HG X UNDERTALE AU ~ THE GAMES [OLD FANFIC]

PART 3 ~ I : BETRAYAL

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I sobbed as I waited for the hovercraft to pick up Ink's weak body, the wound still bled but it never came. Was he still alive? I went over to him and checked his soul pulse and didn't feel

it. Now that I think about it, when I cuddled with him, I never felt it, was he... soulless? Monsters can't be soulless or they'll die!

"Ink?"

No response. My thoughts immediately shifted to him being dead again, maybe the hovercraft couldn't pick him up right away. I still gave him a bowl of soup if he'd wake up, the stock was warmed up and the vegetables floated over it. We had run out of meat for now but that was fine since I had seen a wild pack of grooslings not too long ago. This bird was almost extinct near our home because of the illegal hunting and breeding that would take place. I must say, my brother did have some implication in it since some nights, he'd come home with defeathered birds or pieces of them. I still remember that time he got caught buying anti constitutional meat and got whipped then tortured in public. It was painful to see him go through that and now be traumatised because of it. That's why he hates sharp objects and wouldn't dare ever touch a knife again... until a small while ago.

Buyers don't submit terrible punishments but sellers do if what I just described was 'minimal'. Small sellers and consumers who don't know much about it are tortured for about twelve to fourty-eight hours in public whilst more experienced people in the system have to endure this pain for three straight days until executed. I've been forced to attend a few executions or public tortures to make me learn a lesson, never to do those things. My brother is also kinda cold faced to those things and regularly makes jokes to laugh about his trauma in a way. To this day, he still brings back whole animals and is an undergone client who knows all the secrets of the black market.

After a year or so, he was able to touch sharp objects again and hunted for ourselves sometimes to gain a few extra bucks if we needed by selling the carcasses to soup makers. He wasn't caught again... hopefully. I wondered what he thought of my strategy.

As the sun began to set, a message was heard across the arena. "Dear tributes, the Feast shall begin shortly."

I looked at my charm, the compass, then remembered in which direction to go. I didn't know what to do anymore with Ink by my side but I decided to get my stuff and go. There was a huge chance that he's just stuck in a coma and will die shortly of blood loss and I felt incredibly terrible for leaving him there. Afterall, I sadly must say that he's no use to me, it's like a weight pulling me and stopping me from doing what I wanted to. I walked over to him, laid on the ground, shed a tear and smiled, giving him a kiss on the cheek.

"Thank you, Ink. Really."

I left him some extra food, his halbert, a cover and the first aid kit containing medication and bandages. Before leaving, I took out the bloody wrap, disinfected his wound, stitched it back a little and replaced his soaked gauze with a cleaner, newer one. I also injected black liquid which was most probably similar to his blood that came in by a sponsor, does he really have that much money?

I was about to leave as I heard a weak noise, followed by a sob. I couldn't hold back tears and continued my way through the woods, searching for the table where the feast was held.

I knew I'd come across many tributes like the two from one and five. They most probably had an amazing sense of teamwork to pull off staying together.

I stopped as I recognized the rocky field, leading up to the Cornucopia which had been replaced by a long table with many chairs. I inspected all of this by a tree before securely walking down. I saw no enemies in sight and came early to grab the medium sized, bright yellow bag with the number eleven painted in purple on the back. There were also two flashy orange pouches with the number one in black, a red bag with a blue seven and two more magenta fives painted on cyan bags. I hurried and grabbed my own bag with Ink's to strip him from his power.