May The Odds Be Ever in Your Favor {JackSepticEye X Reader}

District 12

Living in District 12 is... A struggle. Maddening, if you will. Many people lose their minds here. And my "brother," Mark, is slowly becoming one of those people. (Mark is Markiplier, but I think you knew that) We aren't related, but we grew up together. Our parents both left when we were younger, so we took care of each other and ourselves. He has been bullied, beaten, and has suffered many blows to the head. He has been having nightmares and hallucinations for the past few days. I hope he's okay. I leave his bedside and grab my old leather purse, and head out the door.

As I walk down the street, I here the chatter of my friends.

"Did you hear about Dan? He's in District 1 now!"

"Can you move districts?"

"Surely that isn't possible."

"It's Snow's orders."

"Then... Where's Phil."

"Oh, he's still here."

"Guys." Says a weak British voice. "I'm right here..." His pale face just screams depression. You could tell that Dan moving really hit him hard.
Phil has been an acquaintance of mine, though we've never had a proper conversation. I give him a look of pity and keep walking. I have to find Mark. It's 7:00. The "monster" comes out at 7:30. We aren't gonna find anything good if we don't hurry. And we might be mauled to death.

(Guys, I'm putting my own little twist on the Hunger Games, okay?)