The Fandom Games

Night Three

"Please Tony, I can't go on like this! I'm going to lose it! Then... the big guy will take over..." Bruce shuddered. "Please Tony, just kill me now..."

"Nah, better stuff to do. Now where did that Spook guy go?"

Bruce stared, shocked, as Tony Stark abandoned him in the middle of the forest.

Spock had snuck away from the two the moment Bruce started to beg. As he made his way back to the Cornucopia, Spock heard the distinct sound of the parachute dropping. Catching it and opening it carefully, Spock withdrew a small assortment of vegetables (Vulcans are vegetarian, after all) and was grateful. Food was a necessity. A definite one.

He reached the Cornucopia, and to his surprise, nobody had taken it. He shrugged. All the better for him then...

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"Choose elven scum, or I'll kill all three of you!" Sauron snarled.

Glorfindel twitched. "But... but..."

"No buts! Do you want to die..?" Sauron hissed, holding a fireball close to the golden-haired mess's face.

"No!" Glorfindel flung his arms around wildly. "Him! Him!"

Sauron looked down the shaking finger that was pointed directly at none other than Benedict Cumberbatch.

"Figures. I should've known you wouldn't chose your own kind..." Sauron sneered, untying Legolas, who immediately ran off in the opposite direction. Benedict looked fearfully at the fireball, and then turned an accusing glare at poor Glorfindel, who mouthed an apology before taking the spear Sauron offered him.

A cannon fired shortly after, and Benny was no more.

Tom flinched in a nearby bush. He was going crazy... he had to be... there was no other explanation for this.. being trapped in some cruel game with a bunch of aliens... no other explanation...

He began rocking.

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"Ooooo Flutterby!"

"No Wundy."

"But-"

"NO!"

Wundy pouted a moment, and the butterfly (or as she calls it, flutterby) once again flew by. She stood in contemplative and rebellious silence for a moment, before she stomped her foot and proclaimed loudly;

"I do what I want!"

And proceeded to chase after the retreating flutterby. Rousy, who had not been paying attention to the words spoken, merely muttered a bit, as she rooted around for food.

A few minutes later, Rousy realized that it was unusually quiet, and she withdrew her head from the bush and looked about suspiciously.

"Wundy?"

Silence.

"...Wundy?"

Rousy facepalmed.

"She went after that butterfly, didn- ACK!"

Rousy was jerked backwards by a set of hands.

"Times up!" a voice sang in her ear.

Another set of hands joined the first, and Rousy twisted and turned, attempting to get a view of her attackers. She managed to kick one in the shin, and he let go. She swung her free arm at the other one, but it was once again retained.

She did, however, see who was attacking her...

And then she noticed she was being dragged to the river. Her head was unceremoniously stuffed beneath the water.

Oh wonderful. So this is how the great and mighty Overlord is to die.

Drowning?

Well, at least it took two of them.

A few stray bubbles drifted to the surface, but it eventually stopped. Melkor and Moriarty released the carcass and dusted off their hands.

"One down... Where'd that other one run off to?" Melkor asked, looking around suspiciously.

Moriarty shrugged, passively kicking Rousy's leg with his shoe.

Melkor rolled his eyes and stomped off.

A cannon fired.

Wundy sauntered into the clearing a few minutes later.

"Oh Rousyyyyy I found... found..." Wundy stared in confusion at the drowned Overlord.

"Oh for Pete's sake. Of course you went and got yourself killed... Eejit... Can't last ten minutes without me." Wundy huffed. "Well at least I don't have to do it myself..." Her eyes lit up. "AND I'M IN CHARGE!"

She laughed evilly. "Don't worry master... I'll win... I'll make you proud and I'll kill them all... YOUR DEATH WON'T BE IN VAIN!"

At that moment, Thranduil flounced into the clearing, followed closely by a sulking Sherlock and a brooding Khan.

"Ohhhh Thrandy!" Wundy exclaimed, forgetting about the pathetic, sodden body of Rousy. "Is that... wine you have?"

Thranduil suspiciously clutched his bottle to his chest. "Mine."

Wundy reached out. "Gimme wine and I'll give you food," she cajoled, wiggling her fingers.

Thranduil thought for a moment, before relenting.

"Yay!"

That night, Sherlock and Khan never regretted teaming up with anyone for any amount of time more.

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Thorin sat upon a hill, gazing into the distance as he thought of home. He pointedly ignored everything else's existence.