

"Just go to your room, I'm fucking tiered ok?!" "Fine then, be that way."

He got up and left, slamming the door behind him. This is why I prefer a solo game. My mind can't make itself up anymore and everything is a blur or pure confusion. My thoughts drifting away, I closed my eyes and rested well, having an odd dream.

The wind hit hard, the temperature was glacial and the tributes seemed frozen with these pitiable expressions on their faces, pointing at me and in the middle of the arena where the Cornucopia stood.

"Congratulations Reaper, you are the 156th official winner of the Hunger Games!"

All of them were there except for Ink, I searched around then stepped onto a body part that seemed to be an arm. When I looked where it came from, I saw my companion, butchered by me, the gory mess expanding all over the place. It was so sickening that we couldn't even recognise his face through all of the scratches and blood. As I exited the arena, I felt something grabbing my leg and as I looked around I woke up, nervous, almost screaming. After a good five minutes of mental restabilization, I head back to bed.

The next morning, we were left to sleep in until ten o'clock, the time I was forced to wake up. I was given my attire once more, the bird dress and I obediently got changed into it, without a word. I infact noticed that the entire place was silent, it made me uneasy, the same terrible feeling as usual when it's a bad day.