HG X UNDERTALE AU ~ THE GAMES [OLD FANFIC]

PART 5 ~ II : TRUTH

Ink P.o.V

A nonstop feeling of nausea and butterflies roamed in my stomach. I was so nervous for the speech later because it could possibly be my last so I had to pick my words carefully. I was asked to put on my suit once more which I did.

I secured the charm as a note slipped out.

'If you're reading this, Ink, you're the winner of the 154th games.'

Oddly, I kept reading, this seems to have been written before I won, obviously.

'The Candy Bird is viewed as a symbol of rebellion and I, Lencho, am sacrificing myself for the well being of the community of rebels themselves. What I want you to do is take out the pin and press the small red button underneath it. It will activate a signal and will let the rebels know where you are at all times. You don't need to do this but this is my last wish. I will die soon so I hope you will become a leader and an icon of rebellion. Good luck Ink!'

Lencho... is dead? I thought he would've at least survived longer but this explains why the crew didn't follow me all the way here. I destroyed the note using some water and placed it cautiously in the trash. I couldn't let anyone find this or I'd get punished too. No way I wanna get whipped again.

"Ink?"

I heard my male representative knock on the door. I answered and told him I was ready, almost puking out yesterday's supper. He smirked in joy as I was escorted in a truck containing metal bars and extra Peacekeeper protection. I would get people would like to kill me but I don't think it's that bad. Perhaps they want to avoid my murder to keep in the rebellion which might explode at any moment.

I watched as the captivating landscapes flowed by, reminding me of the excursions Pastel and I used to do, all alone, just us two. Wow, we were so gay even though none of us ever realized it. Maybe when I'm freed, we'll do it once more... no, the trackers... we'll get caught. "We're here."

The door opened, garage style as I was escorted out, only to see myself behind the elevated platform, a crowd beneath it and stretching out of the communal area. I puked on the ground and was immediately taken care of. Workers said it was okay and that I had nothing to worry about because it was only a five minute speech.

My outfit was given a few more tinkers and sadly, the chip was removed and placed on the table, near the staircase. I eyed it and would remember to sneak by and take it before I left once more.

"Let us introduce the 154th winner of the Official Hunger Games, Ink Comyet from District 7!"

I was allowed on the stage and took place before the microphone. I removed it and walked around, saluting people I knew or saw. I took a deep breath in as they cheered me on. "Hello! Hello! It feels amazing to have won for my District. For the land of lumber and rebellion."

I gulped and saw Gerold pulling out the slip of paper that had the prewritten script, glaring at it and looking at me confused. I simply turned back and faced the crowd, fearless and confident. If I'd die here, everyone would know my story.

"Actually, the time I was welcomed back to the tower, they refused to tell me that I'd be used as a lab rat."

Everyone gasped in unison, it was beautiful. I heard a gun reloading and saw the Peacekeepers doing so but my representative told them not to fire.

"So I went in the limousine, anxious to see my family, my friends but that was taken away when I was knocked unconscious. It was a painful month that I spent there, even though, through speculation, it would be only two weeks."

Murmurs were heard across the crowd as a gunshot towards the air silenced them. Better for me cause they'd need to hear the rest.

"I can't tell you what they did to me, it would certainly get me killed. But, what I'm doing now is killing me, for sure."

I held back my tears as I saw Pastel breaking down, at the back of the agglomeration of people.

"I hope you take this in consideration and reflect on the Capitol in a different way now. Thank you."

I threw my speaker on the floor as many people raised their hands in sign of respect. I smiled and waved as I was forced off stage.

"What the hell Ink?!"

Gerold shook me violently as I laughed.

"You would've gotten killed in front of all those people if I hadn't stopped them."

Tears rolling down my eyes, I pushed him away.

"What must I do anymore?! When you're just a pawn, a slave from the Capitol, what can you do?!"

He sighed and put his hands on my shoulder. He then forced a small timeout, leaving me and him alone, on the balcony of the stage building. From here, we could watch the crowd dissipate. He exhaled loudly before starting a conversation.

"You know, representatives are people who won the games, right?"

I glared at him in shock.

"No! I didn't!"

"Good thing your eyes don't lie. President X would hate those."

"Huh, my shifting eyes?"

"He likes when things are uniform, normal let's say."

"But how can we live in a world that's common, it would just be so synonymous." "Everyone's always born with differences, you can't change that."

"I guess so."

I was surprised he's not one of those tough, hide your emotions type of guys. This made me realise that not all people allied with the Capitol work with them completely.

"Anyways... you wanna hear how I won my games?"

"Sure, go ahead, I mean, you saw me."

"So, at the time, the female and male rules were still in force. I was with this gorgeous young woman with red-ish hair. She seemed to have taken interest in me as we made our ways through the games. Sadly, there would only be one victor and... I killed her mercilessly."

I didn't think he could be in shape to do this considering his overall look today. Fat and short not to be rude.

"This made me be hated around town, even by my own family."

"That's terrible."

"This is why I took the role of sponsor when they gave me the choice. I still miss my family even though they're long gone but some part of me will never forgive them completely." "Oh..."

I pondered, thinking that maybe I'd be offered this role when I get older. "How old were you?"

"Sixteen."

"Ah."

We watched the sunset as the days were incredibly short during this period of the year.

☜☼☼⚐☼ P.o.V

My first murder is always amazing. I carefully sliced the neck of my so-called 'owner', with a kitchen knife I found in the cupboards. I didn't know where to hide the body so I just shoved him at the end of his closet and poured bleach over his corpse, hopefully masking the scent long term. I coughed, the strong smell impairing my vision a little, then gathered my shirt, jacket and rushed out of the place, passing by the traps set by Peacekeepers to capture rebels during night time.

Once I scrupulously opened the door, I bolted to my bedroom and ate supper, a salad of stolen vegetables and rice. I was glad that everyone in my close circle were agile robbers, we stole what we couldn't afford and that was almost everything. We ran out of wild groosling so this'll do for now.

With my right hand, I ate and with my left, I wrote down a strategy to escape and protect this kid Template was friends with. No way I was going to stay here and be a prostitute for the rest of my life. I do wanna... umm... y'know but not with random ass people. I sobbed while thinking of my brother, all of those memories leaking back into my mind. Hours of thinking later, I came up with a plan...