HG X UNDERTALE AU ~ THE GAMES [OLD FANFIC]

PART 4 ~ VII : RESISTANCE

X P.o.V

My son has just been captured running away with the boy from District 7. I may have thought he would be the one in the wrong but never have I been so humiliated. He did all of this stuff behing my back and kissed Ink on camera as a 'Fuck you.' to all of us. I didn't know what the penalty would be for his actions but execution is currently the most requested one by my followers... by far. I don't plan on killing my son, just snapping him out of this whole 'I wanna be a rebel' phase.

"Mr X... it's me... Rocher."

"Oh hello there my comrade. Good day we're having."

I sipped my hot chocolate, furious. A week has gone by and nothing has been published in the media about the pink bird and it will stay this way. We'll just say that there was a calculation error and that he'd be on the rails as soon as possible, no more details.

"What will you do about the press? They want more interviews... They even raided Tribute Tower and found his empty room."

"Leave it. I suppose that we don't add fuel to the existing forest fire." "Did you suspect yo-"

"Shut up."

I snapped coldly, I was still in shock as my own birth son was being detained in the toughest prison in Panem. There'd be daily tortures, intense labour and the hardest obstacle was surviving yourself. He'd spend a year there, then return to me. Unfortunately, if I die, my ownership of the throne will be passed on to Rocher, my ally. I trust him more than my child now and this one will be followed and protected by Peacekeepers 24/7, through non-stop surveillance.

He took a seat next to me as we discussed the recent news and shocking stories about the continent itself. Addressing issues to fix and solutions... I was getting old so I think I'd retire earlier than expected. That's how much he means to me.

Pastel P.o.V

Eat, make guns, walk Cuddles, sleep, repeat. This was my routine and I now despised it... I wish I could take a break but now, there's no stopping anything. My mom was making her famous rabbit ragout and the smell propagated into my room, cuddling onto my non-existent nostrils. Surprisingly, a broadcast caught me off guard from the comforts of my chamber. It was Ink!

"Hello everyone, I'd like to mention that I had been injured by the rebel forces."

He looked so beaten up and tired... as if he had stayed awake the entire time they weren't filming, tortured non-stop.

"I-I... This is why I wasn't able to leave... this is all of their fault as they made me go through this unexplainable pain."

I don't know who'd buy this but it's definitely not rebels that would do this to him. He seemed on the edge of breaking down... as if a gun was pointed behind his head and would shoot him at any moment.

"I will be o-on the road soon... I can't wait t-to make my speech in District 1!-"

The video cut as he finished tapping a message on the table... in morse code as he spoke. He made it seem like he was twitching because of the pain but to your surprise, he was able to mimic out 'Help me'. This lesson was so useful, morse was now only known by rebel forces themselves and not by the Capitol anymore.

I reloaded my gun and was furious... how dare they hurt him. How dare they use him to denounce us while all he wanted to do was live a peaceful life... luckily, I'll be able to see through all of this soon... I'm waiting for you to come home Inky.

Ink P.o.V

I was dragged off the stage by Peacekeepers who shoved me onto a train... the same one as I used to get here... with Reaper. My first instinct was to run to the back, lock myself into the room and sob out everything I had, the pain, the emotional trauma, just everything.

I started remembering the time I was brought back to the lab. What followed my disobedience was another surgery... for fun, except that they removed the soul that made me feel complete all while I was awake, with no pain killers. Those seven or so hours... we're the worst I've ever felt. Then, I was disposed of in my cell with food every two days and no water at all... except during training sessions... where they made me work for it. Every night, for the last five days, I'd be whipped then forced to listen to it all while not crying. If I did sob during those five days, they'd scrape a deep cut into my bones using a pocket knife or shock me with the darn collar they installed again.

I remembered the time me and Cross were running... and the pain in the back of my neck when we woke up, me and Reaper, ready for the games... that time we were knocked out, they had implanted a tracking device, able to monitor my every move. I felt cornered, thinking my life was over, that I couldn't do anything but I must have hope, I must believe in what I can... for the people I've lost.