HG X UNDERTALE AU ~ THE GAMES [OLD FANFIC]

PART 2 ~ V : TEMPLATE

Ink P.o.V

"I wouldn't do that if I were you."

I dropped the blade on my lap. Looking for who could've said that. "It's me, idiot."

Template walked out of the darkness. It always takes longer for the land to become daytime. "W-Why do you care?"

I sobbed, showing my vulnerability to him. It seemed to amuse him somehow and that made me sick.

"Because I need you to help me."

"Didn't you mention that... you just wanted me to leave you alone with his dead body?"

"Let me reformulate : I need you to do a favour for me." "Hm? What is that?"

I asked, intrigued on what it could possibly be.

"Go hunting with me. It'll bring back your spirits and I could teach you a few things." "Why..? Aren't I an obstacle for you, someone you need to kill?

"No, because if I die, I'd like for it to be in a battle with you."

Did I mean so much to him? He lent out his hand as I grabbed it. When he pulled me up, he began searching in his own bag.

"What are you looking for?"

"My charm."

I just remembered about Pastel watching at home. I'm so sorry for him cause he had to see me cry and try to end myself. He must be traumatized and I don't blame him. I held the scarf near my face, closing my eyes and spacing out.

"Ah, there it is."

Template took out an amulet. It was beautiful. "This is a pyrite and jade necklace."

"Woah, it's gorgeous!"

I looked back down at my scarf, knowing it'll never be as close in value... but there's something that's certain, it means so much to me mentally.

"You know what they say about pyrite... right?"

"No-"

And he looked at me like I was a goose eating his afternoon sandwich. "You don't know about precious gems?!"

"Nope, I don't even know what it is."

He facepalmed, quite literally then sighed.

"Pyrite is called 'fool's gold' for a reason. Old colons were in search of the riches of this country until they found 'gold' which made them go crazy. They brought it back to the metropole and it turned out not to be this so... it was deemed of the name."

"Wow. That sounds interesting."

"Now with this story..."

He opened the locket up to reveal a compass hiding within it.

"This is how I knew where you were. By following your movements by audio, I determined in which direction I needed to go to find you."

"You seem so smart."

"I am and I've been practicing for years, the spear, jumping, and tracking. Now, c'mon, aren't you hungry?"

"Mhm."

And he led me into the forest.

Template P.o.V

I thought of the remaining people, we were only nine from what I last heard. The two from District one, two from the five, Trevor, Ink, the boy from District ten and me. My teammate had died earlier, when no one expected it.

"Now, how do we set up those traps you've been talking about?"

Ink asked me tons of questions on hunting, many with a sad tone since he doesn't wanna kill anymore beings. I wonder what they do to sustain themselves in District 7...

"Well, what I want to do during hunting is make the prey feel the least pain possible. Quicker is better for the mind, both for the predator and the prey."

"..."

He seemed attentive but I'm pretty sure we both had the same image in our heads. "I like putting food as bait and using a knife to slice their neck."

"Is there more than one way?"

"Yeah but get creative. I'm not your food dispenser."

"Rude-"

I chuckled.

"If I weren't 'rude', you would already be dead where you stand."

I heard noise coming from over there, pretty far in the woods. It sounded like muffled screaming and then I remembered... some people were near me when I saved Ink and... shit I forgot to close the fire.

"Ink, we have to go."

"Yeah I know, the fire."

"Don't worry, I got your back."

We began running away as I set a last trap so it would kill any intruder following us but then I realized, this wasn't a person, the walls began closing in on us quickly. I grabbed Ink's hand as we bolted through the forest once more, this time, avoiding the electrified wall.

"I won't let you pass!"

A tribute stood before us, I believe it was the boy from District 10, Petro was his name. My ally suddenly groaned in pain, almost collapsing and I noticed blood staining his clothes on his upper, right arm. I didn't have time to waste since the barrier got closer every second. "You will."

"I know I'll die but I'm taking you both with me!"

I leaned Ink against a tree as he was barely conscious. A little bit of blood spilled from his mouth as I prepared to fight this boy. I took my spear from my back then threw myself onto him. May god save me.

Pastel P.o.V

I didn't want to continue, it was gruesome what that twelve year old did to the fifteen year old boy from District 10. I would've never thought that this would be humanly possible and that boy is a different breed.

He had poked the spear through his hand then quickly ripped it off, removing a chunk from his skin. While he yelped in pain, the spear went through his knee, leaving him to crawl upon the bloody floor. Template went back to carry Ink who was now unconscious and heavily bleeding from his arm.

Back to Petro, his eyes had fallen out of his sockets due to the electric shock, he was laid flat on the floor, his bloody mouth open and his knee still bleeding. The one taking care of Ink didn't have the heart to leave him there to die either and about fifteen minutes later, the 'fence' stopped moving, not making any more casualties. I'm afraid another arena event would be produced since not enough people were dying. And anyways, Ink was too weak to move and this condition he was in would be too hard to recover from.

I sobbed in my covers at the thought of him dying. I replayed happy memories in my head, unable to watch the screen. Like when he and I used to go on afternoon walks through the woods, holding hands, leaning onto each other and when I think of it, almost kissing. There were so many opportunities he gave me to make a move but I never realized anything... actually I don't even think it was intentional. So many unsolved questions about my best friend.