HG X UNDERTALE AU ~ THE GAMES [OLD FANFIC]

PART 3 ~ III : KIND AND FAIR

Ink P.o.V

My breath stopped as we all stood near each other, simply staring and not making a move. At this point, it was freezing and the fact that Template and Aelius didn't have jackets worried me. Not because I cared, because I wanted to keep my own.

We still glared at each other, waiting for something to happen but a gunshot aimed at the middle of the cercle warned us that if we didn't do anything, they'd kill someone. I didn't want to be the one to die so I put the sachet containing the throwing axes onto my back, one in my hand. Template raised his spear, about to throw it at someone. Domitilla charged her bow and Aelius readied up his sword.

"You take Ink, I'll deal with Template."

Domitilla said as Aelius charged at me, his sword raised, leaving his entire chest bare. I hit his stomach perfectly, watching him bleed out and attempt to hit me once more. I jumped

onto his head, forcing it into the snow then watched how the other two were doing. My old ally had gotten an arrow into his lower leg, around where his calf would be.

I felt some stinging sensation on my chest and hurried to swallow a pain killer again. Template limped before Domitilla shot another arrow into his arm. I felt incredibly bad but I then realized that I could help him. I took my halbert out then ran towards her, slicing her back as she fell onto the ground.

My friend smiled weakly as a cannon shot was heard, most probably Aelius. Domitilla took out her throwing knives and launched one at my head which I quickly dodged by bending over. I finished her by smashing my weapon right in the middle of her face, slicing it in half. Her guts exploded by the shock and stained the axe and a little of my clothing.

"They're dead Ink! We did it!"

I couldn't be happy about this because there was still something I needed to do... kill my only ally in this game left, the one that cared when Reaper wasn't there. I couldn't bring myself to do it but it's only one of us that can win.

"Ink?"

His voice was shaky before I burst into laughter, making myself look insane would be fine to the public, would give a good reason to let Template win.

"Stop!"

He charged into me, making me drop my weapon. I fell to the ground as well. He sat on top of me, looking into my saddened eyes.

"Please don't fake it... I-I- it's just that... even though there could only be one winner, I'd like to savour the small time we have left together."

"Don't they need a winner? What if we don't give them what they want." "What do you suggest?"

I got up as the hovercraft took away the two bodies. He was seated next to me, listening carefully.

"Let's commit suicide."

I took out two pocket knives from the bag I had disposed of before. At first he was shocked but his non-verbal seemed to agree with my idea.

"So we just... stab ourselves in the throat?"

"Guess so."

I took the sharp object and held it with my two hands, smirking at how many people would be ashamed if there wasn't a winner to their precious games. I slowly advanced it to my neck before Template snapped me out of my thoughts.

"Wait!"

I turned my head, facing him.

"Before we die... I just wanted to say... thanks." "No prob-"

A gunshot was heard as I thought it was a warning once more. I looked back to Template and saw him lying on the ground, blood splattered all over his chest. He coughed but couldn't feel pain somehow.

"No!"

I dropped my knife and began crying as his eyes languidly turned to see me once more. "I-I almost forgot-"

He said, blood spilling from his mouth as he reached for my hand. I gave it to him. "Y-Your quest-tion... f-from bef-fore."

"Huh?! You know w-what... just tell me!"

"T-The reason I s-saved you w-was..."

He sobbed as well, the tears hitting the cold snow then freezing at their turn. "I-I've f-felt like y-you were t-the..."

Another gunshot was heard. Making the process faster and obviously trying to cut out what he was about to say. I stared into the camera and yelled.

"Stop! Leave him alone."

But I was powerless as Template's eyes watched his wounds bleed out as more thick gore splashed his clothes and my face.

"... t-the on-nly fam-mily..."

I turned his head to face me as he smiled, using the last of his energy to do so. "... I've had... i-in a while."

He closed his eyes before saying his true final words. "☜📫☜❒❒□❒5 ❄♋ ♏ ♍♋❒♏ □♐ ⧫♒♓⬧ ♌□⍓ "

I couldn't understand a word he said. It's most probably a language spoken among his family or the members of District 11...

No other noise was heard. The final cannon shot sounds across the arena, very dry and empty as I stared at what remained of my previous ally. Why did they choose me... why did he have to die for me. Why didn't I kill myself when I had the chance?

I turned around to grab my knife to end myself quickly but it wasn't there. I dug in the snow but nothing was there anymore, not even my halbert or spare weapons.

"N-No..."

I spoke to myself then looked at the barrier. I slowly got up then dashed at it but it pushed me back with no electric effect. I screamed in despair before seeing a hovercraft and blacking out.