HG X UNDERTALE AU ~ THE GAMES [OLD FANFIC]

PART 3 ~ IV : RETURN

Ink P.o.V

I woke up back at the apartment that me and my tribute companion lived in temporarily.

"H-How much time has passed?"

I said as I looked down to myself, bandaged and on some machine. "An entire month."

"W-What-"

"They weren't even sure that you were going to live."

"Who?"

"The media, surgeons, scientists, doctors and even the NCP. When they saw that you began slowly regaining a stable condition, they were relieved."

"Weren't they able to easily do that with other monsters in the past?"

"Yes but since you don't have a soul we wer-"

"DID YOU SHARE THIS SECRET TO ANYONE?!"

I interrupted. He seemed shocked that it was a big deal. "Just the medical crew and the NCP know."

"Alright..."

"Time to warn everyone that you're awake."

"No! Wait... please."

He paused as he got up from his chair then sat back down, facing me again. "How's the public with what happened?"

"They aren't happy, that's one thing for sure."

He sighed and wiped his eyes, most probably tired from watching me all those days. I am grateful that he stood by my side.

"Has anything happened in the Districts?"

"District 5 had a rebellion and it was quickly stopped. For now, that zone is being controlled so you won't go there until everything is normal again. Eight is no longer toxic but the population is scarce and poor. Eleven has had a higher statistic in rebel forces, executions and violence lately."

"Oh yeah... the speeches."

I looked around my room and saw Pastel's scarf, all cleaned and fixed up. It brought me joy for that split second. I couldn't wait to see him again, squish him in my so-called 'death hugs' and just do regular stuff that any best friends would do.

"You miss your family... don't you?"

"Mhm."

"I'm sure you'd be delighted to see them once more." "Yes please."

I forgot what I wanted to tell him but that was fine for now. I still wanted to ask more questions and it felt good to talk to someone about light hearted things... or so I thought. "When is the interview? You know... after every annual game."

"Oh, about that. They told me as soon as you're awake again, they'll come here and have a special meeting."

"... Do I just stay in these clothes?"

"Yes. After this, in only another week, you'll be perfectly stable to leave for the elocution." "Amazing. Thanks."

He got up then left to talk to someone on the phone. I felt exhilarated at the thought of leaving the bed, walking around the Capitol, making effective commentaries and seeing Pastel, Cuddles, my family.

Doctors came in and asked me a few questions on how I was feeling and I answered like anyone normal. For some odd reason, they questioned me about life without a soul. I just said I'm like everyone else and feel emotion. They wrote it down on papers and just left afterwards, wishing me a good recovery.

A little later, I heard a group of people at the door, discussing with my representative. He told them that they were free to walk in and ask me queries since I was feeling better. I remember the man at the audition results the first time and his voice sounded familiar like the one in the arena.

"Hello Ink Comyet." "Hello Sir."

"Call me Cesarius." "Alright, thank you."

They began setting up their equipment and cameras, making sure to capture almost every angle of us. They hung curtains across the room, making it look like it's own stage. The chair the interviewer sat in was of a velvet red, like the ones we used when it was our turn to be seated among the twenty two tributes. A backstage worker whispered.

"Live in 3...2...1..."

And I felt the cameras begin to record as I forced a smile on my face. "Welcome everyone to the final interview with Mr.Comyet."

Cesarius made weird gestures as I waved at the screens. "How did you feel about this season, going into everything?"

I sighed heavily, closing my eyes then responded.

"I never thought I could actually win. There was fierce competition and more muscular people but perhaps I overestimated them."

"And they underestimated you I suppose. You seem very skilled with the halbert, am I wrong?"

"Yeah, it's like an axe... but somehow better? I really enjoyed using it."

"That's amazing!"

He hesitated before asking me the next question. "What did you think of Reaper and Template?" "T-They were good friends."

I tried smiling through the tears but I wasn't very good at hiding emotion. "It's fine... take your time."

He comforted me by patting my shoulder. Something about him made me comfortable, like a paternal figure in times of distress.

"I-I just loved them so much... they were there in times that I needed someone for help." "What do you think you'll do when you get home?"

"Definitely see my family and spend time with them."

I didn't want to mention Pastel, by precautions. Didn't want to be forced into a relationship or have these weird fetish-y things going on.

"Here's the next row of questions..."

And it went on for almost two more hours, me stating my opinion on things and the games themselves. It almost made me forget about the trauma itself. The fact that I stayed in bed, not having to dress fancy and simply be transparent about everything going on made me drift away from reality. It calms me down.