HG X UNDERTALE AU ~ THE GAMES [OLD FANFIC]

PART 2 ~ VI : CONFUSED

Ink P.o.V

I was awoken by Template on a stiff hammock that he most probably set up earlier. The refreshing smell of food being cooked spread across the zone, somehow calming me. Now that I'm injured, I'm sure I'm not worth much anymore... Why did it even bleed? Most important of all... why does he keep saving me when he knows I'll die?

"T-Template?"

I cried out, scared for my own life... Reaper was right, I am weak. He seemed so concerned, tilting his head and showing mercy.

"What's the matter Ink?"

"W-Why did you save me? Aren't I going to die?"

"No, you're fine Ink. Shortly after you passed out, the walls stopped contrapting and a sponsor sent a medical kit for you I suppose."

I looked over to my arm and realized it wasn't a big deal, it was better but it still hurt intensively. That at least calmed me down but if Template were to die and I was faced with the careers once more, my chances of survival are very low if this incident occurred again. We still don't know the cause of the random bleeding but that's not my main occupation for now.

"How much time has passed since I was unconscious?"

"A day, no new victims."

"Oh... do you think there will be another arena event soon?"

"Yeah but... when you realize it, it's only been five days we're stuck in this hell hole."

"It feels like an eternity since I've lost Reaper... and seen Pastel."

"Mhm, only about a little more than a week and we were still happy. Not being picked to be sentenced to death."

I remembered how it went for Template in his own District. The fact that the kids who protested against the picks were executed in cold blood makes me sick to my stomach. Anyone who opposes them is strictly punished. I suddenly zoomed my mind to Template's brother who I still don't have the name of then recalled my question.

"Why do you keep saving me?" "I'm not going to mention that." "Aww, why? I'd love to know."

He sighed and refused to tell me despite my persistent questioning. I then felt a strong sting as it started bleeding again. I moaned in pain, begging Template to help me because I was scared.

"Ink!"

He yelled my name as I couldn't feel anything anymore as I heard a cannon shot in the distance.

Cross P.o.V

With the extra time I had, I snuck out of home without anyone noticing. I used the excuse of 'I have a secret date' of course, which let me off the hook since my sole role is to have a family and become the next president of Panem.

While roaming upon the rainy streets, many screens displayed the show, the games. Most of it was live, being broadcasted everywhere on a regular basis during this time of the year. I've always found the concept of it disgusting and it should be stopped but I have no ways to do so. Even if I were to come up with valid points on why it's an awful tradition, I'd get stoned in public.

I also don't get why so many people love this "reality series" when it's just about murder. A cannon shot caught my attention as a crowd of people stood in front of me, staring at the TV. I put on my cloak and walked through, wondering what the blabbering was about.

"Ink from District 7 is dead."

"Wha-"

"From an injury caused by his own teammate!"

Many people said. I couldn't believe it myself but I had no time to waste so I sprinted through the streets and ended up in the alleyway mentioned in the letter I had received before the beginning of the games.

"So you're X's famous son? You don't need to hide yourself, remove the cloak."

Someone came down, gliding onto the walls with a hoodie covering their face. "My name is Cross."

I carefully took off my cloak as the boy in front of me stood there. "Who are you?"

I asked. The monster in front of me didn't flinch or anything when I approached them. "Azur."

"Remove your hood as well, it's only fair!"

They removed their black hood as I saw a mask on their face. Clever since they knew I couldn't ask for more and even if I weren't a rebellion member, I wouldn't be able to describe

them without seeing their face. When I thought of it, they might also be using a code name or alias as well.

"Why did you call me here?"

I questioned the stranger in front of me. I then noticed a black pouch on their back, most probably holding a machine gun of some sort based on the size of the weapon passing their shoulder. They also had a large knife in a pouch attached to their pants. I still remember the news broadcast on the rebellion gun scandal, where a group of over three hundred rebellion members from different 'clans' reunited and overtook a boat holding weapons and ammo for ages. They were able to kill the twenty Peacekeepers guarding and take the five hundred boxes or fully charged guns, grenades and knives.

"My group has decided to recruit you based on rebellion behaviours." "How do you know?"

"Hehe, have my sources."

I was shocked to know that so much information on me was shared across their own community.

"We will not tell you where we are situated nor our goals for the next five years. Let's just say that big progress will be made shortly."

"What must I do to join you guys without being seen as a threat to either the NCP or your gang."

"First of all, we are not a gang, we are rebellion members. We fight for justice and equality" "I apologize for my wording."

"Let's just say that you have a date and you really love them."

"But my dad won't approve of me liking a boy!"

Everything was silent.

"Bitch what the fuck do you think I am? C'mon, it's obvious." "Ohhhh, you're a girl?"

"Yeah, no shit."

She sighed and resumed her plan.

"So, anyways, meet me at the train station every week and we'll discuss things. I'll exchange valuable info for yours."

"Oh, okay."

"Once the games finish and the tour is over, I will be returning to base which is nowhere near the Capitol so good luck finding it."

She then took out this grenade looking thing, threw it onto the ground and it propagated thick smoke, blurring my vision and making me cough. Once it dissipated into the air, she was nowhere to be found. What a mysterious monster...