District One
"From District One we have Overlord Rousdower and Wundy the... Capybear?" said the interviewer.
Wundy, the more deceptively innocent looking of the two raised their hand and said, "That would be Capybara."
"Uh... ok. So, have you known each other long?"
"That depends on your definition of 'long'"Overlord Rousdower, also known occasionally as Rousy (and we shall refer to her as that for brevity's sake), said uninterestedly.
"Well..."
"That's a very nice wig you have there," Wundy said, eying the white monstrosity in obvious distaste.
"Wouldn't it be a shame if something happened to it?" Rousy finished menacingly.
"That's not where I was going with that, but that works as well," Wundy muttered.
Rousy shrugged.
District Two
"From District Two we have the Elvenking Thranduil and the Trickster God Loki!"
The two in question waved to the crowd, smiles on their faces, and their wonderful clothes sparkling in the strobe lights that appeared out of nowhere.
"Why do you think that the Cyberpalace put you two together?" the interviewer asked, looking slightly in awe.
"Oh, quite simply because we are absolutely fabulous, and that there are no others better suited for the task," Thranduil said smoothly.
"Quite. I'm sure it shall be one of us that will emerge victorious," Loki drawled.
"That meaning, me," Thranduil said haughtily.
"Oh, I wouldn't be so certain," Loki sneered. "I would turn on you in a heartbeat."
Thranduil narrowed his eyes. "Likewise."
"Uh, haha, and there we have District Two!" the interviewer stammered.
District Three
"For District Three we have the infamous duo, Sherlock Holmes and John Watson!" the interviewer announced.
Sherlock glared at the crowd and gave them his back, arms crossed. John waved half-heartedly.
"Um, I hear you're pretty smart Sherlock... What do you think your chances of winning are?" the interviewer prodded.
"Eighty-six percent," Sherlock snapped.
"Okay then..."
District Four
"For District Four we have the two talented heartthrobs, Tom Hiddleston and Benedict Cumberbatch!"
Excited screams from fans drowned out all else for several minutes.
"Any thoughts on your Reaping?" The interviewer held the microphone towards the two.
Tom was sweating profusely and he stuttered, "I-I really didn't ask for this... I've been trying to find out if there is a way to change this, but everyone is saying no?"
Benedict sighed. "Once you get Reaped Tom, there's no stopping it."
"B-but..." Tom trailed off, looking very ill.
District Five
"For District Five, we have Ned the Piemaker and Doctor Bruce Banner! Do you think you'll make a good team?" the interviewer asked the nervous duo.
"Um, well, you see, I'm really of no use in this type of thing, in fact I'll probably die first, even though I really, really, don't want to and-"
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The Fandom Games
FanfictionA dramatized take on a Hunger Games simulator! I took it, and it was too awesome, too INSANE, not to become a story! I AM NOT SORRY. NOT RESPONSIBLE FOR ANY INSANITY RECEIVED! Crossed over with DC, Marvel, Sherlock, real life, Star Trek, Star Wars...
